Jack Frost Myth Novels & Stories

"Betty's evidence is indeed done professionally, with great thought, and very perfect, with photos to prove it, ordinary people wouldn't be able to spot any flaws - but I'm not an ordinary person! You see, the time, place, and people all perfectly match up, because, in these pieces of evidence, Dr. Frost is indeed in the same scene as Bianca's father, after all, her father was an engineer for the Aurora group, although the two never knew each other. But here's the flaw! Dr. Frost, do you remember your only medical mishap?" Frost frowned, this was his "super private matter". When he was in medical school, he once saved a girl who fell off a cliff while hiking, and unexpectedly, that girl fell

"Come on, then, bastard. If you've got the guts, show up. Let's see who dies first." Truth be told, the Frostfall had loosened Cyrus. With no public decorum or social niceties to worry about, he didn't have to give face to anyone. It felt liberating. Meanwhile, Jack seethed to the point of explosion. Back inside his apartment, with what little warmth the AC could still provide, sensation crept back into his body. Pain roared in his leg as he gritted his teeth. If he moved now, it would have to be on crutches.

"Not breaching it. It stays as long as my people have what you have." "You wouldn't dare." I issued a warning and turned to leave the council hall. “Have you heard about the Frostborn lingering in the east?” I came to an abrupt stop. “If that is true, then we will all be dead.” Frostborn! “Frostborn never existed in the first place,” I said with no ounce of belief in me. It was just a myth. Stories we grew up hearing. “What if…” I shut the door behind me. He was probably saying that to distract me from what was at hand.

I couldn't help getting anxious as I defended myself, saying, "It's September, and he set the AC to 50°F. That's not something a normal person would do, okay?" As soon as I said that, Keith shot me a vicious glare. "I've said before that I'm not an ordinary person. I'm the Holy Son of Frost from the heavens. If the room gets warm, I'll melt." I stared at Yara. "You don't actually believe him, do you?"

Jamima asked, scared, thinking maybe he is here with the motive of drinking her blood again. "Wait, what? You know me?" asked Frost in shock, "Shit, I got it, that Adrien must have told you something about me but believe me I'm not a bad person as you can see through my handsome face," said Frost, confidently showing off himself in front of Jamima. Jamima made a cringe face at his childish act and opened her mouth, "First stop bragging about yourself because it is useless and secondly, he told me nothing about you but I guess your memory is kinda weak, no?"

Jason obviously would not forget the original perpetrator of this ordeal. Jason rushed to the Frost Family after leaving the medical center. The members of the Frost Family had witnessed the most unbelievable scene they had ever seen in their lives. Even as a martial artists, what they saw defied all expectations. Jason levitated in the air, and his massive palm had descended. Then, he directly grabbed Elder Frost with the shadow of his palm. “Senior, spare me. I do not know how our family has offended you. Please let me know what made you so angry,” Elder Frost yelled out, pleading.

“Do you think the Ice Alpha is nearby?” “Moon Goddess help us.” Sam almost laughed. The man wasn’t even present and people were terrified. That was impressive. Or concerning. Maybe both. While eating dinner, she overheard several travelers discussing Froz. Naturally, she listened. “He froze an entire battlefield.” One man whispered. Another nodded. “My cousin saw it.” “No way.” “I swear.” A third leaned forward. “I heard he killed twenty rogues by himself.” Sam nearly spit out her drink. Twenty? That sounded impossible.

Frost like his name imply, he was ice cold, but the frosty appearance he gave wasn't him, even though the real him was long gone, he never used to be like this. What made the cold monster, could be traced back to thirty years ago, the day his family was taken away from him, by some god-forsakened power driven people, both of his elder sisters Kiara and Mia, were raped to death, and his father and mother were found in the pool of their own blood, leaving Frost Grey wallowing in anger, hatred, for the people who had done that to his family.

“It’s more than that now. I don’t just feel watched—I feel like something’s changing. Inside me. Lora’s off. My body feels… weird. My dreams are turning into messages I don’t understand. And now this whole frost-touch thing? I don’t know who I am anymore, Jimmy. And I sure as hell don’t trust anyone in that pack house to tell me.” There was a long pause. “You trust me though, right?” he asked, quieter this time. I looked up. His brown eyes were softer than usual, all traces of sarcasm gone. “I do,” I said honestly. “That’s why I came here.” Jimmy nodded, the corner of his mouth twitching like he was holding back a grin. “Okay then. Operation: Find Becky’s Frosty Origins starts now.” “Please

She thought he had a good chance to come back but as she observed closely, she realized she was wrong. “But he’s calling relentlessly.” “Just turn the phone off. Jet Frost no longer has value. I don’t want to see him.” Katie would never agree to meet. “Who did the Frost family offend? Their downfall was so sudden and shocking—like a fast lane straight to their doom.” Joey was curious. She wondered if her boss knew. “They must have offended someone powerful. Once it happened, retaliation would be quiet but deadly. When they realized it, it would be too late already.