Human Jack Frost Novels & Stories

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.

I got up, feeling the extra weight of my frustration making my movements slow and careful. "You're not fine. You're vibrating," John said, his eyes narrowing. He leaned against the squat rack, his expression shifting from annoyed to suspicious. "It’s about that janitor, isn't it? The kid from the locker room." The mention of him made something in me snap. It wasn't a clean break; it was a complete breakdown of the walls I had built for years to stay focused on the ice. "His name is Toby," I growled. John’s eyebrows shot up. "Toby? You even got his name? Alan, listen to me. That kid’s weird. He’s a ghost. He stays alone for a reason. Don’t get involved."

Jack Horner says from the executive dining suite as Kitty closes the heavy door. "Hello, Mr. Jack," Goldie Lockhart says, and his jaw drops down. Jack Horner used to look very tired and messy. He was overweight, he never shaved his face enough, and he always needed a hair trimmer. He looked like an old retired soldier who did not care. But now, he looks like a powerful alpha capo!

I’m not falling into another boy’s orbit just to crash and burn. I’m halfway down the hall when something clatters against the floor in front of me. A puck. It spins lazily, wobbling until it rests at my toes. My head snaps up. Down the hall, Jax leans casually against the lockers, one hand still raised from the throw. His eyes gleam, sharp and unflinching. “Think about it, Hart.” His voice is low, rough, and way too steady. “I don’t waste my time on losers.”

One student in thick glasses said when Olga and Xavier are already out of their sight. "Don't worry kids, even scums get their time in sun. People like those two kids, and their friends, and everyone who only stand by and watch as they tear through people's emotions will have a debt to pay. Remember, karma is always just around the corner." The janitor, Mr. Robert Swanson said.

"I...I just sensed it. He looks a bit different. Jack never crops his hair short." Flint nodded, but I knew the wheels were turning in his head and he wasn't believing a word I was saying, "I'm not sure how you came to this bizarre conclusion, Miss Frazer but I can assure you that the man we have in the asylum is, in fact, Jackson Wolfe. You're either trying to put us on a wrong trail or repeating the words Jackson drilled into you. I must admit, the twin brother troupe is so fucking outlandish, pardon the curse word. I find it more hilarious than the Kevin Hart movie I watched with my wife the other day." "Why is it so hard to believe this?"

“I am real, Milo. I am very, very real.” “No, you’re in my dream. You’re just a woman I made up,” the wolf growled low and deep and the throbbing in his wrist intensified. “What more must Destroyer and I have to do to convince you that we are real?” “Destroyer? What the hell kind of name is ‘destroyer’? That has got to be something I made up,” he argued, even as he readjusted her so that he pulled her coat back a little, revealing a thick embroidered bodice and pushed up breasts that, even when blue with cold, pulled at his attention. He licked his lips. Because of the cold.

answered Jack curtly. I burst out laughing. I was fooled by this damn bullshit. Xiao Hyun Ki, or I can call him Hyun Ki Leonardo. He has been deceived, I have been deceived because of Jack!!! There's a part of me that hates this, but there's another part that makes me smile with relief. Because it turns out that the man I thought was loved by Aphrodite turned out to be just a fiction. "Aphrodite doesn't know about this, and even she doesn't know about your curse!" I snapped at him. "Jack? What's wrong with you? Don't joke with me, you're not like the one I know." "Why not? Do you think I'm a good person? Or are you a better person than me, ask yourself! You're not that different from

a Fang whispered, horrified. "No," Jack corrected, his voice a low growl. "They're just people. Plugged in." The first puppet lunged, swinging a two-foot-long industrial wrench with a force that could crush a skull. A Fang operative met the attack with a blast from his sonic stunner. The puppet staggered back, but its arm, though smoking, kept swinging. It felt no pain. It had no self-preservation. It was a machine made of flesh.

Jaxter, after a moment of hesitation, finally gave a reluctant nod. Hayle proceeded to inspect Ice’s body carefully. Despite the tense atmosphere, she focused on ensuring that there were no signs of the distinctive mark that would identify Ice as a member of the Golden Circle. Hayle, though slightly uncomfortable, noticed the impressive physique of Ice, which only reaffirmed Jacob’s high regard for her. She was meticulous in her examination, hoping to clear the air and relieve the tension.