Killer Frost Comics Novels & Stories

It looked like a promising place to start, Julian decided as Luther pulled into the motel only ten buildings away. "Another bloody defeat," Vic muttered, his displeasure giving even more bite to his British accent. "Gwen Frost, you couldn't kil a Reaper to save your bloody life. " I narrowed my own eyes and glared at Vic, hoping he would get the message to shut up already before Logan and the others heard him. I didn't want to advertise the fact that I had a talking sword. I didn't want to advertise a lot of things about myself. Not at Mythos.

I was startled awake by a sudden chill. Winter's frost iced my chambers, and Jokul Frosti was keeping quarters by the burnt out hearth, ice Jotun that Jokul was. I banished the sprite Jokul with a bit of runefire from my fingertips, and he danced out with a holler and hoot. I suddenly felt as cold as the river of knives, Nastrond, where the Damned were felled and rotted eternally.

"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.

Grant Gonas is the man the underworld fears and the business world admires. As the CEO of GONAS, a multibillion-dollar empire built over generations, he is known for his intelligence, discipline, and ruthless decisions. But beneath the image of a respected businessman lies a terrifying secret—Grant is the head of one of the most powerful mafia families in America. Feared as The Frozen Beast, he has no room for emotions, no patience for love, and no intention of letting anyone close enough to become his weakness. A high-stakes business meeting takes Grant from Los Angeles to San Diego, where he chooses to travel without the luxury and security that usually surround him. One rainy afternoon,

"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

I muttered and walked to the room where Alex was resting. “Susie…” I called out from the doorway but she didn’t respond. She sat there frozen like a statue…It was then I noticed that tears were streaming down her cheeks. “Susie… Is everything alright?” I asked again but she didn’t reply. I felt panic rise within me and I rushed to see why she was crying. My jaws hung open and my eyes widened in horror as I took in the sight in front of me. This time Alex was literally frozen… layers of frost had formed over his body and it seemed to harden by the minute. His eyes seemed lifeless… his face and lips were covered in a thin layer of frost too.

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.