Frigid Blast Novels & Stories

Their name is spoken in fear, for the saying, "if the moon stares at you, the Night Dancers are near, and your screams will be music." The Frost Fang Pack,or the Masters of the North, perhaps due to the cold climate, they have freezing breath. Their breath and bite freezes flesh to solid. Because of them, the entire Northern Plains are called the Graveyard of ice. "Frostfang will grant your warm heart a cold death", "One touch and you forget warmth". They are mentioned in chilled whispers as "Death's Ice."

The room itself was dark and empty, but the glass doors leading out to his private balcony were pushed wide open, letting the cool, pine-scented mountain air spill inside. She walked softly across the room and stepped out into the chill of the night. Zyan was standing at the edge of the stone balcony, his large hands gripping the heavy wrought-iron banister as he stared out over the vast, moonlit expanse of the Frost Pack territory. Down below, the distant, glowing embers of the celebratory bonfires flickered against the tree line. Reagan walked right up beside him, mirroring his posture as she leaned her forearms against the cold metal banister. For a long time, the only sound between them

As it swung open, everyone froze in shock. "Bring her out!" Ean barked. One guard hesitated. "Mr. Smith, the freezer... It seems to have turned on." Ean's expression twisted in anger. "What do you mean turned on? Are you trying to shirk responsibility?" He stepped forward, the cold air hitting him like a physical blow, sending chills down everyone's spine. His face went pale. "Madeline, don't think that this will make me forgive you. Get out here!"

I realized this was just another prank of his. My strength drained away. The pain was so bad I couldn't even question him. That was Colin, a prank lover. Ever since I confessed my feelings ten years ago, I'd been dragged into his games. The first time, he tested my sincerity, making me search for his lost watch in a snowstorm. Succeeding, I'd earn a chance to pursue him. Unfortunately, I never found it, only ending up hospitalized with frostbite. He visited and flashed the watch on his wrist, saying I passed the test. I could never forget that smirk on his face.

"Don't let me stop you." The temperature in the room suddenly dropped. I could see my breath and white flakes in the air. Frost stood with his back turned against me, his chest jarring, and I could practically feel the anger radiate off him. Then ice crept up the windows in violent, jagged patterns—nothing like the beautiful patterns from before. These were disrupted and spreading fast. "Frost, stop it." "Stop what?" He turned, and froze when he saw the windows. “I didn't mean to..."

Pots, pans, and dishes lay shattered across the cramped basement floor. Gone was any trace of Steve's usual refinement. In fact, he looked like a cornered animal, pushed past all reason. In a burst of blind frenzy, he kicked Paige squarely in her rounded belly with every ounce of his strength. The blow landed with a solid and sickening thud. Paige let out a piercing shriek, her body flung backward. She crashed into the coal stove and tumbled down the few steps at the entrance. Blood began to gush down her thick thighs, instantly staining the ground red.

The blizzard was not a natural occurrence; it was a physical manifestation of the Blood-Moon King’s malice. It screamed through the jagged passes of the Silver Peaks, a wall of white ice and freezing wind that sought to strip the warmth from any living thing. Lyra stood at the prow of the lead transport, her eyes glowing with a sapphire fire that cut through the gloom. She was no longer a woman; she was a storm in human skin.

“Have you even tried it?” “Yes” I said. “How can you even eat it when you open the can and it comes out with that nasty layer of slime on it?” He looked at me, wide-eyed with shock. “That’s the best part!” he declared loudly. I shook my head as he peeled the lid open on the can. He set his bread on the blanket and began shaking the can of Spam upside down. It made a repulsive, squishy sound as it slid out of the can and splatted onto the bread.

She made you write it. Ludo looked at her mother dropping the piece of paper. She felt scared and had racing thoughts. She felt even more dizzy and lightheaded. She felt a rising feeling from her stomach to her throat. Her whole body became numb and tingly. She looked at her mother one more time and turned her head in Hunter and Evan's direction. Ludo lost awareness and sounds became strange. She could feel a smell like that of a burning rubber. Her vision became blurry. She fell to the floor with her face hitting it so hard that she bit her lower lip and blood oozed out of her mouth. Her body became rigid then her hands started twitching and then spread to all the body parts. Her whole body

"A coordinated physical blockade. But that doesn't explain the catastrophic temperature drop. The Citadel is heavily insulated. This isn't a natural weather pattern." "Because it’s not weather," Xander said, his voice dropping to a lethal, icy whisper. "It’s The Great Frost." I frowned, my brain instantly trying to parse the variable. "An archaic magical weapon?" "An environment-override protocol," Xander corrected, his eyes fixed on the map. "It’s a banned, localized curse that forcibly drains all thermal energy within a hundred-mile radius. It artificially induces absolute zero. We aren't just snowed in, Sereia. We’re trapped inside a rapidly cooling liquid-nitrogen tank."