Frozen Fic Novels & Stories

How on earth am I suppose to be mates with a rogue? Each step I take brings me closer to my reality. Andreas, my wolf kept urging to go faster. He has never been this agitated. I finally got there to see two kids with a baby. The girl was sleeping with her back turned towards me. I couldn’t get a whim of her scent. I opened the door to the cell and she immediately turn to look at me. “MATE!” We both said at the same time. “Get her out of that filthy place” Andreas yelled.

She closed her eyes, and when they opened again, she knew they now shone that pale silver blue. The Collector bent down and reached a bony, rotten hand toward her. Vanessa shot a hand out and wrapped it around his putrid ankle. Ice flowed through her fingertips, cementing his foot in place. The ice spread up his leg and Vanessa saw his milky, dead eyes go wide. He tried to pull away from her, but it was too late. The ice consumed him. He released one last strangled cry and the ice overtook his face, sealing him in a shimmering blue. His frozen expression was one of absolute terror, and it gave Vanessa a momentary feeling of satisfaction. She took advantage of the spare moment to ditch her el

"Lone, you pig, you dare to show up after all I did to you the first time you challenged me? I banished you and promised you death if you ever dared to return to my pack house. You had the guts to send your stupid rogue messengers over to me, what disrespect, and after all I said and did to them, you still dared to show your miserable face here. I have to admit I sincerely admire your courage, but it is useless now. Now I shall fulfill my promise. Say hello to the moongoddess for me." "Dieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee," he screamed as he bolted towards me in pure rage and fire in his eyes. I let out a loud laugh with a creepy smirk gracing my face at his complete display of foolishness. He dashe

Chapter Four: Home Ice The drive back to his apartment passed in a blur of red lights and clenched teeth. Jax kept the windows cracked, hoping the cold night air would cut through the fever haze. Instead, it only made the slick between his thighs feel colder, stickier. He shifted in the driver’s seat every few seconds, muttering curses under his breath as the leather creaked beneath him. His gear bag sat in the passenger seat like an accusation still reeking of the rink, still carrying faint traces of pine and smoke.

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.

I exhaled in irritation and scowled. “It would be nice if you shared your knowledge with those affected,” I mumbled but they both shook their heads. “We can't interfere with people's destiny, but can tell you that you would be the first female his highness can't freeze during intimacy.” Furrowing my brow I snorted rudely and growled, “Bullshit, Frost freezes all the women he has tried to bed and is a virgin of sorts?” Both witches gave me a stern scowl and in unison said, “Yes, that's what we are saying.”

The atmosphere was no longer just dark, but biting cold. In no time, the entire room was covered with ice, even on the ceiling of the room, there were ice stalactites with pointed ends. It's more like Fuschia moving an ice cave into the room. Fuschia fixed her gaze on the silhouetted figure. “I wonder, can I also freeze a shadow?” Fuschia threw a large wave of water at the dragon pillar sculpture, then she froze it. The silhouette disappeared, replaced with the appearance of a middle-aged man with a long white beard whose face Fuschia recognized.

Chapter 55: Frozen in Net The arena was still buzzing with disappointment as we skated off the ice. We had lost 3-2. My fault. One moment of frozen hesitation in the third period had cost us the game. When Callan took that heavy hit along the boards, the sharp, stabbing pain from his old injury had slammed through the link like a freight train. For one terrifying heartbeat, it felt like my own body was being crushed. My glove hand twitched. My knees locked. The puck slipped straight through the five-hole before I could react.

With a single word, these three men could send the entire city into a panic, yet in her presence, all their fierceness softened, as if they had melted completely. My soul slipped once more behind the frostbitten steel door. My body remained curled in the corner, twisted into a shape no living person should ever have to endure. My skin had taken on a ghastly blue-purple hue, while frost clung to my lashes and tangled through my hair. Still, it was my fingers that suffered most. I had clawed at the door until every nail bent or snapped, blood freezing into shards of dark red ice around my fingertips. What a wretched sight I had become.

“I guess no one has told you before, but Freya, you’re the most beautiful girl I know. You have a perfect heart-shaped face, the largest, softest brown eyes I’ve ever seen, and your inky-dark hair… It’s the kind of hair men write songs about. It’s just a pity we’re omegas, and so we’ll never find our fated mates. But I’m sure the man who ends up marrying you will cherish you forever—” “Well, on that note,” I started, “I think I’ve found my fated mate. Alpha Zac in our school and I have a mate bond. He invited me to the party tonight to announce our bond to the whole school—well, the whole of the students at the party, that is.” “The Blue Moon party?” Beth asked with envy but zero malice. “I’