Human Jack Frost Novels & Stories

“You barely know me, Jackson. You don’t even know my real name—” “Your real name is Frost because that’s what you chose!” He was shouting now, his hands gesturing wildly. “And I know you better than I’ve known anyone in my entire life! I know that you cry during sad movies but pretend you’re not. I know that you organize things when you’re stressed. I know that you hate the taste of coffee but you drink it anyway because you think it makes you seem more human. I know—” “It doesn’t matter what you know!” I cut him off, my own voice rising. “Because at the end of the day, I’m not human. I’m not part of your world. And asking you to die trying to become part of mine is just insane!”

ink shouts holding his hands, while dumping himself on the sofa, Anthony nods sending me a quick wink before leaving the house. "Just go about your normal night Freya, I'm not here" ink burps, turning the tv on just laying back in his seat, yeah he's definitely not here.

“You and killing people. Respect your child’s memory by just disappearing. That’s the reason I’m sparing your life. Would it be nice to kill your daughter and you? I wouldn’t live with myself.” Hunter didn’t answer but the muscles in his face tightened. With that, he disappeared as quickly as he appeared. “Now Ludo,” Mr. Hamuumbu turned to face Ludo. “Get my wheelchair.” Ludo did as told. Mr. Hamuumbu sat on it. “Now scream and I hope your acting skills are great. We are about to have a show,” he smiled. He sat on the wheelchair and placed the gun in his jacket. Ludo hesitated.

This time it was a different voice—female, older, carrying the particular cadence of someone used to managing complicated situations. "Dr. Sterling." Not a question. "I'm Elara. I represent the Starborn Council. We need to discuss what you actually are." Raven's grip on the phone tightened. "I'm human." "You're not," Elara replied calmly. "You're a dormant Starborn who's been suppressing her consciousness for seven years. And the man currently dying outside your location is an alpha who bonded with you before you fully suppressed your identity. Which means his survival depends on your cooperation whether you like it or not."

"What was his name, Casey?" Tears spilled over her lashes and trailed down her cheeks. And for the first time she was able to admit that she was no longer his captive. Even if he opened the bars to her cage, she wouldn't run. First of all, there was no way off this damn mountain without a helicopter license and second of all she was falling deeply in love with the only human being that seemed capable of understanding her cracked heart. "I called him Jack," she whispered, then a slow, sad grin spread across her face. "After Jack Skellington from the Nightmare Before Christmas. My favourite movie of all time."

His voice was as clear as water, yet it vibrated deep within my soul setting flames to everything it touched. "But I am not a Hybrid. I am human," I cried out but he simply smirked, sending another wave of fear into me. My hands were still shaking but I hid them. "W— who are you?" "Frost, Ethan Frost. Son of Edgar Frost, Alpha of Ravensclaw pack." “The Frosts!” I gasped as cold wrapped around me in a tight clutch— Even babies knew what that name meant from birth. Power and danger! No wonder Newman and her friends ran!

I couldn't help getting anxious as I defended myself, saying, "It's September, and he set the AC to 50°F. That's not something a normal person would do, okay?" As soon as I said that, Keith shot me a vicious glare. "I've said before that I'm not an ordinary person. I'm the Holy Son of Frost from the heavens. If the room gets warm, I'll melt." I stared at Yara. "You don't actually believe him, do you?"

"But Tobias, if you are not ready, we find a different role. I am not forcing anyone into positions they cannot handle." After giving it some thought, he slowly nodded. "I'll make an effort. But I must be able to tell you if it gets to be too much without feeling like I let you down." "Always. It is now part of the protocol to communicate. No one suffers in silence." The first new arrival under the expansion came three days later. A girl named Frost, seventeen, whose ice powers had awakened during a winter storm. Before her pack caught her, she had frozen the water supply of an entire hamlet in an attempt to prevent a flood, almost killing people from dehydration.

"All I need is just a small draw of the spinal fluid. It won't hurt you. It won't harm you in any way." Frost laughed. The sound was wrong. In all the years I'd known him, I'd never heard Frost laugh. It sounded strange coming from his throat. "There's no way I'd believe anything that comes out of your mouth." I brought my face down into my palms, frustrated beyond measure. This couldn't be happening. I was so close. Decades of research, years of planning, careful manipulation and sacrifice—all of it leading to this moment. I looked at Hilda, who stared at me cautiously. She was barely developed compared to Frost. Her transformation was incomplete, her abilities still coming out. It was only

The heavy iron doors groaned as they were pushed open, not by a hand, but by a localized blizzard. A man walked in, his armor made of translucent, blue ice that never melted. He was tall, his skin the color of a winter sky, and his eyes were two frozen sapphires that held no warmth. He didn't bow to Killian. He didn't even acknowledge the warriors who stood with their hands on their blades. "Alpha Killian Blackwood," the man said, his voice sounding like ice cracking on a lake. "I am Haden, the First Claw of the Frostbite Kingdom. My King, Ragnar the Eternal, sends his... curiosity."