Jack Frost Myth Novels & Stories

No one witnessed the cruelty that Frost had to experience, only the moon. When Frost was locked inside the dark room. Frost was so scared. She was only 5 years old at that time. But when she saw a glimpse of the light that was coming from a small window of that dark room. She suddenly found hope. She, without delay, went directly to that small window. And there, she saw the dazzling moon in the sky. At that time, Frost was in awe. Her pair of clear eyes filled with admiration and a hint of childishness. She spent her time staring at the moon until it was no longer there.

"Where did you take her, Azrael?" "What? Theo, I don't—" "Did you hide her somewhere? Did you touch her?" Frost climbs up my arms, spreading toward him without my permission, and I don't stop it. "Did you kill her?" "I don't know what you're talking about!" Ice creeps over his boots, and his four true arms flicker into view in pure panic, two half-formed as they scrape uselessly against the cold locking his joints. "Theo—brother—I swear on the Moon Goddess, I don't know any human girl!"

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.

she retorted, speaking emphatically, letting the words sink in. "What?" The word slipped through my lips in absolute stun. My face was tightly squeezed. "It's not so new that you and Frost are... a thing. But they think you're being weakened by affection. Some believe you're being controlled by the mate bond. They're even saying worse about Frost, and that's the part you don't want to hear," "I want to hear it!" I completed her words immediately. I couldn't wait for her to take in a breath before demanding the rest of these... heart triggering rumours.

he said frustrated. I walked closer to Chris and blow on him. He didn’t move. “Why’d you freeze my boyfriend,” I butted in with a glare in Henry's direction. The two glanced at me. “Why didn’t you talk to Kelly, she got mistaken for a guy once,” Frost said pointing at me. I sighed. “Unfreeze him,” I said to Henry, grabbing Frost's hand and pulling her away. “I think we should tell Chris,” I said in the moment. Frost’s eyes widened and she raised her brow. “You want to tell the towns bad boy that his step father and brother is a vampire and that the girl he is dating is a werewolf,” Frost said suddenly making sense.

If Frost’s leader met with the King of Hades, he would have to greet him respectfully. Frost trembled in fear. “Ahh!!!” During the time he was shocked, the last member of his team died by Myst’s hand. “Please spare me!” Frost fell to his knees and hurriedly said, “I didn’t know it was you! I just took on Jaxon Chandler’s request! He said that you were just a normal martial artist who’s a little more skilled than some common fighter. We didn’t know that you were the King of Hades!”

"So stop fantasizing about my girlfriend , it's really making me mad.. she's mine so find another prey" "Bro..... I didn't.." "It's okay... Just stop it, now let's continue with our game" Jire kept on staring at Jace and Ashley. He couldn't believe he was fantasizing about his guy's babe. Omo if it was Jace on a bad day , Jire would have gone to his room with a purple eye. He silently thanked God for keeping Jace happy today.

"Not until you understand that the man who rejected you seven years ago doesn't exist anymore. And not until you give me the chance to prove it." As Raven turned to walk away, her phone buzzed with a message from an unknown number. A video file, timestamp showing it was taken that morning. When she opened it with trembling hands, she watched footage of herself in her apartment—sleeping, unaware, completely vulnerable. Multiple camera angles. Professional equipment. The video's final frame showed a message in white text: "Come to the Cascade Mountains. Come alone. Or I'll burn every connection you've ever made. —D"

“I think you’re wrong still. If I were of such a breed, I would have known this.” He shook his head as well. “No, whoever you are. The story of the Star Wolf is only a myth in the eyes of many, but their generations walk the earth today and we know it.” “That’s it. You’ve said it yourself. It’s only a myth so why believe in it?” “Would you lie that before you found us, there was a part of your mind that believed we didn’t exist?” Basically every goddamned person on the planet believed so and yet here we were. I couldn’t argue about that.

He stopped in front of me and gently tilted my chin up with calloused fingers—the same fingers that had once traced constellations on my bare skin, wiped away my tears, and held me through every storm. “I do know you,” he said, voice thick with grief. “That’s what makes this so ugly. That’s why I want to rip my own chest open.” He pulled a small glass vial from his pocket. Frost immediately formed on the glass, crawling across it like something alive. Waves of icy cold radiated from it, turning my breath into visible steam. “This is Mercy Frost,” he explained quietly. “From the northern springs. One drink and you’ll forget the accusations. You’ll forget the blood on your hands. You’ll forget