Frozen Courage Novels & Stories

She finishes. By the end of her long adorable speech I find myself smiling because no matter what happened, Snow was the only one I trusted never to hurt ,ignore or leave me. "Thanks Snow. I really needed that." I say honestly. "Anything for my human half." Snow says and I start walking towards home. I take Snows advice and I walk with my chin up, my head held high and I make each step with pride. Who knew wolves could be smarter than their human halfs? ______________________________________________

"I wish I had possessed a quarter of your bravery, but my heart was cold and I couldn't speak to her anymore." She crouched down, her gaze fixed. “Sienna, courage is not about fear. Close up. When you're afraid, courage is the best medicine for overcoming fear. That has been your practice on numerous occasions. Don't forget it." I swallowed deeply with the thoughts of her. Sunlight filtered through the cafe's expansive windows, catching the light in her black hair. Sitting beside someone who really knew where she was going, and somehow that gave me a sense of security. The court.

Firm and familiar. I froze.

Coward. The fourth challenger shifts into his wolf, a medium-sized grey and black wolf. I immediately shift into my giant, black wolf. The challenger took a step back after seeing my wolf up close. I could sense he didn’t want to die. He isn’t fighting by choice. I decide to pounce on him, and I go for his neck. I sink my teeth in, but I don’t rip his throat apart. I slice into him and stop before I do permanent damage. His wolf passed out and I dragged his body over to Aurelian and Lucas.

Fear is a reaction. Courage is a decision. — Winston Churchill. CAMELLIA I couldn’t breathe, but stopping wasn’t an option. Pain clawed up my leg, but I forced it down—better broken bones than chains. If he was tracking me, he’d find blood and sweat easy enough. Scent was the only thing I could fight. My fingers clawed through the wet earth, re-smearing it up my arms, across my throat, into my hairline until I was nothing but a shadow wrapped in mud.

I step forward with Clay keeping a strong hold of me offering support, these people have suffered. They are malnourished and dirty, the children look wild eyed and scared, how can anyone do this to their own people. I can see how proud they are, my heart hurts for them and a strange sense of responsibility to them falls over me like a heavy weight, almost as suffocating as their hope I can feel coming off them as if it is visible. “Stand, please!” I say in a loud calm voice, my wolf stands tall in my mind, shaking out her fur and accepting her responsibility to these people.

The wind howled through the narrow, snow-choked streets of Snowridge, as if warning anyone who dared to venture out into the deadly storm. Asha Frostheart, her face partially hidden beneath a fur-lined cloak, moved swiftly through the thick snowfall, her white wolf companion, Ghost, at her side. The blizzard's icy bite pierced through her layers of clothing, but her focus remained unbroken.

After one particularly heated argument, she went out and got the tattoo. When I found her, I broke down crying. She hadn't used any anesthesia. Although her face had gone pale from the pain, her eyes shone brightly. She'd touched my face and said proudly, "No one is ever taking you away from me." Back then, I'd naively believed that was what everlasting love felt like. That was why, years later, when another man sent me photos of himself kissing that same tattoo, something inside me had simply broken. I couldn't feel sadness or heartbreak.

The crowd listened, utterly captivated by the raw strength in the Alpha's words. "You didn't just survive Stephen's cowardice, Alcort," Zyan declared, lifting his chin toward the boy. "You conquered it. And for that, you have earned the absolute respect of the Frost Pack." For a split second, the clearing was dead silent. And then, it completely erupted.

Ludo’s finger was on delete shaking. “Don’t press that button.” Ludo heard the voice nearer. Ludo slowly turned her head to see who it was. The footsteps got even more closer. “You!” Ludo yelled. “What? The sick girl?” The voice said, surprised. “Don’t kill me,” Ludo’s voice sunk as she slowly fell on her bed fainting. "Sh*t!", Hunter cussed.