Isabella Frost Novels & Stories

"Hi," I said timidly. She stood before me, tall, radiant, cloaked in fur as white as snow with eyes like garnets, glowing from within. My wolf. She was... like me. "I have been waiting for this moment," she said. Her voice was regal, calm, and ancient. "I am Alba, descendant of the goddess Kheimon, first of my kind. High Priestess of Winter." "Is that who we are?" I asked, my voice trembling with awe. "High Priestess of Winter?"

The nausea hit him instantly. Luke caught Cass’s elbow, his eyes full of concern. Cass took a shaky breath, nodding to let Luke know he wasn't going to collapse. Isabella was frantically scrolling through her own device. "It’s working? The plan is actually working? Oh, thank the ancestors." "What is she talking about?" Jax demanded. "Isabella," Luke said, his voice low. "You wrote 'The Frozen Alpha' just to destroy Brandon?"

My jaw locked so tight my teeth ground together as a sudden, bitter moisture blurred my vision. Every defensive barrier I had painstakingly reconstructed over my wolf core during the past suns collapsed into ash the moment that text locked into my sensors. Isabella Reed was dead. Her light had completely vanished from the territory. She had willingly surrendered her own lifeforce to ensure young Collins survived the frost. I had spent consecutive winter cycles burning my own resources to throw an absolute shield around her existence, and she had allowed a rogue medical team to treat her system like a common blood bank for a newborn cub.

Elena’s pregnancy trap would be compromised, and the social standing Isabella clung to so desperately would be completely eclipsed by a girl who used to drown in debt. ​No, Isabella thought, her teeth grinding together so loudly she was terrified they would hear her through the wood. No, I won't allow it. You think you can just march back into this city and take everything, you worthless bitch? ​Spinning on her heel, Isabella sprinted down the long, marble corridor, her heart slamming against her ribs as she pulled out her private cell phone, her thumb frantically dialing Elena Rossi’s encrypted line. ​The storm hadn't just arrived in America. Isabella King was about to ensure it became a ma

A little girl with long dark hair, standing in front of the Abram estate, a ribbon tied at her wrist. Isabella stared at it for so long I thought she had stopped breathing. Then she shoved it back across the table, her voice breaking. “Stop it! Stop trying to make me someone I’m not! I’m not her. I’m not Marisol Abram. I’m Isabella, and that’s all I can survive being.” Her shout echoed, shattering the fragile quiet. She pressed her hands to her temples, shaking her head as if she could erase the images, the words, the weight pressing down.

I heard a familiar voice, isn't that the voice of the Imposter I stood up dejected opening the door for her "I know i have a lot of explanation but i can't say it all tightt now, just know I'm Arabella, Isabel's twin" She rushed her words, she has tears stacked on her face and there was blood on her shirt, she was also wounded on her leg I remember Isabella mentioning about her keaving the clan with her sister, Arabella so why is she here But judging from her wound, ut seems she got hurt while running here

When it was time for our vows, Isabella took a deep, trembling breath. "Six years ago, I thought my life ended." Isabella began. "I thought the world was entirely dark. I ran, and I hid, and I built walls out of ice just to survive. But even in the absolute darkest moments, when I closed my eyes... I saw you. You were the only fire that ever kept me warm." A tear tracked down her cheek and I gently wiped it away with my thumb.

I whispered her name as my heart sank. According to Luke’s investigation, Isabelle had just returned from abroad and was about to have her mating ceremony with Bruno Sandall in half a month. The investigation result also said that Bruno had been hanging out with Isabelle’s stepsister Jasmine over the past year. So Isabelle ordered a call boy because she found out about Bruno and Jasmine? Throughout the morning, I’d been bothered these questions. And Isabella's pretty face kept surfacing in my mind. I couldn’t focus on the meeting at all.

She never mentioned a thing to me. He always treated his cousin like a little sister, so when her father went abroad, he took charge of her. She told him that her father swore her off and naturally, Edmund filed for her custody. That was about four years ago. ‘What else is Moira hiding? What if… No, that can’t be right.’ * * * Isabella tried to open her eyes, but she encountered an unexpected barrier, there was a blindfold covering them. Her hands were firmly tied around the chair she was sitting on, she struggled to break free, but it was in vain. Her body was shivering like a leaf, her mind registering the undeniable truth.

ISABELLA The next morning, after a day of relaxation and bonding, reality comes knocking. It's not the way I'd ever expected. I'm walking out of my class, adjusting the strap of my bag, when a woman in a charcoal grey blazer steps into my path. She isn't a student, and she carries the weary, authoritative air of someone who spends their days looking at transcripts and disciplinary files. "Isabella Jordans?" she asks. "Yes?" "I’m Dean Halloway. Please, come to my office. We have some discrepancies to discuss regarding your historical housing records."