Killer Frost From Flash Novels & Stories

"Okay." Yrsa continued cursing behind us, her voice growing more desperate. "Þú ert að gera mistök! Hann mun drepa okkur öll!" ("You are making a mistake!!") But I ignored her. Everything was falling into place. Soon—very soon—the curse that had plagued seven generations of Winters women would finally be broken. I looked at Frost, this perfect weapon I'd crafted from an ordinary omega. "Thank you." He didn't respond. He just stared at me with those cold, pale eyes, waiting for me to make my next move. * * *

The marsh beyond the hollow walls stirred as if holding its breath. She felt everything. Rowan’s fury. Lucien’s hunger. Her own rising storm. She lifted her hands—fire and frost blazing in perfect symmetry. The marsh answered. Roots erupted through the floor in long, twisting spears. Fire burst from her palms in a column of gold, but frost intertwined with it—blue-white veins snapping through the flames like ice lightning. Wolves howled as frost sealed their paws to the stone, while the fire seared the air around them.

"But Tobias, if you are not ready, we find a different role. I am not forcing anyone into positions they cannot handle." After giving it some thought, he slowly nodded. "I'll make an effort. But I must be able to tell you if it gets to be too much without feeling like I let you down." "Always. It is now part of the protocol to communicate. No one suffers in silence." The first new arrival under the expansion came three days later. A girl named Frost, seventeen, whose ice powers had awakened during a winter storm. Before her pack caught her, she had frozen the water supply of an entire hamlet in an attempt to prevent a flood, almost killing people from dehydration.

She quickly took her arm off his hold, crawled back away from him, then hugged her knees. Estevan winced, shivering. “The cold’s killing me.” His palm and his fingers were pale and blue, covered by a layer of white frost. “Come here, quick,” Raeherys reached out to hold the chronicler’s hands. The burning heat of his touch was enough to slowly melt the frost. Water dripped down as white mist flew up. “I’m … I’m sorry,” Larice held her pounding chest, “I can’t do it … I … I can’t …”

"That sugar-coated bowl of kibble isn't going to fuel a shifter." Finn pulled a face. "Breakfast cereal. What’s the point of this partnership again?" "We were in a rush," Val countered. "And don't act like those Frosty Paws didn't have you purring. I heard the sounds you made." Val cut him off before he could fire back about the sounds Val made. "Besides, I don't want your credits. We’re trading favors. That's the deal." Val yanked the wheel, steering the car away from the Miami Ice Dome.

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.

I nodded. Lyra looked curiously at the river. Her small hand lifted slightly. The mark on my wrist tingled faintly. “Lyra,” I said gently, “can you feel that?” She tilted her head. Then frowned slightly. “Cold… but not mine,” she whispered. Maren’s breath caught. “What does that mean?” “It means,” Kaelor said quietly, “the frost is anchored artificially.” Maren’s eyes sharpened. “Show me.” I stepped closer to the railing with Lyra.

Damn right! “Don’t tell me you don’t feel the same, Colt. I mean even just a teeny tiny changes of waves in your heartbeat when she calls you—” “No!” Well, that was fast. “Liar,” Frost muttered, still grinning. “Now who’s full of shit? Shove that to your ass because you can’t fool me when it’s clearer than the sky, Officer Snow,” he snickered. “Just shut up. You, yourself didn’t come from a romance novel,” Colt snickered back.

Don't let her take you. A sudden, freezing cold swept through the pit. The violet light didn't just glow; it turned into a swirl of frost. The air became so cold that Elena’s breath turned to mist. "What is this?" she demanded, clutching her crystal. "Stop this!" The frost gathered in my palms, forming a jagged blade of pure, solidified moonlight. I didn't wait for her to move. I moved. I wasn't running; I was gliding. I slashed the frost blade across her arm. Elena screamed as the ice bit into her skin, turning the wound black instantly. She dropped the crystal, and it shattered on the stone floor.

she says with a grin. “Thanks,” I murmur, taking a grateful sip. The warmth seeps through my gloves, and I allow myself a moment to enjoy it. Before I can comment on the sheer number of decorations, the low hum of a car engine draws my attention. A sleek, silver car pulls up, and out steps Sebastian Frost. Of course, he looks effortlessly dashing, his dark coat and scarf a perfect contrast to the wintry backdrop. My stomach does a little flip. Calm down, Selina.