Frosty Snowman Characters Novels & Stories

He shifts mid-roll, his wolf form easier to maneuver. But Frost adjusts instantly. Ice forms around his hands, extending into massive claws. He swipes at Connor's wolf, nearly catching him. Connor darts around, looking for openings. He's faster than the champion, but every attack he tries slides off the ice armor harmlessly. "You'll have to do better than that, little wolf," Frost rumbles. His voice sounds like glaciers breaking. Connor shifts back to human, needing hands for what he plans. He feints left, then goes right, getting inside Frost's guard. His fist connects with the armor—

Snow had fallen for two days, not continuously but intermittently. The grounds were covered in a thick layer of snow, though the servants had cleared paths that made walking possible. The orchids were in full bloom, but buried beneath the snow. With a kick, the snow would scatter, and the flowers would flutter down along with it. Amid the sea of white, with purple petals drifting down, Carissa and Ryan had built a snowman. Ryan enthusiastically found two pebbles to use as the snowman's eyes, giving it a quirky, adorable appearance.

A cold white mist spread rapidly, and within moments, the temperature plummeted to negative fifty degrees. I screamed desperately for help, but no one answered. At first, I could still hear faint voices outside the door, but my pleas were met with nothing but indifference. "Alpha Kenneth ordered you to reflect on your actions, Luna Irene. Please don’t make things difficult for us.” "Just open the door! The freezer powered back on. It’s too cold and dark in here. Get the pack's healer now!” However, nobody responded outside. They had all left. I wrapped my arms around myself and searched for anything to keep warm.

He acts like his father, badass and all, but he's also a softy inside. "Yes, Chlo-bear?" Langston asked, finally holding a spoon. "Don't Chlo-bear me. What were you doing?!" I said in gritted teeth, "Why is our son covered with Chocolate Icecream?!" Langston's eyes widened when he saw Charlie, "Whoa, what's your costume?" Charlie grinned, showing off some of his missing teeth, "I'm Ice Cream Man! Rawr!" A what now? "Charlie!" Our head turns towards Vanchel, Ivan and Archie's little angel.

His wolf was a red wolf. King looked at the rest of his friends around the table. Fannar Agdluak was the alpha of the Frost Peaks pack. Just like Articus, he had white hair. His eyes were the clear gray of ice, and his personality was as cold as his eyes. Fannar was nicknamed the Yeti because his white wolf could so easily blend in with the snow and would never be spotted. He was six foot seven and his pack lived up in the cold mountains.

His heart recognized the voice. “Heard that?” Carlos Fowler’s mocking laughter came on. “Chairman Jay Adams, I have your sweet little assistant secretary. You need to hear her begging me to not touch a hair on your body. Hahahaha! You must have swam in her little honey pot to make her swoon or is it your bloody money she's fallen for?”

Under the dim yellow glow of the streetlights, he looked particularly lonely. "Who's that? Are we being haunted by a vengeful ghost or something?" Charles walked in dressed in light-colored linen loungewear. Holding a mug of coffee in one hand and resting the other in his pocket, he looked like he was striking a pose for a magazine. "Lucas." I muttered, worried that he might call the police and make a scene. He let out an exaggerated, drawn-out "Ohhhh", clearly having heard of him before. "So that's the idiot from the Carter Family that's got a brain the size of a pea, huh?"

I am strong, I whispered to myself silently as I forced back the tears that was almost falling off a moment ago. I wasn't a cry baby, I do not cry. I am strong. I am Snow, and I do not melt. Not now, not ever. I'm so glad I have these loving and caring souls as friends and I always feel grateful to God for sending these kind of special people my way. I wonder what I'd do without them, I'd probably die of loneliness and lack of friends to talk to. I smiled softly when I felt Christie's fingers grazed my scalp lightly before running up and down my back as she silently comforted me. I suddenly felt really soothed from these gestures.

We all went to bed—well, Ares took the couch. That night, I dreamed of frost. The wind howled through an endless expanse of snow, a vast landscape stretching beyond the horizon. I stood at the center, untouched by the cold, unbothered, maybe even powerful. The ice shimmered beneath my feet, and I felt a strange pull, as if the winter itself recognized me. Then I woke up. Surrounding me were people holding candles, their faces hidden beneath hoods. Was this still a dream?

The entire decoration was based on a winter theme and somehow it reminded me of the Yule ball from Harry Potter. "This is so beautiful," I whispered. "Isn't it," Liam smiled. "I knew you would like it here," "Mr. McKinnon," A cheery voice with a thick British accent called. We turned around to find a plump man, probably in his early fifties rushing towards us. Tugging behind him was a tall woman in her early forties or maybe younger. "Mr. Waltham," Liam smiled. "Mrs. Waltham," "You made it," Mr. Waltham grinned broadly.