Frost Wyvern Novels & Stories

She says, showing her wrist but he doesn't seem interested. "I think you have already made a big enough scene Ave." This time its Aspen talking, "I should have remembered that you always loved drama and always lied and here you are creating in my meeting. You have highly affected this evening due to your drama; you can't bear a slight pain on your wrist?" He looks at her with disgust, "I thought you were grown up but here you come crying like a baby after having a fight which you started, grow up Ave!" He barks. Ave face is fun to watch right now. But why the sudden change in Aspen? Leave all this thinking Winter, just enjoy this while you can. It rarely happens that your enemy is being scol

He cared less about the people that had been carried away by the mighty flood that Frost had created. “What the heck are you doing?” Minrad snapped at Frost when he landed and got off the bird. His appearance was admittedly shocking. He was completely bald and his clothes were blood stained. “Ash is no longer lord, get out of here.” Minrad waved as if that was all it took to get Frost to leave. Frost wasted no time in arguing. He attacked with frozen balls from his fists, something Minrad had no idea he possessed. He was fast enough to dodge it thanks to his senses as lord.

"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."

Lois was sleeping and she wrapped herself inside her purple heart design duvet as she faced the other side. Dera brought out her phone as she decided to go on W******p. W******p:99+Messages Frostbook:@Queenofmean started a live video @ArtisticKim101 updated her profile picture @Paché69 tagged you in a post. @ireneavalon posted on her story. W*****d: @WendyOpurum has updated Frenemies :Betrayal 2 @TreKonsi commented on chapter 43 of Blossom high series:Being You

He was no longer in his royal robes; he wore tactical furs and armor etched with silver runes that pulsed with heat. We were moving through the 'Iron Pass', a narrow canyon where the snow reached our waists. It was the perfect place for an execution. SNAP. The sound was as sharp as a gunshot. A massive, jagged pillar of ice slammed down from the canyon walls, narrowly missing the lead supply wagon. "AMBUSH!" Mord roared, his blade already out and glowing with a faint, vengeful green light. From the swirling snow above, the Frost-Wolves descended. They weren't creatures of flesh and bone; they were monstrosities of ice and blue fire, their eyes glowing with the malevolence of the Frostbite Ki

It was cold—frigid, even—and it was slowly but steadily freezing her heart and other vital organs. In his mind, Danial searched the vast repository of knowledge from his inheritance and found the explanation: Miss Kirk possessed a rare condition known as the Frostborn Physique. This was no ordinary affliction—it was a unique and powerful physique that caused the body to continuously generate frost energy whenever she cultivated. The Frostborn Physique grew stronger with each cultivation session, making it increasingly difficult to control and maintain the frost energy. Left unchecked, this energy could potentially freeze her from the inside out, a slow and painful process that could ultimate

It was a disaster. The bloodstains on the ground were still obvious. Many demon beast corpses were lying around. The most rampant was a kind of wolf that had enormous bodies. They were nearly four meters in length, and their bodies were completely white. There were also odd demon beasts that were completely black and looked like hybrids of lions and pigs. “This is a Frostblade Wolf. It’s of the Cryo element,” Yuno pointed at a wolf’s corpse on the ground and said. After that, she pointed at a black one. “This is a Bloodthirst Swine. It has powerful attack powers.”

She started reading, “Known Frostborn Traits: One. Hair may present in shades of violet, or midnight purple once they attain puberty. Two. Lavender or violet rings may form around the iris. And over time, the entire eye color would change to lavender or violet or purple.” Violet’s fingers tightened on the page as she took a ragged breath. “Three. Extreme cold affinity. Frostborn blood reacts instinctively to fear, pain, anger, or threat. The air temperature may drop around them without proper training. They can manipulate temperature when trained well. They can freeze people or things.” I snapped my eyes at her as I remembered the rink. The sudden cold. The purple wolf under the ice. She loo

I whispered. “The dungeon. This is how he treats his enemies” Fay said quietly. My stomach churned. “This is what happens when someone betrays him” Fay continued, her voice steady despite everything around us, My hands trembled slightly, my heart racing, my mind struggling to catch up because suddenly, everything felt different. He wasn’t just cruel, he wasn’t just arrogant, he was vile. My jaw tightened as fear crept in but alongside it, a burning hatred rose to my throat.

he stated, still calm as hell as though I wasn’t literally losing my shit. The fucking nerve! His calm fed my anger and I turned my attack to them. They blocked and dodged my throws, but some of them slipped through their guard, pierced through their dark clothes, saturating the fabric with their blood. Their grunts of pain when I met my mark, fed Vetur. She thrived on the adrenaline and exertion of the strong men steadily advancing on me. And they had to be truly strong to survive my attack. Flinging my hands forward, I buried the two nameless warriors’ feet in thick blocks of ice. One of them cursed in frustration, while the other complained about the temperament of arctic foxes and their