Human Jack Frost นิยาย & เรื่องราว

However, the camera was focused on the four criminals, so they could not see the host at all. As the voice got closer, the appearance of the person became clearer and clearer. Adolf and the others could not help but suck in a breath of cold air. This time, Jack used the skin of the Devil Butcher, Strength 10. Looking at the rotting flesh on his face, especially that sinister and terrifying face with sharp teeth, Adolf and the other three immediately broke out in a cold sweat. Jack glanced at them coldly then placed the cage on the ground, and they heard a sound from the inside.

he observed. "Shall we wait for Alexander to arrive so he can assist you?" Melo sneered but Mell their another friend chose to ignore him. He slammed the jackhammer he was carrying into the tombstone so hard it began to crack, the surface spider-webbing like shattered glass. He repeated the process for about three times until the surface of the tombstone turned into shards of pieces. He kicked at the pile of debris before his feet, revealing the hidden door. The group behind him smiled as they finally saw the secret hidden door beneath the city. The White Wolf's Clan carefully kept this alternative door for years but now, it had come to an end.

HR and Director reached to a place, pointing their guns towards a group of wolf who was howling, facing towards moon up in the sky. Jack's memory flashed back everything that had happened in his last birth.He could now saw the same situation,which was his last day of his parents. Jack attacked on HR and teared him with his pointed nails.When he got completely injured and he laid on the ground,Jack attacked on Director too.He pierced him into pieces.HR anyhow stood up and pointed his gun towards Jack but Jack escaped from his bullet and attacked him fiercely,teared him everywhere and killed him too. Jack went to the group and started howling with them.After that,they went back.

“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."

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."

I gasped, stepping back. The largest wolf shifted, its body shrinking and changing until a tall man with long, silver hair stood before me. He wore a leather jacket with the Resistance symbol on the back, but his eyes were pure, animal yellow. "My name is Logan Frost," the man said. He wiped silver blood from his mouth and looked at the monitor. "And we’re the ones the Board forgot to delete. We’re the rejected mates of the Hive, Hazel. And we’re here for our revenge." He reached out a hand, but he wasn't looking at me. He was looking at the gold heart pinned to my shirt.

Then the distance turned sharp. Now he barely looked at me. When he did, it was with that blank hockey-player stare, like I was just another face in the crowd he skated past. I turned the corner toward the library — my safe zone during lunch — and nearly collided with a broad chest wrapped in a letterman jacket. Strong hands caught my elbows to steady me. The scent hit first: clean sweat, mint gum, and something colder, like ice from the rink. Jax. Up close he looked even taller than on the ice. Dark hair still damp from morning practice, jaw tight, eyes the kind of blue that used to make me feel seen. Today they flicked over me quickly — recognition, then something unreadable.