Killer Frost Comics Novels & Stories

A supernova explosion 500,000 light-years away had triggered a global cataclysm, later called the Frostfall. Temperatures had plummeted. In Volaris City, where Cyrus lived, it reached -50 or -60°C daily, with blizzards burying the city under ice for over a month. In the north, temperatures dropped to -70°C or lower. The land froze, countless species vanished, and 95% of humanity died in the first wave. But here, in his apartment, it was warm. Normal. Cyrus staggered to the fridge, pulled out a bottle of water, and downed half in one go. The chilled liquid slid down his throat like nectar of the gods.

A desperate, terrible option. Because in twelve days, the apocalypse would begin. The temperature would drop to negative forty degrees. Power would fail. And in the chaos of a frozen world, people disappeared every day. Including hired killers. Including the Hart family. Maya picked up her phone with trembling hands and opened her notes app. She began typing, planning, calculating. If she couldn't beat them before the freeze, she would survive it. And in the aftermath, when civilization had crumbled and the old rules no longer applied, she would make every single person who had hurt her pay.

The iron hatch groaned as Killian forced it open, revealing the inner sanctum of the Frostbite Citadel. Unlike the steaming vents below, this hall was a cathedral of absolute zero. The walls were made of compressed glacial ice, so clear that you could see the frozen corpses of Ragnar’s enemies trapped within the layers like prehistoric insects.

“I am real, Milo. I am very, very real.” “No, you’re in my dream. You’re just a woman I made up,” the wolf growled low and deep and the throbbing in his wrist intensified. “What more must Destroyer and I have to do to convince you that we are real?” “Destroyer? What the hell kind of name is ‘destroyer’? That has got to be something I made up,” he argued, even as he readjusted her so that he pulled her coat back a little, revealing a thick embroidered bodice and pushed up breasts that, even when blue with cold, pulled at his attention. He licked his lips. Because of the cold.

Ded Moroz thundered. Frost shot through Morozko's veins as the circlet settled on his opaline hair. He cried out as a deep, old magic impaled him like an icicle. Morozko sank to his knees and convulsed, his mother’s legacy flowing through him, freezing his molten core. The furnace in his belly sputtered and died, and the steam of his bones froze as the frost magic stole what made him a bannik and replaced it with inexorable cold. He vomited smoke and sparks, relinquishing his heat.

Frosty. The Pitwolf pup Claude's father rescued after a group of Heroes accompanying his father in a Tangent killed Frosty's pack and left him to die. Claude's father, Gil, snuck the pup out of the Tangent and brought him home to Claude where he was healed and has lived ever since. The only remnants of Frosty's tragic past can be found in a ring of missing hair around his back leg where he was once caught in a snare. Despite this rather harsh upbringing, he'd be alright. PitWolves were tough..

I set the shower temperature how I want it, need it at this moment, freezing, then stepped in. I place my hand on the shower wall, letting the little drops of ice hit me on the back. It is an ice punishment to help our warriors get in shape for extreme weather conditions in their human forms and how to resist punishment. I am so used to it that I don’t even flinch from the first drop touching my skin.

The frigid air that bit painfully at her fingers and nose made the depressing confines of their basement prison (nicknamed the den by the girls) seem wonderfully warm and cosy and Chloe closed her eyes, imagining herself tucked under the layers of blankets and clothes she buddled onto her cot to help keep her warm. This wasn't the first time they had been subjected to cruel and unusual punishments at the whim of their Alpha. If anything, this was probably the least humiliating or dangerous. Being a werewolf certainly gave them the advantage of warmer body temperatures and better endurance. If she was human, Chloe was certain she'd have died from hyperthermia by now. However, that didn’t mean

“You haven't shifted since you got here.” I raised a brow at him and folded my hands across my chest. He was trying to divert from my question with one of his own, and I was not going to have. “Don't do that,” I responded dismissively. “Do what?” “Don't run away from my question. You said you had answers for me. Give them to me.” I demanded. He scratched the back of his head slowly and stood from the bed. “Frost demons are werewolves, just like us. The only difference is, a frost demon has white furs and doesn't recognise its kind, especially during a red moon.”

BE FORCED INTO SHIT SO YOU AND YOUR FATHER BETTER LEAVE BEFORE I HAVE YOU BOTH RIPPED APART BY MY MEN!” I flinched never seeing him this angry it was then I noticed his eyes were gold and it wasn’t Shade talking but his wolf Kilo I had seen kilo a few times when we were kids but after a while Shade tended to keep him locked away saying he was scared of what kilo was capable of and he didn’t trust him fully around me. I grab Shades hand and rub his face to calm him down and I hear the girl once again using her Aura on me “BACK AWAY FROM MY MALE YOU SLUT” before I could say anything my wolf Sahara I know weird coincidence, pushed forward and growled “YOU DO NOT DEMAND ME YOU ARE ON MY MATES A