Killer Frost Comics Novels & Stories

"First I thought it was just the caretaker you employed. Now there's that white-haired guy. Frost. Being around him feels like standing in a fucking freezer." I rubbed at the back of my neck, still sore from tension that never seemed to leave. “Oh yeah, she told me you had her do your biddings.” I chuckled. “That’s crazy” "Both Hilda and Frost connected to Catherine somehow. Both of them Wolf Hunters. I don't even know what that means, not really. Just that they shouldn't exist." I laughed without humor. "Makes her untouchable in ways I'm still figuring out." I stood up and walked to the window. Gray clouds hung heavy, the first spatters of rain hitting glass.

The resonance of Celine’s laughter still vibrated in the stones of the Great Plaza long after the black mist had dissipated. The Frost-Guard stood like statues, their silver spears lowered, their breath hitching in the frozen air. Beside me, Killian’s human form was trembling, not from the cold, but from a suppressed, primal rage that threatened to snap his control.

He cared less about the people that had been carried away by the mighty flood that Frost had created. “What the heck are you doing?” Minrad snapped at Frost when he landed and got off the bird. His appearance was admittedly shocking. He was completely bald and his clothes were blood stained. “Ash is no longer lord, get out of here.” Minrad waved as if that was all it took to get Frost to leave. Frost wasted no time in arguing. He attacked with frozen balls from his fists, something Minrad had no idea he possessed. He was fast enough to dodge it thanks to his senses as lord.

You think I'm stupid? ''Kilfrost is the vilest of all the vampire Hordes. Other vampires tremble at the mention of Luther's name. He is ruthless and has waged war on all werewolves. He has stopped at nothing to diminish our species. This pack and maybe ten more are the only ones that he hasn't got to yet. We have to be accepting refugees year-round because of him and his foot soldiers." Christian replied, to change the subject. Jessie tried to remember if she had any terrible memories of Kilfrost, and the only one she got was of that day. She didn't even remember a Luther.

She quickly took her arm off his hold, crawled back away from him, then hugged her knees. Estevan winced, shivering. “The cold’s killing me.” His palm and his fingers were pale and blue, covered by a layer of white frost. “Come here, quick,” Raeherys reached out to hold the chronicler’s hands. The burning heat of his touch was enough to slowly melt the frost. Water dripped down as white mist flew up. “I’m … I’m sorry,” Larice held her pounding chest, “I can’t do it … I … I can’t …”

Then blackness. Shit. I finally come to the realization that I was taken. I test my body for injury, but find only old scars and working limbs. I feel no pain, but I cannot escape the icy bite of the marble. I look around for my bag and I find it thrown in a corner of the tomb I have found myself in. I remove the clothes and dress myself in layers. I warm myself enough to stop shaking and I find myself fatigued from my shivers.

Colt Three months later... I LAZILY draped my arm around Iris’ shoulder as our group drove through the endless wide road. It was a beautiful day. We thought we could have a little adventure as we were headed to one of the Frost mansions. The sky was clear and the sun was striking hot, yet nobody cared. “How much longer to your place?” Lois asked. “A few more hours.” He looked and smiled tightly at her at the passenger seat. Frost finally found peace when we found his father’s group last month and we got information that Mr. Hugo Frost did not make it.

§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§ The mist obscured her view, but she could sense coldness in the dark eyes. She hadn’t expected that she would fall off the tree so easily and slide into the spring, nor did she expect that someone would be in the spring… The man in the spring concealed his surprise, looking at the boy sticking his head out of the water and staring at him in the mist. “What? You want to join me?” Lucas asked, his voice low and even.

Chad asked. “Nightshade aren’t like that.” Jo lied. “Our Trinity isn’t our reason for living, like it is for your packs.” Brody laughed. “We are just glad there are still are Nightshade left.” Jo looked at the ground to avoid Chad’s eyes. He often wondered if Chad had believed that no one else knew it was him, not Winter Wolf that ordered the hunt and execution of the Nightshade? “The sentiment is touching. I never knew the Nightshade were capable of such emotion.” Chad smiled.

Celeste asked, still shaking from internal cold. “Wulfrick found you earlier enough before you could pass away. That region of the forest was the ice land that turned people into frost. But you were able to surpress the cold due to your will to live," Hila explained, impressed that Celeste had fought through to be alive. Just then, Eva burst into the clinic eyes bursting with tears as she rushed to Celeste's side. “Oh my goddess, I am so sorry I didn't know you were missing for hours. I was so scared when brother brought you back in frost. I am so thankful to the moon goddess," she cried, holding Celeste's cold hands.