Frost Blade Novels & Stories

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.

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.

Haris was taken aback when he saw Adrian's attack. He had a deep impression of the Inferno Purgatory. It was this move that told him that Adrian’s weapons were top-notch treasures. As someone from Blade's Reach, Haris had been around weapons since childhood, particularly swords. Adrian's Divine Frost Slayer Blade was the most enigmatic weapon he had ever encountered. It seemed to possess a consciousness of its own, making it extraordinarily mysterious. As for the Hellblade, he deduced from his clashes with Adrian that it was an exceptionally rare and valuable weapon.

Don't let her take you. A sudden, freezing cold swept through the pit. The violet light didn't just glow; it turned into a swirl of frost. The air became so cold that Elena’s breath turned to mist. "What is this?" she demanded, clutching her crystal. "Stop this!" The frost gathered in my palms, forming a jagged blade of pure, solidified moonlight. I didn't wait for her to move. I moved. I wasn't running; I was gliding. I slashed the frost blade across her arm. Elena screamed as the ice bit into her skin, turning the wound black instantly. She dropped the crystal, and it shattered on the stone floor.

The Frozen Star Sword in his hand glowed. Chris did not even blink as he looked at the five slashes that were being sent to him. He snorted and let out a slash. Five of Blade's slashes clashed with the Frozen Star Sword. In the blink of an eye, the slashes shattered and disappeared! Chris raised an eyebrow as he snorted in disdain, "Whatever, I've already played around with you enough. I might end up losing the initiative if I waste any more time. I won't give anyone else the chance!"

They stood frozen at the sight of blood that gushed from Frost's shoulders, with their eyes wet with tears. Just then, a woman pushed through the crowd, and ran towards where we knelt. She dropped on her knees as she began to evaluate Frost, placing fingers at certain regions on his body, trying to check his pulses. Her face went white. Her enthusiasm almost dies as she slows down and stares at me. "I'm sorry, my lady," she started. It was a turn off in my ears, almost as though I should scream into her face to get a solution at the spot. "There's just a limited time for him," she took a brief pause. "The blade was a silver one, blessed with very old magic meant to kill supernatural beings.

The beasts screeched, having wide demon wings and deadly talons. Arth extended one hand forward and called for his weapon. His palm released thousands of alar, like blue ribbons, all circling him, then they all gathered to form his blade; Frostcalibur. Coldness dominated against the hot air, so cold that he saw Elicantris wince at its chill. Arth took hold of Frostcalibur’s hilt and prepared to launch. The plan seemed more difficult to achieve, now that Arth was facing the terrifying army. But he had to do it, and he’d give out his all for this.