Killer Frost From The Flash Novels & Stories

A crater exploded outward, dirt and stone launching into the air. Rowan whistled low from where he circled in wolf form. “…yeah, that’s worse.” “Focus!” Ember snapped, already shifting angles to flank. Kael stepped forward. Now. Frost spread from his feet like a living tide, racing across the ground toward the creature. Ice climbed its legs in jagged layers, locking around muscle and bone, freezing movement— Or trying to. The creature roared. The ice cracked. Held— Then cracked again. Kael’s eyes narrowed.

Caelum cracked his neck, a dark, ferocious grin spreading across his handsome features as his gold-and-silver eyes burned entirely crimson with apex predator focus. "Then let's shatter his weapon," Caelum rumbled. The Dance of Frost and Flame The Frost Sovereign raised its glacial spear and swept it horizontally. A beam of pure, absolute-zero light shot from the spearhead, moving with terrifying velocity, freezing the very air in its wake. "Now!" Caelum shouted.

Her dark eyes that were filled with love a minute ago were now accusing, cutting open the gawking void inside me. "Sofia," I stretched my hands to reach out but she moved back. "Why did you do this?" She cried, tears falling down her cheeks. "Look, what you did to me," "Sofia, I am sorry," I cried. "Please don't go," "I hate you," She said, her voice cold and flat. "Noooooo!" I cried, trying to hold her but she was fading away. Away from me. Thin and pale like a ghost. "Sofia!" I cried, the breeze around me turned into a thunderstorm making me lose my sight and sense in its wake.

She knew what she had to do. Closing her eyes, she began to chant softly under her breath. "Xentilofico instaantico..." Her hands trembled as she wove a spell, the energy crackling around her like static electricity. Slowly, she began to fade, her form becoming translucent. "Save her and save yourself my love. I can't afford to be the reason you both don't make it. I love you." "No!" Draven screamed, reaching out to grab her. "Elara, don't!"

I woke up the next day feeling cold. Marco poured a bucket of cold water on me. "Aren't you supposed to be awake by now?" He asked. I lifted my body and tried to stand up. "What do you want?" I asked and he held my wrist and pressed it. I winced in pain before he released it. "You have a package to deliver for me." He eyed me. "Why can't he send it to DHL?" I asked myself. "What package?" I asked and i got a slap in the face.

she said with a smirk, “I’m still a druid.” The roots coiled like serpents, wrapping around Nimah’s legs, arms, throat. She struggled, muscles bulging, snapping two of them before more took their place. “Stay still, little pup,” Elaria said, raising her staff. “Don’t you dare—!” I roared, unleashing lightning from my palms. Bolts of white light crackled through the air and froze, solid mid-arc, glittering like frozen rivers in the sky. Elaria turned to me. “You can’t win, boy. The Frostheart controls temperature itself. Even lightning must obey the cold.”

I roared, and my hand connected with one of the men's noses. He howled in pain, and I was just about to hit another one, when someone hit me from the behind, and injected me with wolfsbane. I tried to put up a fight, but it was no use. I was out in seconds.

Every part of him radiated power. His black coat reached his knees, trimmed with silver fur around the collar. Snowflakes landed on his dark hair before quickly melting. Yet it was his eyes that stole her breath. Those cold blue eyes. Eyes that looked completely devoid of warmth. Completely devoid of mercy. As though the world had failed him so many times that he no longer cared about anything it offered. For a long moment, nobody spoke. Nobody moved. Then Froz slowly descended the staircase. Each step echoed through the enormous hall.

"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.

"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.