Frost Blade Novels & Stories

I was concentrated and had controlled over my powers, it may seem like I was being slow, but I had done this in a matter of seconds before Luke's parents could even take two steps to get to me. Being precise and having a focused intent, I shaped it into a blade-like form which was infused with the biting of cold deep within. The blade took a translucent crystalline appearance, very sharp. I muttered some things within me and imbued the blade with its cutting ability as I enhanced it with more layers of my frost magic. This would make the blade be or remain razor-sharp and be capable of slicing through anything with ease. Once my blade was fully created and ready, mentally I commanded it to o

she says with a grin. “Thanks,” I murmur, taking a grateful sip. The warmth seeps through my gloves, and I allow myself a moment to enjoy it. Before I can comment on the sheer number of decorations, the low hum of a car engine draws my attention. A sleek, silver car pulls up, and out steps Sebastian Frost. Of course, he looks effortlessly dashing, his dark coat and scarf a perfect contrast to the wintry backdrop. My stomach does a little flip. Calm down, Selina.

“Claudia will not stop until she makes me part of the weapon she forges. I cannot wait for her to strike. I must hold the truth myself.” Alexander looked at her for a long moment, then kissed her hand gently. “Then we will carry it together.” Outside, the wind rose, rattling the windows with the sound of branches clawing against glass. Evelyn stood at the balcony, looking over the city lights. Somewhere across the continent, Claudia Moreau was gathering fragments of the past and sharpening them into a blade. Evelyn whispered to herself, “Let her build it. We will be ready when she draws it.”

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.

I shouted. I stepped out from behind Rowan. The obsidian blade in my hand felt different now. It wasn't just a heavy piece of stone. It was light, almost weightless, and it thrummed with the soft, white light of the girl I had seen in the warehouse. It was the **Blade of the Unsaid**. Every word I had swallowed, every dream I had put aside for the sake of survival, every "I love you" that had been lost in the roar of battle—it was all there, feeding the light. Vane pivoted, his liquid form spinning like a drill. He ignored Rowan and came for me. He was fast—too fast for a human to track. He was a blur of silver and shadow.

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.

The memories of the borderlands, the hunts, the bloodshed—they all blurred into the background. Only the blade remained. Steel. Control. Focus. He spun the sword once and brought it down in a clean strike that would have split a skull from crown to jaw. The sound echoed softly across the courtyard. Then— “You train early.” The voice came from behind him. Deep. Smooth. Ancient. Adrian froze instantly. His instincts reacted before his thoughts did. He turned and dropped to one knee. “My king.” King Vaelreth stood near the entrance of the courtyard, his dark cloak stirring slightly in the cold morning wind.

Tiny crystals of frost formed along the window frame. In his dream, Finn stood on a massive frozen lake. The sky above him glowed with swirling blue light. The ice beneath his feet stretched endlessly in every direction. A distant voice echoed softly across the frozen surface. “Awaken…” Finn blinked in confusion. “Hello?” The ice beneath him glowed brighter. “Awaken… heir of frost…” Outside the Cabin Jake stepped onto the porch. The frozen lake glowed faintly now, its surface alive with shifting patterns of pale blue light.

During our meeting, we'd agreed that the Frost Fang Pack would assist my pack members in their training, but I hadn't had the chance to inquire about the specifics. "Well," Blake began, his tone thoughtful, "your pack's strength lies in poison—it's your sharpest blade. But not all of your pack members possess the skill to wield that blade effectively." "So," he continued, "the Frost Fang Pack will help refine this blade by teaching you the intricate art of assassination."

BLADE 2. He forced his tongue into my mouth and pinned my two hands roughly on the bed. He doesn't allow me move. I wiggled my body but he ended up hitting my boobs with his palm. The pain sent the wrong sensation down my pussy. It throbbed shamelessly. He stopped kissing me and before I knew it, I landed a slap on his cheek which I regret doing. His demeanor changed instantly. I presume it didn't sit well with him.