Killer Frost Comics Novels & Stories

I cried, hurling another freezing wind through the battlefield. But my legs gave out, and this time I fell. The last wolf lunged for me—one with bone-white fur and glowing green eyes. Time seemed to slow. Rhett intercepted mid-air, tackling the creature in a bone-crunching slam. They rolled, clawing and biting, but Rhett came out on top, crushing its skull beneath his jaws. And then it was quiet. Only the sound of our heavy breaths, the distant cracking of ice, and the fading hum of corrupted energy.

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.

The frost instantly creeps up my own forearms, leaving a web of numbing, crystalline ice over my skin that completely suffocates my pulse. The council room shatters into a landscape of panicked movement. "Coral!" Clyde is out of his seat before the ice can touch my wrists. His massive, broad-shouldered frame slams into my space, his heavy, bronze hands grabbing my forearms. The dark, liquid musk of his shadow-energy rolls off his skin in a violent surge, his furnace-heat working frantically to melt the silver frost casing my skin. His golden eyes are wide, fractured with a sudden, primitive terror I have never seen in him before.

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

Kaelor kicked through a drift, his claws finding purchase on the slick stone of the Frozen Caves. The entrance swallowed them. The wind died into a low, predatory moan. The dark inside was thick, smelling of wet fur and a hundred years of rot. Kaelor collapsed onto a flat ledge, carefully sliding Aradaa from his shoulders. "Is he still with us?" Kaerith gasped, her silver light guttering like a dying candle. "He's freezing from the inside out," Kaelor growled. He ripped his leather vest open, baring his chest. "Aradaa, get in here. Right now."

Jeff hisses amid clenched teeth. “I'm so sorry brother. I didn't mean to hurt you. I've always been envious of you!” George defends himself. “Is that why you tried to kill me? What if I ended up dead?” “You didn't die bro. You're a fi...” “Cut the crap fool. Give me back my identity card...now!” He pulls out his wallet and throws it to Jeff who in turn throws it to Ben. Jasper is busy perusing through some files and presents them before George.

he walked past him and spoke, “kill him.” Shadowhunter chuckled. “Another blood spilled from the shadows.” The gust of wind blasted inside the cave along with yellow waters from the falls, shaking the entire place. “What—” Shadowhunter’s voice snapped before he was gone from Arth’s back. Frostcalibur traveled with the powerful wind, arriving at the hand of its rightful wielder. Arth gripped the hilt of the freezing sword, suddenly releasing blue strings of alar that danced and circled him. “Glacies Materia …” Arth spoke as he turned around to face the demons.

The Frost Wolf seemed to sense that Fane would be trouble and did not want to drag on the fight too. It threw his icy blue head and howled toward the silent sky as if calling for its pack. This made Fane chuckle on the inside. Then the Frost Wolf charged toward him again. A dazzling icy blue light burst out from the center of the wolf's eyebrows, and four six-sided ice crystals shot toward Fane at an extremely fast speed. The speed of the Frost Wolf’s attack seemed to have increased tenfold.

Collins gritted. “How will I know which video he is crying about when we made a lot of videos? Have you forgotten? You enjoyed watching the bitches choke while we got our hands dirty and you'd watch sitting over there acting like the boss. We fed a lot of bitches crack but we didn't kill any of them until someone decided to be a bastard. Hahahaha why? Now that you are getting married, you trying to be clean huh, Bastard.” As Collins made to grab Zach again, Hunter held him back.

she says with a grin. “Thanks,” I murmur, taking a grateful sip. The warmth seeps through my gloves, and I allow myself a moment to enjoy it. Before I can comment on the sheer number of decorations, the low hum of a car engine draws my attention. A sleek, silver car pulls up, and out steps Sebastian Frost. Of course, he looks effortlessly dashing, his dark coat and scarf a perfect contrast to the wintry backdrop. My stomach does a little flip. Calm down, Selina.