Frost Txt Novels & Stories

My Frost is really here. My other hand flew up to cup her other cheek and goodness, she felt real. "Hi." Frost whispered and I saw tears fill her beautiful eyes. Her voice was small but there was no thick cloth to muffle it even further. "Hi." I whispered back, still not believing the sight in front of me. Frost reached out to touch my arms and chills traveled through my entire body. "Oh, Frost..." I whispered but no more words came out as I crashed my lips on to hers.

Not us, anyway. Frost launches himself at the nearest shadow where it spreads like an oil spill on the scratched wooden floor. He leaps onto it, claws digging, teeth snapping. He’s like a starved wolf unleashed—biting, scratching, growling, snarling, taking out his anger on the shadow with devastating consequences. He tears right through the black shape, leaving gouges in the floor. The creature falls into shreds and evaporates, although Frost doesn’t wait around to see it disappear before he chooses his next victim.

Chapter 59 ~~~DARK DOMAIN~~~ 4PM Frost sat slouched in the clan balcony chair, cigarette dangling between his fingers, the smoke curling lazily into the afternoon air. His gaze was distant, jaw tight, the kind of upset that brewed in silence. Kendrox strolled in, hands in his pockets, and without a word slid into the seat beside him. He plucked the cigarette from Frost’s hand and crushed it in the ashtray. "What the hell—" Frost began, but Kendrox was already snatching the whole packet from his lap and tossing it into the bin.

Lena replied with a smile. "I'll go take a look," Alex said with a nod. Alex teleported away and vanished. Jennifer gazed at Frostine at this same moment, her fingers softly squeezed, her lips wriggled, and she silently whispered an incantation. Frostine screamed miserably in the next second, her body let out black gas, her face turned red, and she began to slowly decay.

A shimmer of frost sparked across my fingertips, glittering like stars. There you go, Alba whispered. But just as quickly, it faded. Frustrated, I opened my eyes and froze. Across the training field stood Alpha Rhett, speaking to a woman I didn’t recognize. Tall, confident, and clearly comfortable in his space, she leaned in with a too-familiar smile, her hand grazing his arm. Rhett didn’t pull away. Something inside me snapped. A gust of freezing wind burst from my chest. Ice blossomed across the ground in a sudden, sharp wave, radiating outward from where I stood. Frost surged up the nearest tree trunks. A thin sheet of ice glazed over the nearby flowers, wilting them.

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.

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.

Frost was found two hours later. A security team to the coordinates Vael gave, a compact site that read as a decommissioned water treatment facility from the outside and was something considerably older inside, and the real Frost in a suspended hold exactly as Vael had described — sitting, breathing, eyes closed, dreamless. He woke inside sixty seconds of the hold being released and spent the first twenty minutes being deeply confused and the next hour being extremely focused, which was, Ava had learned, simply his personality on a sliding scale.

She grabbed my hand and pulled me outside. The snow fell in large, soft flakes in a silence that felt vast and grand. We walked side by side beneath the streetlights, the thick snow crunching underfoot. "Are you cold?" Amelia asked me. "No." I shook my head. Inside, my heart was warm. Suddenly, Amelia stopped and turned to face me. "Charlie," she said seriously, "there's something I've been wanting to tell you." I looked at her. Snowflakes fell on her hair, eyelashes, and shoulders. Her eyes sparkled, like they were filled with starlight.