Jack Frost Books Novels & Stories

“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.”

JACKSON'S POV Frost got all bundled up in my extra jacket even though he didn’t necessarily need it—and then, we head out into the cold morning. The coffee shop was warm and smelt like cinnamon and espresso, a welcome contrast to the biting cold outside. Frost gravitated immediately to the window seat, pressing his palm against the glass and watching the condensation form around his fingers. “You do that a lot,” I smiled as I set down our drinks—black coffee for me and a hot chocolate for him because he had never tried it before.

Then she turned on her heels and left, still giggling. I loved to listen to her laughter, but it left a dull ache in my heart. I started ripping off the gift wraps just to keep myself distracted. But it didn’t help much. My mind kept veering to the best day of my life, my wedding day. I still found it difficult to believe that Eva could do such a thing. I felt something moist in my hand, and I dropped it with a scream. Looking down, I found a book that appeared to have a cover made of real fur. A note had slid out of the book due to the fall.

“I’d skate with you Silas.” He smiles, “That’s really sweet of you Milo .” I smiled back. "Well..” Rowan interrupts. “Hate to break it to you Mill but Jasper is a professional figure skater. Aren't you Jas?" He smirks at Jasper. "I am?" Jasper asked curiously with his brows creasing together as he stopped himself from typing on his phone. “I don’t skate Rowan. If you’re forgetting, I am bad with shoes that has wheels.” All of us know Jasper don't skate and would never try to skate. He can't even balance himself well on roller blades, what more if it’s on ice.

Various theories have the library being built there by aliens, by a civilization ten thousand years old, or by a race of vampires. Caitlin let the book fall from her lap, her mouth open in shock, and it landed with a thump on the floor. She sat straight up, feeling a jolt. She suddenly felt wide awake, as if she had just lost all sense of time and place. She picked the book up again, her throat dry, and read the words again and again, desperately, like a castaway starving for water.

She could hear her blood pulsating fast by her pounding heart as if it would explode any second now. “I saw the red door shut close earlier. SHOW yourself!” the old man said. Larice stopped after reaching far enough, opened the book, and searched again. Sweat dripping onto the yellowed pages, she scanned faster with the words scrambling in her head. Seconds after and she thought she read a familiar word … so she went back … And then she gasped. “Glacia!” Her eyes widened as she found it on the list of contents. She quickly flipped through the pages until she arrived at the exact place in the exact year.

I was late morning when Tristan entered the room pulling my head of the book, I looked at him in slight amazement. “We have the conference call in twenty minutes.” He greeted stepping into the room as I looked up. “What?” He asked and I held up the book. “Tristan, this book.” I stated not really knowing how to explain it. “It’s a novel, just a story that I found in the library, but it’s based on a family of werewolves, the two daughters, twins, were born with a special gift, they could produce fire and ice.” I uttered and watched as his brows rose. “They later became joint alphas of the their pack. Do you think this could be the story of the alpha twins that we were looking for?”

One move from her and they were already scattered and spiralling everywhere. She didn’t even look up until she bumped into someone. The latter was rock solid because although Liora was the one who bumped into him, she was the one who was sent metres backwards. She staggered and then raised her head, a familiar face greeting her. Tall. Sharp jawline. Brilliant, Dangerous, Ruthless and a foe. Damien Frost. CEO of Frost Corporation. The Frosts and The Morgans’ were mortal enemies since she could remember. The story was old and ancient and she could barely remember it but she knew that they hated each other in both private and public but sometimes managed to keep up appearances in public.

Hopefully he remembers the ice once his shock wears off. "Where's papa going?" the little girl whimpers. "He's going to bring ice to help make your wrist feel better," I tell her as I sit next to her on the bed. "May I examine your wrist, little mistress?" Eurydice nods her head and hisses a small protest of pain when I gently take the wrist. Fractured. I hold on to her arm; I ask, "Can you rotate your hand?" The little girl is struggling, and she's grunting in pain when she makes the slightest movement. "It hurts too much, Jessa," she moans.