First Frost Novel Novels & Stories

~ Isolde ~ *Frostfang* Snow fell steadily over Frostfang, covering rooftops and streets in a blanket of white. The cold was bitter, but the people were accustomed to it, wrapped in thick cloaks, woolen coats, and fur-lined boots as they made their way home. Yet even in the cold, there was always time for a little conversation. Small groups gathered along the streets, and tonight, there was only one subject on everyone’s lips. Elara.

The Frost Beta formed an terrifying wall of protection, crossing his tree-trunk arms over his broad chest as he stared the Claw Mountain female down. Julia immediately recoiled, taking a hasty half-step back from the terrifying proximity of the Beta. But her shock quickly morphed into indignation, her face flushing an angry, bright red as her carefully laid plan was derailed. "Excuse me!" Julia shrieked, stomping her boot into the dirt and throwing a full-blown tantrum. "Are you kidding me?" She touched Reagans shoulder. "The whole Frost family is so unbelievably rude! Can't you see she was helping me? Move out of the way!"

My heart broke in to several pieces as I watched Frost take her father's hands and stepped on to the boat. It was getting colder so Lord King ushered Frost in side and soon, the boat was off. I stayed frozen on my spot as I watched the Love of my life leave and when the boat finally disappeared from my sight, the very first snow of the season dropped from the sky.

“We leave at first light. The cars are already been brought out.” I nodded once. The paper crinkled in my grip. He shifted his weight. “What are you thinking?” I looked down at the courtyard below. Smoke rose from chimneys. A few early risers moved between buildings, breath clouding the air. This place—Frostveil—had started to feel like something I could belong to. Laughter in the snow. His hand in mine. The way the pack looked at me now, not as a murderer, but as one of them.

A strange, unnatural chill is blooming under my ribs. I reach out to point toward the eastern naval approach, intending to summon a minor, guiding line of Southern Fire to trace the reef. The moment I draw on my core, the amethyst frequency in my blood doesn't surge outward; it violently implodes. A sharp, agonizing gasp leaves my lips as my hands betray me. Instead of the blinding, radioactive heat of the First Hearth, a brilliant white flash of cold, crackling silver frost shoots out from my fingertips, freezing the surface of the timber table solid. The frost instantly creeps up my own forearms, leaving a web of numbing, crystalline ice over my skin that completely suffocates my pulse.

The first light of dawn barely pierced the dense frost, covered trees surrounding the camp, casting long, crooked shadows that stretched across the snow like grasping fingers. Ice clung to every branch, every needle, transforming the forest into a cathedral of frozen bone and glass. Lyra stood at the edge of the clearing, her breath shallow, her amber eyes fixed on the pale horizon. Each exhale formed a soft cloud that vanished almost instantly, swallowed by the cold. The frost bit at her skin, seeping through layers of fur and leather, but it was nothing compared to the chill creeping steadily down her spine.

The first snowflake didn’t melt, it didn’t even feel cold, when it touched the marble of the balcony, it let out a faint, high-pitched chime, like a crystal singing to itself, within an hour, the "Snow" was falling across the entire Zenith City, fine, shimmering flakes of Solid Starlight that didn't pile up like ice, but began to coat everything in a terrifying, beautiful frost.

"But Tobias, if you are not ready, we find a different role. I am not forcing anyone into positions they cannot handle." After giving it some thought, he slowly nodded. "I'll make an effort. But I must be able to tell you if it gets to be too much without feeling like I let you down." "Always. It is now part of the protocol to communicate. No one suffers in silence." The first new arrival under the expansion came three days later. A girl named Frost, seventeen, whose ice powers had awakened during a winter storm. Before her pack caught her, she had frozen the water supply of an entire hamlet in an attempt to prevent a flood, almost killing people from dehydration.

I muttered and walked to the room where Alex was resting. “Susie…” I called out from the doorway but she didn’t respond. She sat there frozen like a statue…It was then I noticed that tears were streaming down her cheeks. “Susie… Is everything alright?” I asked again but she didn’t reply. I felt panic rise within me and I rushed to see why she was crying. My jaws hung open and my eyes widened in horror as I took in the sight in front of me. This time Alex was literally frozen… layers of frost had formed over his body and it seemed to harden by the minute. His eyes seemed lifeless… his face and lips were covered in a thin layer of frost too.

It was a crisp winter's morning, and the world was covered in a fresh layer of snow. Although the air was cold, the sun shed a warm, golden glow over the landscape. A wonderful event was unfolding in a hospital room deep in the heart of the woods. Kristine Charlotte Greymark made her big debut in the world as the first snowflakes of the season fell from the heavens. The newborn's cries filled the hospital, her arrival as eagerly as expected as the snow outside. Her small fingers curled and uncurled, as if she wanted to touch the world around her.