Frozen Courage Novels & Stories

As long as someone took it away, they would be freed from its effects. “Come to me!” Alex slammed his palm onto the marrow without hesitation. The ice crystal marrow flew right into his ring. Ten minutes later, the frozen people were slowly regaining body heat, and they showed signs of spiritual power within them. Then, with the sound of cracking ice, everyone survived. Nora was the first to jump out. “Oh my god! It’s cold as heck! Alex, warm me up right now! I can’t take it anymore!” The woman ran boldly toward Alex, reaching her hands into his clothes.

They turned into solid, glittering arches of blue crystal. The frost spread instantly. It covered Arthur and Elena Miller. It covered Catherine’s parents. It didn't kill them; it locked them. The withering of their skin stopped. Their terrified expressions were preserved in a layer of diamond-hard ice. Their heartbeats slowed to one beat per hour. They were safe. Suspended in a moment of dying, but not dead. But the frost didn't stop there. It crawled up Catherine’s legs. It turned her combat boots white. It turned her tactical pants into brittle sculptures. It climbed her torso.

Then everything froze. Literally. Ice exploded through the corridor. Walls. Floor. Ceiling. Everything. The temperature plummeted. The rogues stopped moving. Unable to breathe. Unable to think. Unable to escape. A terrifying silence followed. Then— A voice. Cold. Deadly. Familiar. “Touch her again.” The words echoed like a death sentence. The rogues slowly turned. And immediately regretted it. Froz White Fang stood at the end of the corridor. Blue eyes glowing.

Their eyes were closed and a peculiar feeling of devastation began to run, like a thousand streams, into his chest, at the thought that they might be dead. “No!” he shouted as he fell to his knees. The woman’s lime green eyes cracked open and the thin layer of ice around her face cracked, but then froze again. He exhaled in relief and reached out to wipe away the tiny crystals already accruing on her lashes. “God, you’re cold,” he exclaimed, bringing his hands over her frigid cheeks.

Communicating: alive, engaged, buying time, probably going to die but fighting anyway. She tried to reach back. Kade severed it before full contact. But not before she sensed his message: survive, fight, don't look back. Two alphas, both severing connections to protect her. Both willing to die to buy her time. Raven got up and moved to the library. If she had seventy hours, she was using them to understand everything Darius hid from her. Everything her family died protecting. She started reading. At hour thirty-two, Elara found her. "You need to stop. You'll destroy your consciousness at this pace."

Elara POV Some secrets destroy people slowly, and the worst part is that you keep convincing yourself that silence is mercy. The clearing had become unbearable to stand in. Wolves argued in low voices across the battlefield while fear spread through the pack openly now. Some stood behind Jacob. Others looked toward Korran with desperate uncertainty. Nobody trusted each other fully anymore. And in the center of it all stood Faye. Frozen. The silver echo around her kept flickering dangerously while the child remained held tightly against her chest. Every pulse of light made the wolves more afraid.

“An enemy won’t care about that.” I stayed silent. Adrian stepped closer, voice lower now. “Corbin’s wolves will exploit every weakness you have, Freya. Mercy. Hesitation. Fear. They’ll use it against you.” His eyes locked onto mine. “You cannot freeze just because someone looks vulnerable.” “I know that.” “Then prove it.” The challenge in his voice sparked something stubborn inside me. “Fine,” I snapped. “You want me to stop holding back? Then stop treating me like I’ll break.”

I felt their loyalty, their fear, their hope, all merging into a single, unstoppable rhythm. From within the fortress, Corin’s resistance moved silently. The Council had thought themselves untouchable, but Corin’s secret maneuvers had already weakened their hold, opening gates, disabling patrols, and signaling to us the safest points of entry. His courage, quiet but resolute, was a mirror to every choice we’d made, every sacrifice, every act of trust, every silent oath to protect one another.

Persephone growled, burning one of them. “Seems like this, dammit.” Zen hissed, his arm was already injured but he barely managed to save himself. “You guys go ahead. I will deal with it. Take Tristan away before he loses his mind again.” Freya said, holding her sword firmly, licking her lips in electrification. Near death experiences made her excited. She stabbed her sword in the nothingless, casting a spell, “Frozen!” Ice began to emerge from the ground, freezing the barghest surrounding them. Persephone used her flames to stop the ice from reaching them as they continued to run towards the other side.

“It’s freezing …” Looking down, her firm grip had expanded her frost on the skin of the child’s arm. It’s coming again—the curse. She quickly let go, spun around, and bolted away from the campfire. Her boots left traces of white, crystal frost on the ground; every step froze the soil, rocks, and roots she ran on. She couldn’t control it. She could never control the curse every time her fear took over her. Larice hid behind one of the elm trees and leaned her back on the dark trunk, her breath bursting in and out of her mouth. She swept a hand across her face to get rid of the tears mixed with her sweat. Every experience felt awful for her.