Killer Frost Comics Novels & Stories

“She’s a Dominican Ice Wolf.” Aleiscter’s mouth falls open. “What?” “Yes,” she whispers. “Long thought extinct. But there’s no mistake… only their kind can summon frost like that with raw emotion. That strength, that chill...it’s their birthright.” I blink slowly, as my heart beat faster. Dominican Ice Wolf? What the hell… am I? Granny never told me this. The Luna instantly begins saying words I don't understand again, and the frost halts mid-creep. The air stills. The pain recedes like a tide pulling away from the shore. I collapse on my knees, heaving loudly, my body trembling from the storm it just endured.

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.

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."

Standing in the center of the courtyard, surrounded by burning debris and the fallen forms of dozens of wild hunters, was a titan of frost. It stood twenty feet tall, a monstrous figure clad in thick plates of jagged, translucent blue ice that served as armor over a body made of black, compacted snow and ancient bedrock. Its broad face possessed no eyes, only a glowing crimson fissure that ran down its center, and in its massive right fist, it wielded a pillar of solid black ice wrapped in rusted iron chains. The Frost King.The prime apex of the forgotten horde, summoned from the deep glacier by Vespera's broken blood seal.

Astrid and Willa were taking care of the pack members while the others were in the hall. I made my way to the hall. The different foods were in silver dishes and placed on top of a long conference table for everyone to go dished themselves. We were eating, when I heard a mind-link from a night watcher at the pack boundary. "Frostborn already infiltrating the Southern borders and have killed a lot of people. " I puased from lifting the spoon to my mouth. "What did you say?" I asked again. "They have killed some werewolves. I heard they emit fire or something. You get burned into flames when they touch you. They are some witnesses, Alpha."

Before he can get up, Jeff get to him, raining kicks and blows at him. I know he's about to commit murder therefore I rush to him and hold him from behind. “Jeff please. Let him be. Handing him over to the cops will be enough.” I try to reason with him. Kate who has been wailing out loudly is already freaking out after Torres threatens to shut her mouth for her. Jeff eventually calms down and orders Torres to call his cop friends to arrest the three fraudsters. “It's great that you presented yourself here. Your husband, lawyer and yourself have a case to answer!”

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 dark light suddenly enveloped the cold blue light. The two of them clashed mid-air, and in just a moment, cracking sounds could be heard. The cold blue light had been shattered into pieces of snow. They were blown away by the wind as they fell to the ground. Fane's Destroying the Void did not lose a beat. After destroying the Soul Frost, it slashed right at Rufus. From the start, Rufus had never even thought that he would lose to the masked brat in front of him. He had thought that there was no way his Soul Frost could have been blocked.