Frigid Blast Novels & Stories

I notice an aftertaste on my tongue. There was something in the food. “That's right,” Frostgrave says, reading my thoughts. “An aphrodisiac in an extremely strong dose.” I cry out as another painful spasm jolts my body, knocking me to the cold floor, where I writhe and moan. It's like the heat I experienced in the Zone, only ten times worse. My nipples are now so hard and swollen they feel like they're going to burst. Between my legs, my throbbing sex is flowing with a warm layer that's running down my ass and pooling on the floor.

Their hands are filled with so many blood but him agreeing his daughter killing someone without the person committing a crime is bogus. "Take him and lock him up. No food no water for three days." The boss commanded and i was jacked up. That was the worst punishment a person can ever receive. The room is usually very tiny and dark with no window,no means for ventilation. No food,water and air. This is a death mission.

"That's some smart thinking, young lady. Go ahead and make it sound good so you can actually promote us!" Holding my phone, I slowly walked deeper into the cold storage. Under the pretense of introducing our wine, I made my way toward the freezer where the two were hiding. "These freezers are our latest in-house design with an incredibly powerful flash-freeze capability. It can drop the internal temperature by 68 degrees Fahrenheit in just three minutes. Let me give the viewers a quick demonstration." As I spoke, I reached out and flipped the flash-freeze switch. The freezer began to hum loudly to life.

Which was why they were going to the movies to watch Frozen 2, upon Natie's request. "Nat, are you done?" Anelia spoke over her shoulder, not sure if Natie had actually heard her. For someone who would not stop chatting about Frozen 2 and how she could not wait to see her favourite Disney characters, she would not leave her room. "Natie!" Anelia yelled once more, just as Natie suddenly appeared in her line of view. "Where did you get those?" Anelia asked with laughter dancing in her eyes. She just had to decide what was funnier; the huge goggles hanging on the bridge of her nose for dear life or her small face under the goggles.

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

The black frost didn't crawl this time; it exploded. A blinding, mile-wide wave of absolute zero temperature shot out from beneath my bleeding palm, racing across the granite floor of the boundary line faster than a kinetic slug. The cold didn't just freeze the slush in the trenches; it slammed directly into the leading treads of the three military battalions, the sub-zero vacuum instantly pulling the thermal energy out of the constructs' high-frequency battery cores. CRACK. CRACK. CRACK.

He cared less about the people that had been carried away by the mighty flood that Frost had created. “What the heck are you doing?” Minrad snapped at Frost when he landed and got off the bird. His appearance was admittedly shocking. He was completely bald and his clothes were blood stained. “Ash is no longer lord, get out of here.” Minrad waved as if that was all it took to get Frost to leave. Frost wasted no time in arguing. He attacked with frozen balls from his fists, something Minrad had no idea he possessed. He was fast enough to dodge it thanks to his senses as lord.

"Not until you understand that the man who rejected you seven years ago doesn't exist anymore. And not until you give me the chance to prove it." As Raven turned to walk away, her phone buzzed with a message from an unknown number. A video file, timestamp showing it was taken that morning. When she opened it with trembling hands, she watched footage of herself in her apartment—sleeping, unaware, completely vulnerable. Multiple camera angles. Professional equipment. The video's final frame showed a message in white text: "Come to the Cascade Mountains. Come alone. Or I'll burn every connection you've ever made. —D"

The SUV shuddered, metal groaning in protest as the kinetic energy transferred through the frame. But it was the aftermath that made my lungs seize. A localized blast of supernatural cold exploded outward from the impact zone. It didn't just freeze the metal; it breached the seals. Frost—thick, jagged, and unnatural—spread instantly across the interior paneling like a disease. The cold hit us like a physical wall of knives. It wasn't atmospheric; it was targeted. It sliced through my white blazer, biting into my skin with icy, stinging needles. The air in the cabin turned into a pressurized vacuum of absolute zero, tasting of bitter freon and ash choking bitterness.

Max stupidly asks him. "Sorry, BroMax, seems you're glitching, you're breaking up, I can't talk to you right now, bad signal," Troy responds in haste before getting up and walking over to Simo to order his favorite ice cream -- 'bland' flavored ice cream, his words, definitely not mine. Max shakes his head before glancing at Bell and I in bewilderment. "Am I dreaming? I was talking to him face-to-face, right? How can I be glitching?"