Frost Blade Novels & Stories

Its countless voices merged into one. A child's voice. Soft. Lonely. "Will... you... remember... us?" Elyra's eyes filled with tears. She stepped even closer. "I promise." "I won't forget." The moment those words left her lips...... the Starblade burst into brilliant silver light. The blade transformed. Its sharp edge dissolved into streams of light. In its place appeared a long silver staff crowned with a crystal shaped like a star embraced by a crescent moon. Astera gasped. "The Starblade..."

Caelum cracked his neck, a dark, ferocious grin spreading across his handsome features as his gold-and-silver eyes burned entirely crimson with apex predator focus. "Then let's shatter his weapon," Caelum rumbled. The Dance of Frost and Flame The Frost Sovereign raised its glacial spear and swept it horizontally. A beam of pure, absolute-zero light shot from the spearhead, moving with terrifying velocity, freezing the very air in its wake. "Now!" Caelum shouted.

It was coming. As the wind howled through the clearing, a shadow moved at the edge of the forest. Not Ash. Not Kade. Something older. Something that carried the unmistakable mark of her uncle’s power. And for the first time, Raven understood that her awakening wasn’t the beginning of freedom—it was the beginning of war.

Yuri, you go first…” “Master… “ He said bowing briskly. “I will take The Golden Team and attack the Golden Shifters. Our aim is simple; we will get hold of the opponent and stab them with an amethyst needle and hand them to the Fire Team…” “Aaron…” “My team will lead the defeated Golden Shifters to the Fire Cube. We have designed special costumes embedded with stevia. I have also prepared brooms of stevia stalks…” I burst out laughing at this. I just couldn’t help myself from visualizing the Golden Shifters being driven by brooms. Alex was trying hard to retain a straight expression too. I knew he had done this deliberately. He could have made anything but a broom…. Master glared at me and s

"The skates?" "Everything," Cass said, his voice rising in a frantic, jagged rhythm. "I was at the Navarro Memorial Stadium. I had my bag. Two sets of sharpened blades, my custom padded sweater, my gloves. When I saw Brandon in the locker complex with Natalie... I just dropped the bag. I ran. When I went back with my father to grab my life, the gear was gone." Cass's face twisted. "I think that bastard melted my blades." Luke didn't move for a heartbeat. Then, his jaw worked as he spoke. "Were they the high-carbon steel ones?"

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.

"Think about it, the name Kopis is ancient Greece for a knife and it's no coincidence that your name..." "... Is Blade." I finished for her as I began thinking about it. "If this is in anyway true, that means I'm cursed." "Yeah!" She said. "You are." My heart crashed as somehow, I had been hoping that this bloodlust thing would go away and I could try to have a normal life again.

The first question was 'Where does my fairy tribe live? And also show me the way the ruling system is like.' Collen sighed, and the images changed. Now they could see a place full of ice all year round. The residents wear a white coat on whatever outfit they chose. Their hair was at least knee-length and they had pale skin. This fairy tribe kingdom was called 'Frost blade'. Their powers are mainly ice and water. But there are select few who can control blood. Such people are a great asset in war.

Black blood bled from the wound. I had little time to stare at the blade in wonder as its leg suddenly missed my arm by an inch. “Run,” Frost’s ex suddenly yelled as he and his pack prepare a coordinated attack. The drakon, wouldn’t let me free though, it kept on stomping and I kept on buying its legs until it remembered that it had a tail.

Hold On to Me The mountain laughed. Not the house. Not the mirror woman. Not the rogues outside. The mountain. The sound rolled up through the black stairs beneath Frost Ridge, deep and old and pleased in a way that made my knees want to quit their job. Damien shifted in front of me so fast his torn shirt fell from his waist. Again. I did not look down. Much. This was absolutely not the moment to process naked alpha logistics. Kael’s silver blade caught the weak light spilling from the broken windows. The weapon looked thin, almost delicate, with a black handle wrapped in something that might have been leather.