Killer Frost Comics Novels & Stories

he said. From the treeline, figures emerged — not hunters, not wolves. Something else entirely. Their bodies were wrapped in dark ash-colored cloaks, faces hidden behind bone masks carved into snarling shapes. Each carried a weapon — not guns or crossbows, but spears tipped with that same faint green glow. Roman cursed under his breath. “Frostborn.” I’d never heard the name, but my gut told me they were worse than hunters. Kael’s attention flicked from them to me, then to the road. “We’re not doing this now,” he said, voice low. Then, faster than my eyes could follow, he turned and vanished into the shadows.

Frost began to rapidly climb up Marcus's arms, locking his joints in place. "Boss!" Marcus grunted, his teeth gritted in agony as his armor began to freeze solid. "It's eating the momentum! I can't push back!" "If it wants to eat, feed it something it can't digest!" Katherine yelled. She slid gracefully across the frozen terrace, moving to flank the towering entity. She raised her customized void-sniper rifle, aiming directly for the Conductor’s knee joint. She didn't fire an explosive round; she fired a concentrated anti-matter slug designed to shatter absolute zero by introducing aggressive thermal volatility.

I see the wolves are starting to advance towards us. I take a deep breath and look at my ice again. As I focus on the snowflake that forms in front of me it shimmers. Then, in a flash of white light, the ice melts and the snowflakes form again. I watch in amazement as the snowflakes dance around me for awhile, and then, as though being pulled by a magnet, start heading towards Starkev's army of wolves. melting some on their way. I lift my head and send another burst of ice shards flying towards them, freezing them where they stood except Starkev and the cloaked man. I raise my hands once more and the icy shards turn into spikes, sending them flying towards the men. In less than a few seconds

My heart felt like it leaped in my chest when the sound of shattered glass was heard again; in the darkness, I got off the bed and put on my sleeping coat. "I will kill you if you touch her!" Nick's threat made me slow down my steps, my heart pounding hard as I opened the bedroom door. Nick stood with his back to me, his body tense, wearing only his pajama pants. But a strong killing aura emanated from his body, making the fine hairs on my body stand on end. He clenched his fists tightly, and my breath caught as I saw the shards of glass and fresh blood flowing from the palm of his hand.

Bianca asked. "This is a skull." As soon as Frost's voice fell, Bianca trembled suddenly, unable to help but shiver, her breathing becoming rapid. Seeing this, Frost hugged her and stroked her long hair, comforting her in a low voice. Under Frost's comfort, Bianca gradually calmed down. But her tearful eyes were red and swollen, and her tears and snot had dirtied Frost's shirt. "Thank you!" Frost suddenly said. "Thank me for what?" Bianca looked apologetically at Frost's shirt, knowing that it must be expensive and custom-made, with the bottom embroidered with a floral letter "L".

Frost didn't bother looking at the owner of the voice, as he had his fingers buried in his cat's fur. “We sold the house already sir, but I…I brought this back with me..” the red-haired man stuttered slightly in his words, with his head bowed a little. A large box, with the head of a stuffed animal popping out. Still in his crouching height, his cold silver grey which could remind of a foggy sky, glanced back, piercing into the red-haired soul, making the man standing steps away from him almost drop the box in his hand. Frost's look softened, seeing the stuffed animal in the box “Kiara.” His brow creased slightly, different emotions and memories following through his body and mind.

He shifts mid-roll, his wolf form easier to maneuver. But Frost adjusts instantly. Ice forms around his hands, extending into massive claws. He swipes at Connor's wolf, nearly catching him. Connor darts around, looking for openings. He's faster than the champion, but every attack he tries slides off the ice armor harmlessly. "You'll have to do better than that, little wolf," Frost rumbles. His voice sounds like glaciers breaking. Connor shifts back to human, needing hands for what he plans. He feints left, then goes right, getting inside Frost's guard. His fist connects with the armor—

“This portal is not asking permission.” The widening pulse shot across the room like a tidal wave of cold. The wolves screamed again and ducked behind various pieces of furniture that offered no real protection. Lucian ducked under the table. “Why is it getting bigger? Why is it getting so much bigger? What is coming next? Another stag. A frost bear. A frost dragon. A frost baby.” “There are no frost babies,” I said. “Are you sure,” he asked. “No,” I admitted. Marek pressed closer to me. “What does it want now?”

I lay in bed staring at the ceiling, knowing sleep wouldn't come easily because tomorrow I returned to real life; campus, classes, work. Just as I was finally drifting off, I heard a sound from the living room, a low pained groan that made my blood run cold and I rushed out to find Frost on the floor, convulsing, his eyes blazing pure gold. "Frost!" I dropped to my knees beside him. His body was changing, his hands becoming clawed, his teeth sharpening. His skin shimmered. "Jackson," Frost gasped, his voice distorted and terrified, "get away, I can't, I can't control—"

The frostbound turned sharply toward the tower. “They’re breaking through,” they said simply. The frost wall exploded inward a heartbeat later, shards of ice spinning through the courtyard like glass knives. The first creature’s bulk burst through the gap, chains flailing. The second followed, its armor glowing with heat against the snow. The frostbound moved faster than seemed possible. Their cloak flared, and in the same motion they drew a weapon, half-spear, half-blade, its edge rimed with frost. The ground beneath their boots froze solid, spiderweb cracks of ice racing outward.