Frosty Snowman Characters Novels & Stories

The park was mostly empty—it was far too early for anyone to be out anyway. Just bare trees and frost-covered grass and one figure standing beneath a massive oak tree at the far end. Frost stopped walking so abruptly I almost ran into him. The man under the tree was pretty tall—maybe six-two or six-three—built like an athlete, similar to Frost. All lean muscles and broad shoulders. His dark hair was pulled back in a bun, and even from this distance I could see his eyes—amber, almost glowing in the light fog. “Kieran.” Frost breathed the name in a whisper.

"That sugar-coated bowl of kibble isn't going to fuel a shifter." Finn pulled a face. "Breakfast cereal. What’s the point of this partnership again?" "We were in a rush," Val countered. "And don't act like those Frosty Paws didn't have you purring. I heard the sounds you made." Val cut him off before he could fire back about the sounds Val made. "Besides, I don't want your credits. We’re trading favors. That's the deal." Val yanked the wheel, steering the car away from the Miami Ice Dome.

"I never wanted her to sacrifice herself like this!" He picked up Janet and rushed her to the hospital, while Rose ran off, crying. "Alright, I know you don't need my help. I guess I was just being silly," Rose said with a sigh. Chester stood still for a moment, but then he suddenly dropped Janet onto the cold ground and chased after Rose. Snowflakes fell thick and fast that day. Janet could not move her legs and was left shivering in the snow. It was so cold outside that she could have frozen to death. Slowly, she felt her body turning to ice. However, she did not cry out or try to call for help.

" Two men, one tall and one short, stood in front of the door. The light bounced back so Lily couldn't see the faces of the two men clearly. The guy Lily was going to marry was probably the tall guy standing in the middle of that door. He wears a black suit, his hair is tied in a ponytail, his body is well proportioned. But for some reason, his whole body exuded a coldness that made everyone around him feel fear and submission. In particular, on his hand there is a very prominent red necklace, because there is also a rather large gold wolf attached.

Fredrick looked so angry and furious. A very large man that has similar features to Dawson stepped forward and looked around. His eyes fell on me and he fixated his gaze. “Hello, Alpha Melissa. I'm Doyle, popularly known as Snow. I'm at your service.” He said with a slight bow. There's no way that the Alpha of the northern mountains is here. He is the only one known as Snow. “Thank you for joining the fight. We fight together for the survival of our kind.” I raised Dreca and the wind around me blew around me wildly.

Kari yelped as he was pulled into Ryedir’s lap and steel arms wrapped around him, pulling him close while the man’s chin rested on his shoulder so he could look at his siblings. “So, this is why you’ve been fidgeting all evening. I’m surprised you brought him with you.” A man spoke as he leaned forward, eyes lingering on his snowstorm/snowflake tattoo. He was very similar to Ryedir, an alpha as well, but slimmer in build and dressed flamboyantly. “Careful,” Millicent took a seat next to another woman with the Lezzker eyes. “Don’t get too close or Rye might growl at you.”

kaelynn told her husband. Paxon smiled widely "Junior Reynolds" "We should name him Dexter" his wife suggested "Dexter Reynolds" Paxon repeated and kissed his wife passionately.

Had he finally realized that he was really close to the place where he cut open that nameless torso? “Mr. Clark, our police dogs found this in the snow.” It was a bloodied hearing aid. I could not quite describe Zach’s expression accurately. He seemed shocked but also in disbelief. In the end, he took the expensive, custom-made hearing aid he bought for me. “That’s impossible… This can’t be hers… There are plenty of hearing aids in the world. This can’t be hers. She’s still waiting for me at home for us to have dinner together. I… I’m going to stop talking to you now… Starling is still waiting for me at home… I have to go have dinner with her.”

Yet, because there was still hope in my heart, even those hard days made me feel content. The day Ethan sold his first painting, he took me out and bought me a ring. It wasn’t expensive, but it was the thought that counted. On the way back, it started snowing. He held my hand tightly as snow fell all over us, covering his hair. For no reason at all, I felt happy. I thought, if we could walk through snow together, we could grow old together. Back then, I truly believed we would have a happy ending. That was why, even when everyone said he was dead, I stubbornly refused to leave that belief behind. In the end, though, nothing could survive the fickleness of the heart.

I can barely bend properly, but I don’t care. The cold bites instantly, but laughter follows just as fast. We build a snowman, arguing the entire time. “It needs arms,” I insist. “It does not.” “How is it meant to wave?” “It’s a snowman, not a politician.” I snort, packing snow harder than necessary. When I step back, hands on hips, I nod. “He looks grumpy. This is the ugliest snowman I’ve ever seen,” I say, stepping back. “It has character,” Damien replies defensively. “He looks powerful.”