Killer Frost Outfit Novels & Stories

he says, making me melt. “You got me more than one gift, Kaeden?” I ask and take both from him. I sit down on my bed after placing the frame on the bed and unwrap the big box. My eyes widened in shock! Inside is a set of clothes, a red and black baseball jacket with my name on it and the number eight on it. Setting it down, I pulled out two shirts, one black with Cyro’s name on it on the back and in front. It had an outline in light blue of a wolf, while the other shirt was a black and blue checked shirt. I pulled out a pair of plain black jeans and white sneakers that had a wolf printed on the outside of the left shoe and Cyro’s name on the other.

Frost's mouth twitches but she chose to ignore it. She went directly to her walked-in closet. Calmly looking at the dresses, she was numb now. She picked a simple red dress below the knee. She also wore a black cycling short underneath her dress. And flat black sandals. She then used her fire attribute to dry her hair. It did not take her long to dry her hair. After that she grabbed a tie, and pulled her hair into a simple bun. After she tidied up herself, she looked at the snow wolf beast which was still following her.

With how weak Frost is now, I'm worried the travel might be harder for her. I nodded my head. The rest hour, we waited for the ladies to return in silence. When they finally returned, I saw that they had dressed Frost in a thick fur dress. The sleeves where long and a bit wide. The gray dress has a furry hoody, one that promises warmth and heat. They had her wear thick winter boots to keep her feet warm and at her hands, she had leather gloves. Mirra and Winter led her over to the bed and sat her down next to me. They then walked in to the closet to pack her clothes.

The thought, terrifying as it was, held a seductive appeal. She was lost in this internal battle when the door to her suite quietly opened. Layla jumped, startled, her heart leaping into her throat. She hadn’t heard him approach. Colden Frost stood framed in the doorway, a dark, imposing silhouette against the brighter hallway. He wasn't wearing a suit, but a simple, perfectly fitted black t-shirt that stretched taut across his broad chest, hinting at the sculpted muscle beneath. Dark jeans clung to his powerful legs. His hair was slightly tousled, as if he had just run a hand through it, adding a touch of raw, unpolished appeal to his otherwise pristine appearance.

I said with my palms raised in the air. I jumped to my feet and decided to wear a different outfit, something a little more casual. I wore a cropped white turtleneck sweater like shirt with black rip jeans, ankle high heeled boots and my black thigh length buckled leather coat. Damn, I could be expensive if I wanted to be. “OK, let’s go,” I said to shock looking Frost. I walked out of my room and jogged down the stairs, pausing at the bottom as Raphael passed by me as if he didn’t see me.

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.

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!”

Standing in the center of the courtyard, surrounded by burning debris and the fallen forms of dozens of wild hunters, was a titan of frost. It stood twenty feet tall, a monstrous figure clad in thick plates of jagged, translucent blue ice that served as armor over a body made of black, compacted snow and ancient bedrock. Its broad face possessed no eyes, only a glowing crimson fissure that ran down its center, and in its massive right fist, it wielded a pillar of solid black ice wrapped in rusted iron chains. The Frost King.The prime apex of the forgotten horde, summoned from the deep glacier by Vespera's broken blood seal.

Aito was dressed in an ice-blue suit that looked almost too beautiful to be called a suit. The fabric had a delicate, shimmering quality to it, catching the light with every slight movement. It reminded Ryu of the crystalline gowns Elsa wore in Frozen but this one was made into a masculine suit that fitted Aito perfectly. It was like it was made for him alone. The jacket was perfectly tailored, following the natural lines of his frame without looking restrictive and the trousers matched perfectly, falling neatly over his white shoes, while a pristine white shirt underneath softened the cool shade of the suit.

The deep, mournful blast echoed off the stone walls of the fortress, announcing the arrival of the first foreign delegation. I snapped the journal shut, hiding the wooden box back beneath the mattress. I walked over to the open trunk Kieran had left behind. My hands reached into the velvet interior, ignoring the gowns of silk and gold. Instead, I pulled out a striking gown made of pitch-black velvet, cut sharp across the shoulders, its high collar lined with silver armor-plating and a blood-red silk cape that trailed behind it like a spill of fresh blood. I looked at my reflection in the tall vanity mirror. My hazel eyes were glowing with a fierce, terrifying golden fire that no blood-charm