Fort Frostmoth Novels & Stories

She pulled them back and— “What the hell?!” Frost was crouched on her window ledge, his black hair disheveled, his eyes red-rimmed and devastated. If he was here right now, in front of her window that could likely mean that he’d climbed up the building—which, given what he was, he probably had. Maya fumbled with the window latch, finally getting it open. “What the heck are you doing here? Better still, how did you even get here?” Frost didn’t answer. He just climbed through the window with an unnatural grace that reminded her he wasn’t entirely human, and the second his feet hit her bedroom floor, he collapsed against her.

Don't expect me to thank you for that. Relief swept through Smokefrost as she finally returned to the meeting spot where Snowstorm and Mousefang were waiting. She knew that should have told them about her encounter with Frost. But a small part of her was terrified of what would happen if Russetstar found out. He would likely use it as an excuse to strike out at her. And she wasn't in any hurry to feel the familiar sting of his claws again. Luckily, they were both distracted with the meager ration of prey they were able to find. Neither were able to catch more than a couple of small, gangly looking frogs and one mouse during their hunt.

She didn’t know if it was because of the stinky smell coming from her body or if they could feel the presence of an ancient spirit beast. They soon found a river. Frost didn't even hesitate to jump into the water. Frost thoroughly washed her hair and body. She also took out a soap from her interspatial ring. After washing, she took out new clothes and quickly wore them. She also uses her fire attribute to dry her hair out, and tie it in a bun. ‘Master’, Snowy ran towards Frost and rubbed its body coquettishly. Frost looked at it coldly, “Weren’t you disgusted with me earlier? See how cute you are acting right now.”

It was cold—frigid, even—and it was slowly but steadily freezing her heart and other vital organs. In his mind, Danial searched the vast repository of knowledge from his inheritance and found the explanation: Miss Kirk possessed a rare condition known as the Frostborn Physique. This was no ordinary affliction—it was a unique and powerful physique that caused the body to continuously generate frost energy whenever she cultivated. The Frostborn Physique grew stronger with each cultivation session, making it increasingly difficult to control and maintain the frost energy. Left unchecked, this energy could potentially freeze her from the inside out, a slow and painful process that could ultimate

Around the werewolves, air whirlwinds shot up from the ground, raised dust into the air and merged into one solid wall. - No! Mirovir also knelt down. You're right - it doesn't matter anymore. But don't die with us. "Together with you," Jenevra whispered. Suddenly it became very cold, a slight crackle was heard, and then everyone saw frost creeping on the ground. It crawls, moves from the side of the Valley of the Winds, crosses the road with winding snakes, bends down the grass, covers the bushes, forcing the leaves to shrivel. They watched in a daze as the dead on her way were covered with frost for a moment, freeze in place, and thick black clots rise from the road and spread over their b

Not us, anyway. Frost launches himself at the nearest shadow where it spreads like an oil spill on the scratched wooden floor. He leaps onto it, claws digging, teeth snapping. He’s like a starved wolf unleashed—biting, scratching, growling, snarling, taking out his anger on the shadow with devastating consequences. He tears right through the black shape, leaving gouges in the floor. The creature falls into shreds and evaporates, although Frost doesn’t wait around to see it disappear before he chooses his next victim.

Dried completely I dressed myself. “I will give you happiness,” Frost asserted, and I smiled at him. “Are there female Frost warriors?” I inquired. Shaking his head slowly he said with a playful smile, “You can be the first but you will have to fight and win Boris.” Cooking my eyebrow I asked curiously who Boris was. Frost climbed out of the river chuckling. After he dressed he leaned his face before mine and I could see the stubble on his chin. “Boris is my pet polar bear,” he said and I snorted while I laughed but then paused.

Moonlight gleamed off the ice-covered trees, turning the valley into a silver graveyard. Beside him, Long knelt in silence, her bronze skin dimmed by dragon scales rising just beneath the surface, breath calm, eyes fixed on the movement below. There—shadows. Dozens of them. Marching in flawless lines. Frostspawn. The vanguard of the Cryo Legion. Not fast. Not loud. But deliberate. Inhumanly synchronized. Each one bore the Sovereign’s mark—a gleaming rune of blue frost on the center of their chests, pulsing in rhythm with a distant signal Steve could feel in the marrow of his bones.

"It’s my fault he’s like this. Why he’s so closed off. Why he treats every romantic instinct like a penalty box." Cass felt a chill run down his spine. "I’m lost. How is Luke’s lack of a boyfriend your fault?" "You two were pups," Victoria said, looking at her younger sisters. "You don't remember the winter at the old Den. Aunt Rosa’s third mate—that bastard Michael Delgado." "He was a creep," Sofia muttered. "But what does he have to do with Luke?" "He didn't just stay a creep," Victoria whispered. "He trapped me in the storage cellar during the solstice moon. I was small. I couldn't shift yet. I was terrified."