Frost Demons Novels & Stories

She spent her time staring at the moon until it was no longer there. Now, looking back at it. Frost and Princess Hiraya have similar tragic childhood days. And they both have trash families. The only difference is Hiraya is at the entrance of Hell. And Frost was inside, playing with Satan himself. Frost's eyes darkened several degrees. She could not help but remember her past, and all the sufferings she had to experience. Frost's cold personality is the product of the Akira Clan's inhumane ways. It was them who made Frost into a person she is now. Merciless, lethal, and a devil.

"Stop acting like a pup. Look at you. You’re already staring." Luke’s gaze had already drifted. At the far end of the ice, near the player’s tunnel, a new figure had appeared. Castel "Cass" Castillo. He wasn't a girl, but he moved with a fluid, dangerous grace that made Luke’s inner wolf pace behind his ribs. Cass was wearing a jagged black jersey with a silver wolf-skull—the mark of the outcast clans from the Blackwood Haunted Mansion district. "That's him," Jax whispered, following Luke’s eyes. "The one you’ve been howling about at practice. Castel."

His consciousness scattered across dimensions he could no longer navigate. He was gone. The sanctuary fell completely silent. The seventeen enslaved Starborn were scattered across the chamber, consciousness manifesting in partial forms that Elara and the Council were still attempting to stabilize. Ash was barely standing, his physical form barely holding together without mate bond support. Kade was bleeding from multiple locations where consolidation backlash had caught him. The entire sanctuary was damaged from the energy discharge of consolidation network collapse. But everyone was alive. The seventeen who'd been enslaved were alive. Ash was alive.

He looked at me in shock and I could see the fear in his eyes when he looked at my arm. "Demon." I heard him say before running away from my room. I just asked why he seems to be scared. Who is the demon? Me? What is a demon by the way? Then when I got dressed I went out of the room and went to the kitchen, I saw a knife fall to the floor so I took it but I immediately let it go and closed my eyes because I saw something in my mind again. I saw the face of my mom and the girl with the horns again, mom was holding a knife and stabbed that girl with the horns, the girl did not know because she was sleeping.

Grant Gonas is the man the underworld fears and the business world admires. As the CEO of GONAS, a multibillion-dollar empire built over generations, he is known for his intelligence, discipline, and ruthless decisions. But beneath the image of a respected businessman lies a terrifying secret—Grant is the head of one of the most powerful mafia families in America. Feared as The Frozen Beast, he has no room for emotions, no patience for love, and no intention of letting anyone close enough to become his weakness. A high-stakes business meeting takes Grant from Los Angeles to San Diego, where he chooses to travel without the luxury and security that usually surround him. One rainy afternoon,

The hall became freezing cold and the cold air made the glass on the windows foggy. Oliva joined hands with skin and they they tried to summon a warm whirl wind to protect them all from freezing to death. Skin on the other hand tried to reach Roxy. He was confronted by The Cold Monster who attacked him with sharp icy knives one after the other. Skin transformed himself into an eagle to dodge the icy knives flying in the air. After a while, he landed back on the ground in his original form and attacked The Cold Monster with a canon of fire. The cold monster lost his balance and his demons were weakened for a few moments. Olivia quickly summoned some molten lava and sprayed the Cold Demons wit

"We actually missed having you come around." Frost chuckled, a sound that felt like velvet over ice. "I really missed you both," he said, then turned curious. "And where's the rogue?" "My lord," Damon suddenly called, taking steps forward and giving a full bow. Frost smiled, patting his back and signalling him to get up. "He's been incredible," I said honestly. "A quiet work machine. He practically carried half the entire warehouse today." "Yeah," Maya added. "If we had two more Damons, we sure would retire early."

"In my own way. That's all I was trying to do. I couldn't bear to let you go through what I going through and I wanted revenge. I got it. I killed the bastard and for a few minutes it felt good. I thought that just going after the vampire that killed your mother was going to be enough but it wasn't. It didn't make things better and it didn't bring her back. I couldn't stop either... Not after I realized that there were more of them. I ended up going after another... And then another until I couldn't stop. I saw it as a way to help people. When Jeremiah Desmond came to me about his son's death, I decided to team up with him because I understood what he was going through and I understood his q

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.

The hand dwarfed the courtyard, claws scraping gouges into stone that had stood for centuries. Lava hissed where it touched snow, steam blasting into the night. The fracture yawned wider, tearing like flesh pulled apart. Adrien shoved Sera behind him, his blade raised, but even his stance faltered. Against the molten creature they had fought, there had been defiance. Against this? The air itself trembled with its arrival. The frostbound’s voice broke, guttural, reverent and terrified at once. “Ancient. The fracture is calling the Ancient.”