Killer Frost Comics Novels & Stories

"The past eight months have been incredibly hard on the Frost Pack. Our family alone suffered a devastating loss." He let the weight of the recent massacre hang in the crisp air, giving space to the grief every wolf in the clearing still carried. Then, he lifted his chin. His posture straightened, the dark cloak shifting around his shoulders as sorrow gave way to fierce, unbreakable strength. "But in the depths of that despair, we did not break," Zyan declared. His voice rose, vibrating with the bone-deep power of a true Alpha. "Like a phoenix rising from the ashes, we shall rise again. We are rising again."

"He didn't just want the trophy. He wanted to see a Navarro crawl. And I did. I crawled off that rink while the stadium cheered for a murderer." Cass walked over, placing a hand on Luke’s shoulder. The heat from the Alpha’s skin was intense, the fever of a wounded wolf. "Isabella knows." Luke stiffened. "My sister knows what?" "She’s been writing it. All of it. The betrayal on the ice. The way Victor Reyes—or whatever pen name she’s using for Brandon—systematically dismantled your life." Cass pulled a digital slate from his cloak. "She calls it 'The Frozen Alpha.' It’s the talk of the Harbor Street Bar. The whole pack is reading about your fall, Luke."

A whisper that feels like it’s more inside my head than in the real world. “Leave her,” the voice hisses. The shadow hovering over me undulates in what can only be irritation. An answering whisper, higher pitched than the first, replies, “But she is so bright.” The first whisper grows harder. “The witch wants her alive. He must receive his payment. Leave her.” The witch wants her alive. His payment. Goddammit. That motherfucking Comic-Con piece of shit. He sold us out. Frost appears from nowhere like a shooting star. His pale hair flutters around his hard face as he launches at the shadow above me. I watch, equal parts horrified and mesmerized, as he slams into the shadow and both of them cr

"She showed me something. A memory. Before the sleep, before the cold, she loved a wolf. He died in the first war. She has been frozen ever since." "Like Morpheus." "Like all of us. We choose cold because warmth hurts too much." "But warmth is also the only thing that heals." "I know. That is why I keep trying." --- That night, I wrote in my journal. Frost is not our enemy. She is a wolf who has forgotten how to feel. Somnia spoke to her. She listened. She did not attack. The threat is not gone. But it is quieter. For now. We wait.

"You were the blind guy that day... in front of the gallery. You!" "Finally did the maths huh," He snickered. "How did...?" I was speechless. Holy shit. "When you dropped your stuff and I asked you to pick my stick up that's when I took the keys. It was a matter of sheer luck, to be honest, but it paid off quite well. Thanks to your kind heart," He replied. sarcastically "Kris, what about her?" I snapped. "What did you do to her?" "No need to be feisty Sofia," Neil warned. "I am answering whatever you are asking, ain't I?"

"Which is?" "The guest list." "Right! I had totally forgotten about that." She says while handing me a piece of paper.. I read the first column and I can't seem to spot any name I know until.... Oh no!. I feel anger surge through out my entire being and before I realise what I'm doing, I rip the paper apart. The last name on the list was : Jake Currington - Alpha of the Dark Moon pack. ______________________________________________ Hey

But, when I saw her panic-stricken face the only thing I felt like doing was to console her. Just then a voice sounded, “Kill her lover first, then we can take care of Eva.” No sooner had the cloaked figure commanded this than the boy lying dead on the ground got up. I couldn’t muffle the cry that erupted from my mouth. How could a dead man wake up again? That figure walked towards us but before it could even touch us a green light erupted from the Alexart and hit Edgar. It engulfed him in an orb and soon Edgar had vaporized.

I curled up in a corner, praying for some warmth. This place used to store frozen seafood. Now, it was just empty shelves and icy air. I stacked the shelves around me, a futile attempt to block the cold. It was useless. When I realized I was dead, a wave of despair washed over me. Seeing my frost-covered body, eyes wide with terror, and bloody nails, I felt a bone-chilling shock. Just as I was about to take a closer look, a force pulled me away, and I found myself standing next to Ean.

Ludo’s finger was on delete shaking. “Don’t press that button.” Ludo heard the voice nearer. Ludo slowly turned her head to see who it was. The footsteps got even more closer. “You!” Ludo yelled. “What? The sick girl?” The voice said, surprised. “Don’t kill me,” Ludo’s voice sunk as she slowly fell on her bed fainting. "Sh*t!", Hunter cussed.

I chuckled at my own joke. He quickly opened the door and pulled me in. "Well, now that you're here, no need for masturbation anymore." I pushed the shopping bag into his chest. "I got you clothes. Now put them on before I report you for sexual harassment, chipmunk fucker." He smirked and grabbed the bag. "Spicy Gi is back. I like it." He quickly pulled out the shorts and slid them up his legs. Then he pulled out the t-shirt and held it away from him to look at it. "You got me a shirt that says, 'I don't need therapy. I just need to get F#ed in public by thirteen werewolves?'"