Jack Frost Persona Plush Novels & Stories

My brain is just as confident about his cold personality as it is about my own territory laws. Franklin Sterling POV "Thank you for granting our team the use of this ancient fortress, Master Jupiter," I say, stepping out of the stone dressing room after wiping the makeup from my skin. I am wearing nothing but a plain white cotton shirt and a pair of faded wildland denim trousers. Usually, those light, pale fabrics make a wolf's frame look thick and heavy, but the denim clings tightly to my lean waist and accentuates my long legs in a way that makes the surrounding guards gawk silently.

Her nails dug into her palms once more, blood beading beneath her flawless skin. Her wolf stirred inside her, cold and vicious. She must fall. Lilith’s lips curved into a smile as sharp as glass. If whispers were not enough, she would sharpen them into blades. Stormfang would not accept a human Luna. Not while she lived.

This time it was a different voice—female, older, carrying the particular cadence of someone used to managing complicated situations. "Dr. Sterling." Not a question. "I'm Elara. I represent the Starborn Council. We need to discuss what you actually are." Raven's grip on the phone tightened. "I'm human." "You're not," Elara replied calmly. "You're a dormant Starborn who's been suppressing her consciousness for seven years. And the man currently dying outside your location is an alpha who bonded with you before you fully suppressed your identity. Which means his survival depends on your cooperation whether you like it or not."

"So you have the scepter, I assume." "And I intend to keep it, so don't try and play me into a corner," Jinx warned, though he wasn't sure it was the best idea to talk back to a god. But White-furred Frog reminded him so much of his brother, it was hard not to verbally spar with him. "It has your dice, dumbass. Hand it over." Frog tapped his white-furred paw on the table. "Again, that's only if you don't want my lovelies." Intarsia-looking-like-Doll batted his pretty eyelashes at Jinx.

Dried completely I dressed myself. “I will give you happiness,” Frost asserted, and I smiled at him. “Are there female Frost warriors?” I inquired. Shaking his head slowly he said with a playful smile, “You can be the first but you will have to fight and win Boris.” Cooking my eyebrow I asked curiously who Boris was. Frost climbed out of the river chuckling. After he dressed he leaned his face before mine and I could see the stubble on his chin. “Boris is my pet polar bear,” he said and I snorted while I laughed but then paused.

He doesn’t run the second largest pack in the country for nothing, the man is built like a submarine. Third was Brayton Cliff, probably the most studious and logical of the five. He’s less ruled by a dark need for more power than the others, and can turn the tides of any ruling. Fourth is Jaspar Fox, an enigma clad in tight leather, silver piercings, and cerulean eyes that would bring any woman to her knee’s. It’s rumored that Jaspar Fox had a bad upbringing, and was sold to some rogues as a toddler. He has scars all over his body, but no one has the gall to ask what happened.

"A few 'Random Acts of Kindness' from the 'Subject 01' character will bring him right back up." I watched, paralyzed, as my father was approached by one of the Investors—a being that looked like a tower of glass gears. The gear-being reached out and touched my father’s head. "The 'Aris Vance' template. Classic. Very nostalgic. I’ll take a dozen of these for my private '1990s' sim-room. How much for the 'Original' soul-data?" "For you? A discount," Marcus smiled. "He's not for sale!" I screamed, struggling to stand. I looked at the "Source-Born" orb—the one integrated with Jax—hovering in the sky. "Jax! Help us! Burn them!"

“Oh yeah. The Presleys aren’t the strongest in Riverbank but I heard they are close with the Frosts of the West State. They are united by marriage. “One of their young ones, Jet Frost, came to Riverbank to expand his business a long time ago and managed to start an empire with his bare hands. He is also one of the Riverbank Seven. I also heard from Zenika that Jet is close to Luis. “Are you afraid, Kaze?” Rose widened her eyes and looked at Kaze in a teasing manner. Kaze looked at her and tapped her forehead again. Rose covered her forehead and pouted. “Fine! I know you’re not scared! Why did you hit me again?”

“Oh yes I did Jackson Hayes!” Frost peered over my shoulder at who it was and I felt his body relax when he saw that it was only Maya. I had noticed since he had that pull yesterday, he has been unusually jumpy. I couldn’t blame him though. I looked back at Maya who then gasped dramatically. “Oh my God,” she said, pressing a hand to her chest. “He’s cute. Like… unfairly cute.” I rolled my eyes. “Behave.” “I am behaving,” she said sweetly, then leaned closer to Frost. “You ready for your first fireworks festival?”

The wind howled through the narrow, snow-choked streets of Snowridge, as if warning anyone who dared to venture out into the deadly storm. Asha Frostheart, her face partially hidden beneath a fur-lined cloak, moved swiftly through the thick snowfall, her white wolf companion, Ghost, at her side. The blizzard's icy bite pierced through her layers of clothing, but her focus remained unbroken.