Frost Demons Novels & Stories

Ryan and Harlow stopped abruptly in their steps, and the colour drained from their faces. "Do something!" Ryan yelled at his men as perspiration beaded his furrowed brows. The Rogue soldiers separated and surrounded the monstrous canine, agitatedly stalking closer to the camp. "I am the frost demon, and this is my territory." The beast roared in a thunderous bloodthirsty howl before shifting into a blazing inferno when the fire erupted from his fur, eyes, and mouth. Black as coal smoke billowed from his muscular frame. The demon's distinctly almond-shaped eyes burned with green fire, lusting to consume everything in its path.

I have to do something before this fire gets out of hand and ends up destroying much more than what these bastards intend… She closes her eyes for a few seconds has the fire begins to inch closer towards her, when she opens her eyes the earth beneath her seems to freeze over, she looks up and her countenance has changed with her irises warped from black to white DIANE : Heavenly art : eternal frost A huge gust of cold wind immediately blow over, freezing everything around her including the inferno, the demons are struck in awe by what they had just seen with their eyes, demons around her begin to freeze over quickly

Frost spun at Daimon’s cry, catching sight of him crumpled on the ground. One of the rogues sank its teeth into Frost’s arm, but he barely flinched. With a snarl, Frost seized the wolf by the throat and hurled it away like it was nothing. The rogue that had tried to ambush Andriel from behind lunged again, but Frost was ready. He caught it mid-attack, snapping its neck with a swift, brutal twist.

Joe drops his sword and trips, falling onto his knees. The darkness grows around him. I close my eyes and breathe in the strange warm air, the hint of brimstone, the flowery scent that pervades these woods. But when I open my eyes, I breathe out winter, snow, and ice. The ground freezes beneath me, shooting out in a ring of frost as I focus on the darkness that circles my second in command. "Sleep now, warrior. Sleep and know I will take you with me. Back to my cave. You will join my beautiful bones. Your flesh will wilt until I'm ready to feast." She comes into view, standing behind him, her claws drawn back.

It was the figure standing in the shadows, just beyond the altar’s reach. Asha’s breath caught in her throat. The figure was tall and imposing, draped in flowing robes of dark fabric that shimmered with an otherworldly glow. The face was hidden beneath a hood, but the presence of the figure was unmistakable. It was a spirit—a manifestation of the Frostkin's ancestors.

Five years after my parents' divorce, I met my mother at school. She had just finished a parent-teacher meeting for her stepdaughter, who was the top student in the grade, and was beaming with joy. The moment she saw me, her expression darkened. "Do you always come to school dressed like this? This is how your father is raising you?" She handed me a business card and said in a condescending tone, "Take this. Tell your father that I'll enroll you in the international program right away if he's willing to admit his mistake. It's better than staying in the regular program and struggling." I did not take it and took a few steps back. "No thanks, Ms. Stroll." She frowned, her eyes filled with

I'm not sure how I feel about her, but I can't abandon her to the wolves. I exit into the downpour. As the storm approaches, the wind whips at me, and the platform suddenly experiences a break in the rain. When I look up, I can see the three-quarter moon above, with grey clouds closing in on us, so we must be near the eye's edge. They intended for the tension, wrath, and adrenaline to escalate in this manner. As I go into the thronging mob to enter the fray, I feel it just as much as any other alpha does, like a partial transformation coming over me.

"But Tobias, if you are not ready, we find a different role. I am not forcing anyone into positions they cannot handle." After giving it some thought, he slowly nodded. "I'll make an effort. But I must be able to tell you if it gets to be too much without feeling like I let you down." "Always. It is now part of the protocol to communicate. No one suffers in silence." The first new arrival under the expansion came three days later. A girl named Frost, seventeen, whose ice powers had awakened during a winter storm. Before her pack caught her, she had frozen the water supply of an entire hamlet in an attempt to prevent a flood, almost killing people from dehydration.

Their skin was translucent white, revealing skeletal ribcages and thick, black veins, while their faces were completely smooth, devoid of eyes, nose, or fur, save for a massive, vertical maw lined with needles of frozen bone. The Frost-Bound. The forgotten monstrosities sealed by the First Lunas centuries ago, reawakened by the collapse of the High Court's subterranean wards. "They smell the Silver-Moon blood," Gideon gasped, drawing his silver pike as three of the long-limbed creatures launched themselves off the fifty-foot cliffside, descending toward the riverbed like pale, skeletal spiders. Eldrick let out a feral, earth-shattering roar that shook the frost from the pine trees, his golde

“Demon flame art: Purga!” All of the demons in the cube erupted in the same green flame. They withered away, but more too their place. “Fine then.”, she said, as a dagger appeared in her hand. She raised it up and mad e a single stroke down. “Antaroq Eznon Dymor!”