Frozen 2 Jack Frost Novels & Stories

I was startled awake by a sudden chill. Winter's frost iced my chambers, and Jokul Frosti was keeping quarters by the burnt out hearth, ice Jotun that Jokul was. I banished the sprite Jokul with a bit of runefire from my fingertips, and he danced out with a holler and hoot. I suddenly felt as cold as the river of knives, Nastrond, where the Damned were felled and rotted eternally.

“Slowly… once it reaches the heart.” “And Frost?” Jack pressed. “Does it freeze them?” he asked, although it was more of a statement than a question. Zelda hesitated before nodding. “How is that different to father’s current state?” Jack knitted his brows in confusion. “Currently his entire body is frozen in time.” Zelda explained patiently “But the poison works differently. It spreads gradually… freezing wherever it touches. Each affected part dies, one by one, as the frost potion advances.” Silence fell over the cave like an oppressive storm, the heaviness that was filling their hearts spilling onto their faces.

Zoe’s point of view: After Franklin completely recovered, Andre and I accompanied him to the Red Snow Pack. Jack had also begun to execute his plan methodically. The day after our arrival, André received a video from Jack. He had been furtively shot by Jack’s informant in the Dark Swamp Pack. In the video, we saw Ruby enter a man's apartment. Through the window, outside of which the video was shot, I could see several books on magic and many bottles of magic potions in the man's room

Frederick joked. Even though he was joking, I could hear his voice trembling. His palms grew cold. Anyone unaccustomed to interacting with Sinclair would be intimidated by his gaze. The man had cold, expressionless eyes. If looks could kill, he would have many victims. The singer sang the last lyrics of the song, and the music slowly faded out. Frederick let go of my hand as he clapped. When he was about to take my hand, someone else did it first. “One dance is enough. My wife is tired,” Sinclair threatened.

The urge to grip her tiny neck and press down on it until she choked on her spit filled him, but he couldn't. He was fucking frozen! Even if he weren't frozen, she'd use one of her fucking spells to give him a blinding headache. "You should reward me later." She said and gripped his shoulder for support as she stood on tip toes. "Unfriza."(Unfreeze.) Trevor gasped as the invisible ice around him dissolved. "How about a thank you?" Kira said as she followed him while he tried to gather his things. Ignoring her question, Trevor glanced around him. "Let's get out of here before they unfreeze; we don't have enough time."

But Jack's visage was grim as he regarded me somberly. "Apologies for disturbing your rest, Commander. But our scouts just reported back that Lord Frost has been ransacking the countryside searching for Lena these past weeks." I shot upright, grip reflexively tightening on my bedsheets. "Frost is tracking her? Does he know she is here?" Once Jack shook his head, I relaxed marginally. "Well, he will never think to look amongst his enemies. Lena is safe enough." "True, but the man seems crazed with desperation," Jack warned gravely. "Who knows what ends he will resort to? You must convince Lena to renounce him fully, and soon, before he causes more havoc."

"This is not simple frost. This is witchcraft." "How would you know?" Lukas muttered from the floor, still rubbing his throat after what had happened earlier. "Because I read, Lukas, not just growl," I shot back without looking at him. "There was a record in my mother’s library about the northern clans, Rowan. The curse called Frozen Breath. If you use fire against it, you only speed it up. The flesh will crack from the heat." I knelt beside the sentry. My hands trembled, but I took a deep breath.

I froze. “What?”

"Give me one more chance, even if it's just to stay by your side and make it right," Neal said bitterly. His plea was cut short by a cold gun barrel. Kirk stepped out of the shadows, aiming at Neal's forehead. "This isn't the Winters Mansion," Kirk warned. "You don't get to make a scene here. One more step, and the bullet won't care who you are." Neal froze, the light in his eyes fading. Liam grabbed his arm. "Let's go."

One move from her and they were already scattered and spiralling everywhere. She didn’t even look up until she bumped into someone. The latter was rock solid because although Liora was the one who bumped into him, she was the one who was sent metres backwards. She staggered and then raised her head, a familiar face greeting her. Tall. Sharp jawline. Brilliant, Dangerous, Ruthless and a foe. Damien Frost. CEO of Frost Corporation. The Frosts and The Morgans’ were mortal enemies since she could remember. The story was old and ancient and she could barely remember it but she knew that they hated each other in both private and public but sometimes managed to keep up appearances in public.