Fox Frozen Novels & Stories

Dex walked up to his wife and removed the sheets that covered her face. "Happy to see me?" Zaylee glared at the monster she called her husband. "Don't worry wife. I won't kill you yet. I'll take it slowly" he said in a menacing tone. "You're about to see a new version of Dex Reynolds!" he laughed.

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,

Xavier developed frostbite as they argued about what to do with his body. “You still want to bring him in? Didn't you hear her? He's a monster.“ Rita shrieked. “All I see here is a naked child that could die of cold if left alone and I'm not saying Isabella is telling a lie. She might have an overactive imagination and mistook a tree for a monster“, Mr. Anderson remarked, as Xavier felt a hand pulling him upwards—he was too cold to speak. All his lips could do was vibrate, soundlessly.

He didn't want to shame Sofia, but his lungs were screaming. Victoria's head snapped around. "OH GOD! SOFIA!" "Motherfucker, that is rank!" Luke roared, slapping the button to roll down his window as he swerved slightly on the road. Isabella followed suit, frantically shoving at her side latch. "Yep. There it is. The burrito of death." Sofia shrugged, looking unbothered. "Honestly, it’s not that bad." "Not that bad?" Victoria shrieked, waving her hand frantically to circulate the night air. "I’m a nurse! I’ve smelled infected wolf wounds and swamp-rot, and this is officially the worst thing I’ve encountered in my professional life!"

They were so lost in the intricate details of dye baths and knitting patterns that Reagan entirely lost track of time, only pulled from the conversation when a familiar, booming voice echoed over the noise of the Midway. "Reagan!" Reagan grinned, popping her head around the side of the wooden booth. "I'm over here, Xander!" A few dozen yards away, the Frost pack's towering Beta turned his head. He zeroed in on her voice, but more importantly, his wolf locked onto her scent. Fresh berries and clover. For the last eight months, that scent had been agonizingly faint, muted by grief and the suffocating darkness of her depression.

Finn Takes Control In the luxury box, Finn stood very still. His small hands pressed against the glass. “My ice breaking…” Liam hovered his puck anxiously. “Fix?” Jake’s voice echoed faintly from the hallway outside as he fought. “Finn… hold it together.” Finn frowned. “Hold ice.” The air inside the arena suddenly dropped in temperature. Frost crept across the glass of the luxury box. Then— The ice on the rink began to glow faintly blue. The Freeze From the center of the rink, a wave of cold spread outward.

I’d been home for three hours. They couldn’t just be finishing now, could they? I typed nervously: “Does your fox fae ever wake up in the middle of the night to… workout?” Two quick voice notes pinged back. “The owner said fox faes have strong desires. If they can’t satisfy those desires, they get restless at night and workout to relieve themselves. “Maybe you should try it with yours… hmm.” …She’d been kissed again. The sound alone was driving me crazy. Add that to Fennrick’s taut, sculpted back under the balcony light?

The marsh beyond the hollow walls stirred as if holding its breath. She felt everything. Rowan’s fury. Lucien’s hunger. Her own rising storm. She lifted her hands—fire and frost blazing in perfect symmetry. The marsh answered. Roots erupted through the floor in long, twisting spears. Fire burst from her palms in a column of gold, but frost intertwined with it—blue-white veins snapping through the flames like ice lightning. Wolves howled as frost sealed their paws to the stone, while the fire seared the air around them.

Alesha's brisk walk through the moonlit forest suddenly came to a halt when she stumbled upon a sight that sent a jolt through her senses. In the dappled moonlight, she discovered an unconscious figure lying amidst the underbrush, a woman covered in wounds and the telltale scent of blood lingering in the air. As Alesha drew closer, she recognized the familiar features of Carla, the former Luna of the Blue Moon Pack.

something. Her gaze dropped to the book, and she began to flip through the pages, her fingers moving with a quiet purpose. Finally, she settled on a particular passage, her eyes scanning the text with an intensity that piqued my curiosity. Roxy's voice was steady and clear as she read from the book, the words painting a vivid picture of the Cryomancer's abilities. "Cryomancers can control ice, including any liquid substance that can be frozen. They can also manipulate the mind, inducing hallucinations of objects, people, places, or entire scenarios. For short-term manipulation, a Cryomancer can use their magic alone. However, for prolonged influence, they often gift the target an item made o