Human Jack Frost Novels & Stories

Jack sat back on the bar stool. His eyes were big. He ran his hands through his brown hair. Did he hear Mr. Gibson correctly? He was Henry Kingsley? No! He was Jack. He's always been Jack. This was impossible! Mr. Gibson must be wrong. He must have him confused with someone else. "Mr. Gibson, I'm sorry, but you must be mistaken. My name is Jack. I grew up at Old George Orphanage. I'm no Kingsley descendant, I'm sure of it."

I’m about to pour a glass of wine when I feel Harrison’s hand at the small of my back. “You look like you’re already thinking about what’s going to happen next,” he says, voice pitched low, amused. “I’ve been thinking about it since this morning,” I murmur. That was when Jack changed a diaper one-handed while shirtless and sipping coffee, muttering about how he deserved a medal. The man has three Celtic tattoos, two of them vaguely threatening, and somehow still managed to look like a dad pinup from a calendar no one’s brave enough to print. And he wasn’t even trying.

“ I shouldn’t have come here at all . “ said Luna annoyed as she sat down the guest chair of Jack’s office with the head on the table . “ Don’t be discouraged . You are holding out pretty well . “ said Jack with a nervous smile , trying to motivate her . “ How can anyone be so so….so…… “ said Luna annoyed . “ So fussy ? “ said Jack . “ So picky about everything just like a little child . Even a brat is more reasonable than that jerk . “ said Luna . “ ….He isn’t that bad . “ said Jack . “ Seriously ? He isn’t that bad ? Tell me then . How can a normal human feel the temperature of the coffee if the times is extended even by thirty seconds . Just how ? Let alone when it is about his water . Wh

I was startled awake by a sudden chill. Winter's frost iced my chambers, and Jokul Frosti was keeping quarters by the burnt out hearth, ice Jotun that Jokul was. I banished the sprite Jokul with a bit of runefire from my fingertips, and he danced out with a holler and hoot. I suddenly felt as cold as the river of knives, Nastrond, where the Damned were felled and rotted eternally.

I slowly turned to Henry. "Thank you," I said sincerely. He shrugged. "We have more important problems at hand," he said walking around the table. My attention was immediately brought to a petrified Frost. I rushed to her side. I wrapped my arms around her awkwardly. Frosty was melting. She suddenly shook off my hold. "And why should we trust you, Kal," she said with poison on her tongue . I flinched away. Frosty was back. Henry chuckled.

She’s never been chosen before, not by her real parents, or her adoptive ones, her unlucky streaks with relationships and friendships has molded her mind that she was simply not made to be chosen by anyone. Until winter came early or rather a disgruntled and curious immortal.. Something inhuman walks through her door. And he calls himself Jack Frost! Jack is cold in ways that have nothing to do with the weather, he’s beautiful in a way that feels deliberate, ancient, ethereal and patient in a way that feels dangerous. He watches her like he’s been waiting, like she’s something he’s already chosen and he doesn’t ask permission to come closer. He smells like snowfall and silence, looks like so

But how could a faulty freezer, left unused for years, still be capable of freezing a living, breathing Luna, who was a warrior with top-tier combat ability, to death? As the discussions raged on, another revelation surfaced. Someone claimed that Kenneth had done this for the woman he loved, that he had frozen me to death just to make room for his true beloved. Kenneth was furious as he read through the online posts. He snapped pictures of the accounts and the slanderous comments, sending them all to his secretary. "I hope you're not the one stirring up trouble behind my back!" His secretary only replied with an exasperated emoji and said nothing else.

I kept looking at JP, waiting for him to introduce his friend when I realized that they hadn't met there at the club, as I had first assumed. " Vivi, this is Jack. He is Brazilian but has lived and worked in New York for some years now. We are arranging our next meeting there in the city that never sleeps.” " Nice to meet you, Jack. Too bad we're already leaving," I said politely, but without really paying attention. I was quite anxious to leave and right after greeting Jack, we said goodbye to JP's friend and headed toward the table where the rest of the class was. The girls had returned to our table when we left the bathroom, while I was looking for João Pedro.

*CLANG. The sound of metal on light vibrated through the air. I opened my eyes to see Jack the Noir Man standing in front of me. He was tiny compared to the Sentry, a black-and-white smudge in a world of neon color, but he was holding his grayscale revolver sideways, blocking the blade with a shield of solidified ink. "I’ve lived in the trash for fifty years, kid!" Jack yelled, his voice crackling with static. "I’m not letting some glorified office-supply giant delete the only interesting thing to happen to this server since 1998!"

I looked at the source of that voice and saw a group of students blocking the hallway. One of them smirked and said “You are still her mate?” Laughter erupted in the hallway, I ignored them and kept walking. That only made them louder. One of them said “Maybe Cross will let you watch next time.” My fist tightened so hard my nails cut into my palm. I stopped walking. The hallway suddenly became quiet but before I could move, another voice cut through the tension “Move.” It was cold and dangerous. Hearing it, everyone froze instantly. I looked at the person and saw Aiden Cross walking down the hallway wearing his hockey jacket loosely over his shoulders.