Killer Frost Comics Novels & Stories

"But Tobias, if you are not ready, we find a different role. I am not forcing anyone into positions they cannot handle." After giving it some thought, he slowly nodded. "I'll make an effort. But I must be able to tell you if it gets to be too much without feeling like I let you down." "Always. It is now part of the protocol to communicate. No one suffers in silence." The first new arrival under the expansion came three days later. A girl named Frost, seventeen, whose ice powers had awakened during a winter storm. Before her pack caught her, she had frozen the water supply of an entire hamlet in an attempt to prevent a flood, almost killing people from dehydration.

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.

"They're here. The ones the Veil *couldn't* swallow." The heart stirs, uneasy. *"Turn back. This place is a *crypt*."* Too late. The gates scream open. --- The citadel's belly is a cathedral of frost and forgotten war. Frozen soldiers line the halls, their faces preserved in snarls, weapons clutched in hands blue with death. Their banners hang tattered-a wolf skull eclipsed by a glacial crown. The Frostbound Choir. A voice slices the silence, sharp as an ice floe. *"Stormbearer. You bring rot to our sanctum."*

"Bury your face." She froze under my weight, instantly obeying. All around the chapel sanctuary, the elite wolves of the Ironfang Consortium were howling in sheer panic, scattering toward the exits only to get cut down by the whistling iron cross-bolts raining from the high windows. Blood sprayed across the torn ceremonial tapestries, turning the pristine silver-leaf decorations into a crimson slaughterhouse within seconds. The scent of burning sage was entirely replaced by the copper stench of fresh death.

In their iron arms, heavy, integrated frost cannons buzzed, those who lighted up in the cold violet. “Kryo Guardians!” Logan shouted and took a step back, his kinetic torch flickered nervous. “Your shots immediately take away from the atoms any Move! When they meet you, your blood solidifies in a fraction of a second!" The guards did not hesitate. The frost cannons lighted up. “Jada, behind me!” Cael cried. He threw himself in front of me, pulled his heavy gun up and fired a salve

"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.

Seraphina shouted back, her hands snapping outward. ​A massive, crescent-shaped wave of pure, diamond-white frost erupted from her palms, slamming into a line of ten corrupted wolves who were attempting to flank Kaelor’s vanguard. The moment her magic touched them, the black veins on their bodies shattered like glass, their minds freed from the Defiler's thrall as they collapsed into the slush, gasping for clean air. ​"By the stars," a frost-guard warrior breathed, watching the fallen enemies regain their natural, human forms. "She didn't slay them... she cured them!"