Killer Frost From Flash Novels & Stories

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.

Such a silly question. Chris suddenly froze, causing my eyebrows to furrow, turning around with a glass of water in hands, his eyes widened, " Bro, don't tell me you forgot! I've been reminding you everyday for the past week. The launch party!" he basically yelled, "You said you would handle it." My jaw hang open, oh no. Freezing was an understatement when it came to what my body was doing at the moment. Shit! "That's today?!" I half asked, half yelled back, as my eyes widened.

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

The warmth in her blood warred against the biting cold, and she pulled her cloak tighter, more out of instinct than need. They had come a long way through wind-scoured cliffs and soul-numbing snow to get here. The Flames Archives had armed them with knowledge and trial-forged resolve. Now, they stood at the edge of enemy territory—the Frost Citadel, heart of the Cryo-Scion’s legacy and his most powerful weapon against the world: cold stagnation. Marcus knelt beside a frozen statue embedded in the wall. It was a man, preserved mid-scream. “These aren’t sculptures,” he muttered. “They’re people.”

The chilled liquid slid down his throat like nectar of the gods. In the apocalypse, water meant venturing into subzero hell, digging snow, and melting it. Most who tried never came back. Cyrus wiped his mouth and fumbled for his phone. It was November 12, a full month before the Frostfall began. A long breath escaped him. "I came back. I really returned to the past. I regressed." It was not a dream. It could not be. The memory of his death, every stab of pain, was too sharp, too real.

A massive bubble burst directly beneath Killian’s boots, spraying a droplet of molten gold that sizzled as it hit the iron link near his heel, instantly melting the frost right off the metal. "Killian, I can't swing you!" I shrieked, my blistered throat cracking as the muscles in my forearms began to violently tear against the sharp copper edges of the hatch. My hot blood ran down the frame, vaporizing instantly in the heat. "The frame is bending!"

It had been a long time since he felt such a strong force coming at him. Frost, who was opposite of Achilles, was pushed back several steps by Achilles. He was looking at Achilles dumbfoundedly. “Oho, since the battle with the Shadow Totem, it’s been years since I met an opponent as good as you and very much to my liking. You are mine today. No one can snatch you away from me.” As soon as the words left his mouth, Achilles swung his casserole-sized fist toward Frost once again. Next, Frost was defeated by his blast and was forced to retreat one step after another. He seemed overwhelmed with shock.

Their eyes, still open, became jewels of frost. I walked through the garden, and behind me, everything died. Elias watched from the doorway, his purple eyes wide. Aldric stood where I had left her, her hand outstretched. Frost covered her dress, her hair, her lashes. But she was alive. The cold recognized her. She was part of me. "Jade," she said. Her voice was small. "You need to stop." I looked at my hands. The claws were receding. The frost was retreating. The glacier in my core was gone, emptied, spent. I had used everything.

KAREN Could it be… At the thought of Carlos Fowler, an unexpected storm swept through my veins freezing me in place with its icy grip. I had been so occupied dreading Collins Morgan forgetting there was a bigger evil after me. I shut my eyes and drew back. “Stay away from me!” I yelled. “Don't hurt me–I have done nothing wrong to you…” I said a quick prayer. Whichever deity was around to hear me should save me. Someone had to save me. Why wouldn't anyone walk this path now?

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.