Killer Frost Comics Novels & Stories

Personal space meant nothing to corpses. I muttered up at the ceiling, “Xavier, if you’re coming, make it fast. I’m running out of charming things to say.” The dead closest to me growled, an ugly, grinding noise. I kicked its shin for good measure. “What? Fight me properly or shut up.” It raised its clawed hand to swipe and froze. Literally froze. Crystals spread over its skin, jagged and sharp, locking joints, sealing air. Frost crackled across its torso in a burst of glittering white until the whole thing was a frozen statue.

A new interface—one written in shimmering draconic glyphs—overwrote the old wolf-tech OS. [PRIMARY_NODE: ONLINE] [GEOTHERMAL_ROUTING: 100%] [FIREWALL_INTEGRITY: REBUILDING...] "My god..." Martha whispered, her eyes welling with tears as she watched the jagged blue frost on the command center windows dissolve. The malicious virus of the Great Frost was being purged in real-time. Outside, in the howling waste of the blizzard, the Northern Alliance’s vanguard units watched in absolute horror. The Citadel, which was supposed to be a frozen graveyard by dawn, was now glowing on the horizon like a fallen star.

I didn't look back. In fact, I quickened my pace. All of a sudden, my crutch slipped, and I pitched forward, crashing to the floor. The burn on my arm started bleeding again. The fall was too hard. It felt as if something in my chest had shattered completely. I clenched my teeth, digging my fingernails into my palms, but the waterworks began despite myself. Growing up, I dreaded holidays the most. When I watched the warm light spill out of other people's windows and heard the laughter echoing from inside, envy hacked away at my flesh like a dull knife.

I heard a large splash follow me and swam to the surface in search of my mate. Feeling the temperature of the water cool more behind me I turned to see Frost surface. His long wet hair slicked back from the water made him look menacing and I giggled as I cupped his cheek. “Oh you are so warm,” he growled then quickly pulled me against himself. Steam rose around us, making me laugh. Trailing his finger on my sigil he said, “The one on your arm looks like a phoenix and the one on your chest is like a wolf.”

I lowered him gently against the base of the stone pillar, my hands instantly flying to his shredded shoulder armor. "Don't touch the frost..." Nikolai wheezed, his teeth chattering violently as his skin began to take on a terrifying blue tint. "The venom... it freezes the blood core..." He was right. The deep claw wounds across his chest and shoulder were actively smoking with an unnatural, glistening frost rime. The Frost Rime Stalkers were legendary in the deep rifts for a reason; their venom was a biological death sentence for normal werewolves, slowing their healing factors down to zero and freezing their internal organs within minutes. Even a True Alpha King like Nikolai couldn't fight

He reached into his backpack with a conspiratorial grin and pressed a freezing cold, condensation-covered can into my hands. "For you! Ice-cold sparkling water. Found it hidden in the back of the freezer downstairs." He winked. "Drink up. It will help with the heat." In a 140-degree wasteland, a cold soda was worth more than gold. "This is too generous. Thank you." "Don't mention it, Eliza." Just as I was about to pop the tab, a violent, terrifying chill shot up my spine, making the hairs on my arms stand up. I whipped my head around.

“She said that when the frost returned, old secrets would thaw. That past and present would bleed into each other. That someone would become the key to something much bigger than just wolf politics.” “So... I'm the ‘cold one?’” I asked, mouth dry. Candy winced. “Yeah, but we didn’t think it’d be this literal. I mean, come on—you froze a lamp.” “And someone's leg, and a window and a cup of lemon tea and a few other things." I said under my breath, not looking up. “Wow," Cassy said dryly as if not surprised and also surprised. Jimmy raised a finger. “Correction. She Elsa’d a lamp.”

Maki, unable to stand Kiran's arrogance, spoke contemptuously, trying to curry favor with Nakamura. Nakamura was about to speak when he saw a crystal coffin wheeled out from inside. Rain Frost, recognizing it as her father Blake Frost's body, trembled violently, nearly collapsing. Kiran York's eyes also held a complex expression, more out of respect for Blake Frost—this was a true hero. He supported Rain Frost as they walked over. The two stood by the carriage, looking through the crystal coffin at Blake's body preserved in formalin, covered in countless battle scars, with the most lethal being the cut across his throat.

Alex sneered. The next moment, he shot out an oversized Frost Arrow with a swish. It had directly come out of the ice layers and shot him right in the chest, unbeknownst to Julian. Although the Kylin Flame’s temperature was extremely high, it was unable to negate the Frost Arrow’s chill. Smack! The Frost Arrow exploded. Julian was stunned. The Frost Arrow had frozen his Kylin Flame, turning his entire body into ice. “Old bast*rd, are you still in a good mood now? Go to hell with your good mood then!”