Killer Frost Comics Novels & Stories

Ludo’s finger was on delete shaking. “Don’t press that button.” Ludo heard the voice nearer. Ludo slowly turned her head to see who it was. The footsteps got even more closer. “You!” Ludo yelled. “What? The sick girl?” The voice said, surprised. “Don’t kill me,” Ludo’s voice sunk as she slowly fell on her bed fainting. "Sh*t!", Hunter cussed.

I chuckled at my own joke. He quickly opened the door and pulled me in. "Well, now that you're here, no need for masturbation anymore." I pushed the shopping bag into his chest. "I got you clothes. Now put them on before I report you for sexual harassment, chipmunk fucker." He smirked and grabbed the bag. "Spicy Gi is back. I like it." He quickly pulled out the shorts and slid them up his legs. Then he pulled out the t-shirt and held it away from him to look at it. "You got me a shirt that says, 'I don't need therapy. I just need to get F#ed in public by thirteen werewolves?'"

Frost shimmered along the edges of the injuries, blue white and unnatural, as if the flesh had been frozen rather than cut. "We cannot stop the bleeding!" Elias shouted, the pack’s chronicler, his hands shaking over the wounded man. "This is not natural cold. It freezes the blood in his veins before we can close the wounds." My Alpha’s fists clenched until his knuckles went white. I saw the muscles in his back tighten. He looked like a predator ready to strike, unable to see his enemy. "I have to help him," he growled, his voice deeper than any human sound. "I have to burn the frost out of him."

Her hands steadied, map glowing faintly, courage blooming, the hum a threat, walls looming. A howl tore through the ravine—metal screeching, frost cracking, shadows lunging from the pass, iron-clad wolves, ice-blue eyes blazing, claws glinting, led by Veyra, pale blonde braid flashing, ice-blue eyes wet, frost-gray furs swirling, iron scars glowing. “Your blood seals it, Lykos!” she snarled, Frost, her wolf, roaring, white and relentless, charging Sam, claws aimed at her heart.

"You got ten thousand credits. That is enough to buy Kairo the best training wraps in Blackthorn City and pay the rent so the mean landlord doesn't kick us into the gutter." But my wolf inside was howling, completely miserable. She didn't want the warlord's money. She wanted him to stay. She remembered how he looked at the 24-hour outpost, his wolfstorm silver eyes actually looking soft while he poured me hot chicory brew. He even smiled a tiny bit, showing a cute dimple under his midnight fang stubble. But the second we got back to the city, his face turned back into frozen stone. He shoved the money at me like I was just a boring tool for his packfront enterprise.

Kael catapulted to the second arm, his muscles trembled under the extreme cryogenic strain, but his iron will kept him upright. With a brutal He broke the hydraulic joint of the second stabilizer. But when he wanted to repel himself to the third and last arm, it happened. The cryogenic core, irritated by the loss of balance, hit a massive Shock wave from absolute zero. A gigantic lightning from liquid, violet ice hit Kaels left flank. The Commander died in the middle of the movement. The dark blue ice shot over his arm, his chest and his legs, fror him

"I am the Keeper of the South. I have watched you from afar. Your rise. Your struggles. Your victories." "Where are my scouts?" "They are safe. I have kept them as guests." She smiles, but there is no warmth in it. "I needed to bring you here. To speak with you." "Speak, then." "The southern territories are awakening. An ancient power stirs beneath the ice. A power that has been sleeping for centuries. It threatens to consume everything. Your kingdom. Your people. Your world." "What power?" "The Frost Wolf. A creature of ice and winter. It is the opposite of the Dark Wolf. Where the Dark Wolf is shadow, the Frost Wolf is cold. It seeks to freeze the world. To cover everything in ice."

Kind, in a jagged sort of way. Back at the sink, Val grabbed the spray nozzle to finish the task. The trigger stuck. A jet of freezing water exploded, soaking Val’s front. Finn barked a laugh. "Think it's funny?" Val growled. He wrestled the hose toward Finn and pulled the trigger. The ice-cold water hit Finn square in the chest. He let out a sharp yelp, jumping back. "Dammit, Val!" "That's for laughing at me." Finn ripped his soaked shirt over his head. Val’s breath hitched. Finn was a map of violence and beauty. Muscle rippling under bronze skin, covered in silver-white scars from skates and claws alike. Val felt his mouth go dry.

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.

Damn right! “Don’t tell me you don’t feel the same, Colt. I mean even just a teeny tiny changes of waves in your heartbeat when she calls you—” “No!” Well, that was fast. “Liar,” Frost muttered, still grinning. “Now who’s full of shit? Shove that to your ass because you can’t fool me when it’s clearer than the sky, Officer Snow,” he snickered. “Just shut up. You, yourself didn’t come from a romance novel,” Colt snickered back.