Killer Frost From Flash Novels & Stories

He stopped in front of me and gently tilted my chin up with calloused fingers—the same fingers that had once traced constellations on my bare skin, wiped away my tears, and held me through every storm. “I do know you,” he said, voice thick with grief. “That’s what makes this so ugly. That’s why I want to rip my own chest open.” He pulled a small glass vial from his pocket. Frost immediately formed on the glass, crawling across it like something alive. Waves of icy cold radiated from it, turning my breath into visible steam. “This is Mercy Frost,” he explained quietly. “From the northern springs. One drink and you’ll forget the accusations. You’ll forget the blood on your hands. You’ll forget

Alex sneered. The next moment, he shot out an oversized Frost Arrow with a swish. It had directly come out of the ice layers and shot him right in the chest, unbeknownst to Julian. Although the Kylin Flame’s temperature was extremely high, it was unable to negate the Frost Arrow’s chill. Smack! The Frost Arrow exploded. Julian was stunned. The Frost Arrow had frozen his Kylin Flame, turning his entire body into ice. “Old bast*rd, are you still in a good mood now? Go to hell with your good mood then!”

If he never felt that intensity again, he’d be fine with it. Kelsey was safe. She didn't trigger any wild, uncontrollable wolf instincts. She just made things... steady. When they went out and she actually made him laugh, he felt like he was finally winning. It had been so long since he’d felt light. He felt like he could actually move on and forget Victor, that arrogant prick, and his girlfriend—whatever her name was. That lasted until the following week. Cass was finishing a solo skate at the Coastal Practice Field, waiting for the rest of the defensive unit to arrive, when Victor Reyes strolled by the plexiglass. He paused, tapping a ring against the barrier.

One move from her and they were already scattered and spiralling everywhere. She didn’t even look up until she bumped into someone. The latter was rock solid because although Liora was the one who bumped into him, she was the one who was sent metres backwards. She staggered and then raised her head, a familiar face greeting her. Tall. Sharp jawline. Brilliant, Dangerous, Ruthless and a foe. Damien Frost. CEO of Frost Corporation. The Frosts and The Morgans’ were mortal enemies since she could remember. The story was old and ancient and she could barely remember it but she knew that they hated each other in both private and public but sometimes managed to keep up appearances in public.

she asked. "I'm not done yet" Her mouth hung open in shock, she felt chills run down her spine. Dex wasted no time again he roughly removed the towel that covered his lower part and landed on her again taking her energetically against her will. She had no other option but to give in to his demands.

Celeste asked, still shaking from internal cold. “Wulfrick found you earlier enough before you could pass away. That region of the forest was the ice land that turned people into frost. But you were able to surpress the cold due to your will to live," Hila explained, impressed that Celeste had fought through to be alive. Just then, Eva burst into the clinic eyes bursting with tears as she rushed to Celeste's side. “Oh my goddess, I am so sorry I didn't know you were missing for hours. I was so scared when brother brought you back in frost. I am so thankful to the moon goddess," she cried, holding Celeste's cold hands.

Behind them, Frost's wolf fought really hard like something unhinged from this world. Rogues attempted to lunge at Kyril's back. But Frost intercepted them midair. His silver form twisted hard and slammed into them, sending their bodies flying into trees and toward the fire below. One rogue latched onto his shoulder, but he snapped its spine with a savage toll, completely tearing off his flank. Frost was bleeding off heavily now. But he didn't stop. My lungs burned as though I, too, were hanging over that abyss. "Hold on!" I cried, though I wasn't sure who I was begging–Liam or Kyril.

"You go back to January 15th, 10:00 AM. Right before the temperature drops. You have approximately three hours before the freeze becomes lethal. You find Victor, you stop him—how is up to you—and then you return to a secured location to survive the initial freeze. The device brings you back to present timeline after 24 hours. The timeline adjusts around the changes." "And if I fail?" "Then you're trapped in the past, reliving the apocalypse. Or you succeed but die in the freeze. Or you succeed but the timeline doesn't improve. There are risks." "Why didn't you do this before? Why wait until now?" "Because the device had to be built. Took me twenty years to figure out the physics, three more

" My body was covered in frostbite. I had barely survived the blizzard, yet all he cared about was whether the samples were intact. I turned my head to avoid his fist and looked at him coldly. "You just shattered your precious samples on the ice, Lucas." Hearing my words, his expression froze, before his gaze followed mine straight towards the shards that were scattered across the ice. After a long moment, he spoke, his voice shuddering, "You'd better pray that there are other samples left, or else…" He shot me a vicious glare, then released me and climbed into another vehicle. The warmth from the car heater brushed over my body. Feeling strength slowly return to my arms, I finally allowed m

he walked past him and spoke, “kill him.” Shadowhunter chuckled. “Another blood spilled from the shadows.” The gust of wind blasted inside the cave along with yellow waters from the falls, shaking the entire place. “What—” Shadowhunter’s voice snapped before he was gone from Arth’s back. Frostcalibur traveled with the powerful wind, arriving at the hand of its rightful wielder. Arth gripped the hilt of the freezing sword, suddenly releasing blue strings of alar that danced and circled him. “Glacies Materia …” Arth spoke as he turned around to face the demons.