Frozen Hell Book Novels & Stories

The iron hatch groaned as Killian forced it open, revealing the inner sanctum of the Frostbite Citadel. Unlike the steaming vents below, this hall was a cathedral of absolute zero. The walls were made of compressed glacial ice, so clear that you could see the frozen corpses of Ragnar’s enemies trapped within the layers like prehistoric insects.

They are wearing black uniforms and a mask just like for bandits. A man wearing a black suit whispered a spell and one by one the corpse started to burn. The sound of burning corpses is loud just like the heartbeat of the children witnessed the brutality. Elise froze after seeing everything. She can't breathe. The air is suffocating and the pain in her heart is excruciating. She did not cry but once again, she was reminded. Why she hated the book “The Lazy Lucky Princess”. "Hell." That night terror begins. END OF CHAPTER 7…

Usually, the hellblade felt like an extension of my rage and gave me warmth, but now, I reached for something else. I reached for the cold void I had felt when I learned the truth about my mothers death. “Frost Bite!” I yelled. The red glow of the hellblade didn’t vanish, but it was suddenly encased in a layer of jagged, blue-white frost. The temperature in my immediate circle plummeted. My breath hitched as the cold bit into my hands, turning my fingers blue. “Manolya, your hands!” Pelin shouted. “I’ve got it! Just make him busy!”

The next day, they crossed into the Frost vault, the heart of the tundra, where no sun had ever touched. It was a place of myth: a glacier so massive it bent the sky, layered in runes that pulsed like veins. The entrance yawned open like a frozen cathedral, columns of ice and starlight stretching into darkness. The air shimmered with eldritch cold. Jaxon muttered, “I’ve fought demons, gods, and corrupted alphas. This? This feels worse.” Elizabeth’s voice was steady. “Because it’s older.” They stepped inside. Immediately, the temperature dropped. Their breath froze in the air. Sound dampened. Even the flame dimmed.

"You beg so easily. Pathetic. But I can smell your desire—your cock weeps for me, your hole hungers." With a casual flick of his arm, the world around us tore apart. The apartment vanished in a swirl of shadows, replaced by a vast, frozen cavern deep in some underworld realm. Jagged ice walls sparkled with embedded crystals, and snowflakes danced in the air without falling. In the center loomed an altar—a massive slab of black ice shaped like a crude bed, with glowing red runes carved into its surface. Chains hung from iron rings embedded in the ice, waiting.

The pages of the book started turning fast, and after a while it immediately stopped somewhere towards the end. I still couldn't decipher the words on its pages and I didn't know what it said. But what I could see was a lot of writing with a huge space in the middle shaped like a thumb. I knew exactly what to do. "Forest?" I said reaching out with one hand to my dog and then putting my hand on it's fur and holding on I nipped my other thumb with my teeth until a little blood appeared, then immediately placed it on the space. The breach was fast and quick, I blinked and realised that we were there. We were in hell.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN: Saphielle's POV: ‘ENOUGH!!’ The growl didn't sound human, it was out of the ordinary. Somewhere between man and beast. The hall was deathly quiet, and it felt eerily cold too, like the presence of my savior had evoked such a chilling atmosphere. I was still on the floor, clutching my ripped sweater vest with trembling, sweaty palms. My heart wouldn't slow down and I could feel a trickle of blood soaking up my tattered pantyhose from where Rosita's heels had stabbed into my flesh.

Each person controls a world leader, running the underworld and carefully maintaining the balance needed in such a world filled with human greed, death and destruction— willingly ready to be seen as the devils. Zayn Hellfire was not a Devil. He was Hell itself. “Tea, Don?” Giana places the cup in front of me, her milky gray eyes staring at me even though many cannot do the same. For she is blind. I don’t bother to give a response but she doesn’t wait for one as she places the cup and saucer down on the table. It’s Darjeeling tea, one of Eve’s favorites, but now I am no longer sure if she ever liked it.

"That's a serious crime! You'll go to prison! "Security! Call the police! Grab this crazy woman!" "I'm not afraid of prison!" I screamed so hard my voice sounded like something crawling out of hell itself. "If my mother dies, I'll drag every single one of you down with her!" Bang! I swung the fire extinguisher and smashed it hard against the bulletproof glass. The deafening impact shook the entire lobby. The glass did not shatter, but white cracks spread across the surface. Carmen screamed and crouched down with her hands over her head, trembling uncontrollably.

I was late morning when Tristan entered the room pulling my head of the book, I looked at him in slight amazement. “We have the conference call in twenty minutes.” He greeted stepping into the room as I looked up. “What?” He asked and I held up the book. “Tristan, this book.” I stated not really knowing how to explain it. “It’s a novel, just a story that I found in the library, but it’s based on a family of werewolves, the two daughters, twins, were born with a special gift, they could produce fire and ice.” I uttered and watched as his brows rose. “They later became joint alphas of the their pack. Do you think this could be the story of the alpha twins that we were looking for?”