Fort Frostmoth Novels & Stories

"And then the next hint: frost on the earth. Frost is a layer of ice that forms on a solid surface, when the air contains more water vapor than it can normally hold at a specific temperature. And with so much vapor in that marsh, don't you think it would freeze over?" Frank smiled in wry amusement. "Forget the marsh—plenty of parts of the north would freeze over even if the vapor around wasn't that dense." Sylvie smiled, nodding. "In other words, the maestro was trying to tell us that his tomb is where the frost is the thickest." Frank nodded. "But if Jeeves' community could turn their neighborhood inside out, why haven't the people of Huxlem done the same?" "Don't forget about the undercurr

Dera accepted her hug warmly. .................................................................. It was break time and Everyone was eating in the hall. There was nothing like 'keep my food or keep my chair for me' when you come back you seat will disappear. The place was full but neat. That was a trait of the Frosties, they knew how to keep their places clean. Dera stared at the food wierdly... It was fried rice with chicken and salad with yogurt. She saw how the others were eating without hesitation and then she gathered herself to ask.

The kind of place where time itself seemed to slow down. The air was thick with a sharp, biting cold that made it hard to breathe at first. It stung my skin, sending a shiver down my spine as I stepped out of the plane. The snow-covered ground stretched out before me, a pristine, untouched white that seemed to go on forever. I could see the looming silhouette of the Foraker Mountain in the distance, its peak covered in thick snow and jagged cliffs. The mountain was massive—an imposing giant that dominated the skyline, casting an almost oppressive shadow over everything beneath it.

The bond thrummed—warm, bright, alive—steady as a heartbeat, stronger than ever. Outside the hollow, the marsh winds shifted. Whispers of war rustled through the trees. Wolves howled in the distance, their cries slicing through the morning air. Far off, witchfire flickered against the clouds like distant lightning. And somewhere deeper in the marsh, a chorus of whispers rose from the water—ancient, knowing, warning. The storm was coming. But in the hollow, for one fragile moment, the axis stood strong. And together, fire and frost would learn to move as one.

​I place my own fork down gently and fold my arms against the table, watching her and waiting patiently for her to continue when she is ready. ​"When people touch me, I feel sick." The words send the blade deeper into my chest, sending Theo howling with regret. "Not always sick... it feels horrible. Most times, it's like a switch is flipped and I can't breathe or think straight. I just fall apart. Other times, I break out in hives or I vomit. The worst times, I can't move. Not a single inch, it's like I'm completely paralyzed or something. I just hate it so much." ​My chest constricts, my eyes filling. "I'm so sor…"

Grant Gonas is the man the underworld fears and the business world admires. As the CEO of GONAS, a multibillion-dollar empire built over generations, he is known for his intelligence, discipline, and ruthless decisions. But beneath the image of a respected businessman lies a terrifying secret—Grant is the head of one of the most powerful mafia families in America. Feared as The Frozen Beast, he has no room for emotions, no patience for love, and no intention of letting anyone close enough to become his weakness. A high-stakes business meeting takes Grant from Los Angeles to San Diego, where he chooses to travel without the luxury and security that usually surround him. One rainy afternoon,

But just like fairytales only one of them was going to catch the attention of the wealthy prince. The Forst mansion was opened up for people for the first time in more than a decade, after the death of Merida, The Frost's had completely cut themselves from the outside world, they would do business with a few of their partners and still managed to be the best amongst all. It was known far and wide that Jordan Frost was not a simple person, he had relations with the underworld bosses and some said that he was the underworld boss himself, which caused him to suffer many losses and amongst them, the biggest was the murder of his beloved daughter.

"Voss said, ''Our Ancestors recorded the same thing happen to a girl they called snow. "Voss said, '' The ancestor called the symptom eternal sleep. It happens when there is a lack of spirit. "Voss said, ''How do you fix it. ''Nolan said, ''There no cure for it in the book. "Voss said,

Miguel POV: As I walked to school, memories from last night kept hunting me! I could never get the image of that face out of my head. It was like they were haunting me. After checking the mirror this morning, there were obvious eye bags below my eyes. Today, I've chosen to wear my hoodie down. I was so sick of hiding and protecting myself from the world when no one really cared about me!

I did not give them time to regroup. I opened my core and released the cold. Not the absolute zero I had used in the garden, but controlled and really precise. The frost spread across the ground, covering the path, the trees, the rocks. It reached the foxes and climbed their legs, their bodies, their tails. They tried to flee, but the cold was faster. One by one, they froze, their bodies locked in mid-stride, their amber eyes still burning with terror. The largest fox, the silver-streaked one, struggled against its prison. I walked toward it, my footsteps silent on the ice.