Heavy Sweetness Ash Like Frost Novels & Stories

“Barely. I think there’s still some flour in places it shouldn’t be.” He chuckles, his smile wide and genuine. “You were quite the sight, you know. Covered in flour, looking both adorable and ready to murder someone.” “Adorable?” I repeat, raising an eyebrow. “That’s a first.” “Oh, absolutely,” he replies, leaning casually against a post. “It was a masterpiece. A flour-dusted goddess in her natural habitat.” I shake my head, trying to suppress a grin. “You have a strange sense of humor, Frost.”

The crack blazed brighter than ever. For a long moment no one moved. The clearing was silent except for the hiss of the crack in the marker and the distant retreat of paws through underbrush. Mist drifted back in to fill the space where the pack had stood. Ava pulled herself upright against the stone. Her hands trembled. The silver glow had withdrawn into the token but left a faint shimmer under her skin, like moonlight trapped in her veins. She could still hear the echo of the whisper, softer now but insistent: Daughter of ash…

Ace called after us, “You got froyo without me?” “You’re literally here to get some,” Asher shot back. “That’s not the point! I was gonna buy you mint choco!” Asher stopped dead, turned, and said, horrified, “I hate mint chocolate.” Ace froze. “Wait…what?” “That shit is disgusting.” “Damn…” And then, of course, all three of them burst out laughing. Asher gave them each a quick fist bump before tugging me out the door again leaving me confused yet amused by their interaction.

Outside, the gravel shifted and crunched under the tires as the car moved forward, leaving small clouds of dust behind. Taking a careful sip, Ashera tasted the smoothie. It was smooth, sweet, and just slightly tart, the cold sliding down her throat and leaving a pleasant tingle. She hadn’t realized how thirsty she was, how the dryness had been hiding under the exhaustion of her training until this moment. The icy sweetness washed over her, soothing and strangely comforting, and she closed her eyes briefly to savor it. Opening them, she stared out of the window. Trees rushed past in a blur of green and gold, their leaves catching the sunlight in quick flashes, almost like they were waving at

Butter, caramelized sugar, and a hint of cinnamon drifted between us. “I brought cookies,” I sighed. Ash lifted his face. Red eyes, wet cheeks, a runny nose. A classic post-tantrum portrait. “Is there… choco chips?” His voice cracked at the end. My heart melted straight into my bones. “There are.” I held the plate out. Ash grabbed one without releasing his death grip on Zane’s neck, a terrifying display of multitasking, and bit into it with a soft crunch. His body loosened a little.

Asher is in control and I can do nothing but watch from the background as he does his best to cosy up with our mate. “Ew, wolf slime.” Faythe laughs softly as Asher licks up her neck; the taste of her explodes on his tongue and jealousy hits me. I know there is no difference between my wolf and me but I really wanted to be the one to taste her first. ‘Like honey, sweet and addictive.’ Asher whispers; he knows how much he’s taunting me and the feral bastard has no problems rubbing it in.

“It just smells like copper and wet earth, Beta Thorne.” “Focus past the decay, Luna,” Thorne’s voice dropped, demanding authority. “Separate the iron in the blood from the stone of the room. Find the lineage.” I took a slow breath letting Ash push toward the surface. Then I smelled it. A sharp, distinct scent cut through the dust—like pine needles and burnt cedar. “It’s... sharp. Cold. A northern mountain pack?” “House Frost-Peak. Sealed forty years ago,” Thorne countered, a small perceptible nod of approval tilting his chin. He slid another cylinder toward me. ‘Again.”

Honey, black pepper, dark chocolate. Something sweet with a sting in it. It seemed appropriate.

I sat in my wheelchair, staring at the snowflakes that had appeared in the sky without my noticing. I turned and called to Isaac, "Isaac, wheel me outside now so I can see the snow!" He grumbled that there was nothing special about snow, but his hands didn't slow down at all as he helped me get dressed. He bundled me up with a coat, scarf, and hat, then pushed me out the door. The biting wind scraped across my cheeks, icy and sharp. But the sun was also shining beautifully that day. It put me in a strangely good mood.