Fort Frostmoth Novels & Stories

She is known as a playgirl and rumours say that she can sleep with anyone just to accomplish his task. FROST ALEXENDER Name: Frost Surname: Alexender Age: 27 Species: Vampire Height: 6'2 Speciality: Able to see in future Relationship Status: Unknown Character: Calm, polite, quiet, strong, brave, charming, loyal, resourceful, kind.

He was grateful for Colton's presence which brought him back to his senses before he totally lost it. Colton Luke has been Brian's boy since Colt came to intern in Matthews creation a few years back. He worked as Brian's assistant for a little over two months and Brian got fond of him. He was smart, determined, he hardly got on Brian's toes, unlike his previous assistants who weren't even interns, he was a fast learner, a sort of a tech guru and the list goes on and on. Brian had no choice but to retain Colt who was beyond thrilled to work for him. Apart from the good pay, Colt gets to travel around the world and learn from the best. He has been working for Brian for almost four years now. C

“That’s very kind, Mrs Fernsby but I’ve really got to get going,” “How is your father doing, dear?” Now, I have to stop. I’ve made it all the way back to the fruits. But still, this woman persists. I’m not sure that I will ever be free of her. “He’s perfectly fine, thank you.” If I have to force another smile, I might be stuck like this forever. Frozen and immortalised in pain. I suppose people will fear me a whole lot less when I become a thornback. Or whatever comes after that.

Green light pulsed from its central spire, shooting a beam straight into the earth. "The Frost-Vault," Saoirse whispered, standing beside him. "He’s drilling," Tristan noted, seeing the beam. "He’s already started." "We’re too late?" "No," Tristan said, his eyes locking onto the fortress. "He hasn't breached the core yet. If he had, the sky would be on fire." He turned to the team. "Kill the lights. We run silent from here." The Mammoth went dark. It crawled forward across the ice, a steel predator stalking a dragon.

The moon hung high in the night sky, casting an ethereal glow over the mansion of the Thunder Claw Pack. Anthony, with his group of 49 attractive vampires, approached the imposing gates, their appearance both stunning and unsettling. The pack guards, vigilant at their posts, exchanged wary glances as they observed the peculiar group. The lead guard, a burly werewolf with a keen sense of suspicion, took a step forward. "State your business. Who are you, and what brings you to the Thunder Claw Pack?" he demanded, his voice resonating authority.

" Think, Caleb. Crack it open." The trail markers had been covered in ice.I had been wearing my heavy red winter coat. The memory expanded, and I had heard deep cursing from the bushes.The wind was blowing hard, and Eliot twisted his ankle on the trail. “Your hands are freezing,” Eliot had whispered. “Then warm them up,” I had muttered. It wasn't a polite request. It was a challenge. A dare. I was Caleb Foster. I didn't lose games, and I didn't back down from things I wanted. And looking at him right then, flushed and shivering in my passenger seat, I wanted him.

So in their eyes, I was nothing more than a tool to be completely drained of worth. The storm felt as though it were freezing my organs solid, but I summoned the last of my strength, curled my fingers and pushed the car door open again. My stiff limbs gave way the moment I stepped out, and I fell hard into the snow. Hearing the noises from my end, Zachary scoffed, his sneer almost visible in his voice. "No way, are you trying to rupture the heating pipes again? You can't even bear to hurt a mouse, so why are you acting all scary now?

Not Frost's people. His people.

The frosted glass door of the Jack-and-Jill bathroom remained deadbolted, but the heavy, suffocating scent of wintergreen and dark cologne had seeped under the doorframe, poisoning the sterile air of my bedroom. I threw off the heavy charcoal linens, my bruised ribs protesting the sudden movement. I didn't shower. I didn't even turn on the lights. I dressed in the dark, pulling on a faded grey hoodie and my dark jeans, moving with the rigid, mechanical efficiency that had kept me alive for twenty years. By five-fifteen, I was pushing through the heavy double doors of the university ice arena.

The world outside seemed to be holding its breath. I crossed to the window and looked out. The frost had reached the outer walls. It was no longer a distant line on the horizon. It was here, creeping up the stones, coating the courtyard in a thin layer of white. The trees beyond the walls were blackened, their branches skeletal, their leaves long since fallen. And in the distance, I could see them. Figures. Dozens of them. Walking through the frost toward our gates. The Pale Mother's vessels had arrived.