Human Jack Frost Novels & Stories

Sebastian asked. "He was Subject Zero," Jack tapped the photo. "He was a local. A trapper. One day he went out hunting and never came back." "Six months later, he returned. Changed." "He couldn't feel cold. He could lift a snowmobile with one hand. But he... he was hungry. Always hungry." Sebastian felt a chill that had nothing to do with the temperature. Hungry. Just like him. "He lost his mind," Jack whispered. "He attacked my mother. I was ten years old. I had to... I had to put him down." Jack’s hand drifted to the hunting knife at his belt. "I buried him out back. Under the ice."

Jack walked up to his desk and immediately turned on his computer. After entering his password and fingerprint, the computer did not start up as usual, but instead went black. He furrowed his brows, feeling a sense of foreboding. Just as he was about to shut down and restart the computer, several animated characters suddenly appeared on the screen. Richard sometimes watched cartoons, and Jack had seen them occasionally when he visited his old home. He recognized the characters as Peppa Pig and her family.

' jack was far more dumbfounded than his face was giving credit for . In the guild hall he got his card and decided to take a job to kill some minor demons that seem to resemble fantasy goblins but from the little bit of his memories he knew that those things where just what are called lowly beings that line wherever there's concentrated energy but still .'no...hell no...goblins for real?...God what the hell do you think this is funny or something?' Jack just took the paper from her and sighed "hah im off give me 30 mins and I'll be back more or less "

I was scared of becoming his partner, scared of not being good enough as I was younger and less capable. He never made me feel that way. He helped me through everything and on our last night, he saved me from getting any scars when a passing wolf thought we were an easy target. Safe to say, nobody ever tried to think of us as that. “Hey, Frost.” I said to him and he quickly turned back to face me. He really is like a real-life Jack Frost with his now shortened silver-white hair and icy blue eyes. “Yes, Akari?” He grinned at me.

“It is very beautiful. A firebird egg. I always knew that your spirit was strong. I can feel your soul in the egg, so full of potential. You will be the kindest goddess of all.” “And you will be the crankiest Father Frost the world has ever known.” Morozko laughed. “There is already a Father Frost. It is Jack Frost in English, technically. Like that awful Soviet film. There is already a Big Frost and he is Ded Moroz.”

Catching my reflection in the mirror, I noticed my eyes were swollen, prompting me to ask Pearly for some ice to lessen the swelling. Once refreshed, I changed into fresh clothes and went to consult with the Lotus Pack's funeral director, a blind man named Jack Newton. Jack, a half-blood werewolf and witch doctor, claimed he had sacrificed his sight to the Moon Goddess in exchange for the ability to see the lost souls of werewolves and guide them to the afterlife. His age was so advanced that no one could truly confirm if his stories were factual or merely folklore. I needed Jack's assistance to prepare five crystal coffins, a tradition for the Alpha's family in our pack.

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.

And I didn’t want to be part of that. I’ve worked too hard for my name. Too hard for my reputation. I’m not just some guy in that school. I’m building something. I’m becoming something. The number one hockey player. The one who will challenge Damon. That’s what I want people to see when they look at me. Not this. Not gossip. Not drama. Not this mess. “You are three minutes late for breakfast. And you are going to be late for school.” My aunt’s voice came from the kitchen.

He looked like he was sick. "I'm fine …" he whispered under his breath as his right hand reached the wall and gripped it. "Jay, are you okay… should I get your medication?" Mr Hendricks charged forward and held him close, ignoring his "I'm fine" I was shocked. I couldn't believe what I was watching. I was literally seeing a different Jay. The cold hardened man I saw at the nightclub had vanished, replaced with a totally different person. After a while, Jay steadied and stood straight again.

Jack mumbled. "He is not human, he is a hybrid Trasykian!" One of the bodyguards said. "What?" Jack was shocked, he had never seen kind hearted Trasykian... and now he received a great help from hybrid Trasykian. Hybrid Trasykian are known to be more cruel than Trasykian. They don't think twice before killing anyone and can be cold hearted hunters. 'I think they're going to create new history!' Jack smiled and followed behind the bodyguards who were set by Aarnik.