Killer Frost Outfit Novels & Stories

I was afraid that there would be something unpleasant that would be exposed in my thoughts and actions the moment her inquisitive eyes landed on me. “Erm…” Clearing my throat, I stepped back for a moment and took the bag I bought with me when I came. From it, I took a gigantic cloak made with silk. I have this made by the members of the Silver pack that is stationed in the decoy Frost Fang Pack territory when I saw Aurora’s wolf. “This is…” Taking the silk cloak, Chloe looked surprised as she felt the fabric with her hands, “So warm…” She muttered. “You should wear this… it will protect you from the cold of the night as you shift back and forth… Don’t worry about Aurora’s size… I made sure

"If we don't freeze to death before we find this entrance, I'll be thoroughly surprised," Lysander muttered, his breath billow-clouding into the biting frost of the northern peaks. He adjusted his dark wolf-skin cloak, though the biting chill of the Frost Kingdom seemed to bypass even his shadow-shrouded armor. ​"An Alpha of the Shadows complaining about a little winter draft?" Kaelor let out a low, mocking chuckle, though his own golden eyes were narrowed against the blinding white glare of the glacier.

He was staring, his mouth open, as two figures walked through the threshold. It was Claire and Derek. A collective gasp echoed off the vaulted ceiling. Derek wasn't wearing his ruined academy blazer or the clothes of a banished stray. He wore a heavy cloak of white fox fur over a tunic of sapphire silk—the exact colors of the Frosthound vanguard. His right arm, previously dislocated and broken, hung completely normal at his side. But it was his skin that made my inner wolf bristle. It was completely translucent, the blue veins beneath his jaw glowing with a faint, permafrost light. His eyes were no longer black, nor were they human; they were a freezing, crystalline sapphire.

He wasn't dressed in formal Alpha attire today—no suit jacket, no insignia—but somehow that made him even more dangerous. A light blue shirt clung to his broad shoulders, the cuffs fastened with understated yet elegant cufflinks. Black trousers, polished leather shoes. Minimalist. Controlled. Intimidating. Cool blue light filtered through the window, falling across him like moonlight, sharpening the edges of his silhouette. He reminded me of something that grew only at extreme altitudes—a frost flower. Rare. Isolated. Beautiful enough to make you forget how dangerous it was. "Good morning," I said, instinctively pulling my trench coat tighter and shifting slightly toward the door.

And this time, he was thankful that no one could reprimand him once he sneaked out along with Althy and Rade. The cousins reminded him not to wear winter clothing so they wouldn’t catch much attention when they arrived in Argia. He chose the simple gray tunic accented with silver, paired with black pants and leather boots. He wore a cloak without hesitation since he was used to it, as regular clothing in this world. He picked the crimson-colored with a silver brooch.

The rain was coming down harder now, a relentless sheet of ice that hammered against the roof. Nora slowly pulled her hand from his grip. Her fingers felt cold the moment the contact broke, the phantom heat of his skin lingering like a burn. She didn't look at him as she adjusted the wet collar of her coat, ensuring the silver flash drive was still securely hidden against her skin. "We go in on foot," Kashton said, his voice a low vibration that barely carried over the sound of the storm. He reached into the back seat and pulled out a heavy tactical vest, tossing it into her lap. "Put it on."

Then again, I shouldn’t be surprised since everything in the VR world was surreal. What confused me was that the armor hadn’t been listed in the designs. His armor was very fitting for him. There was a bit of a bad-boy charm, while still retaining his mature disposition. Although he wasn’t wearing a suit, in a sense, his new attire could be considered a suit of a sort. Luka was dressed in all black, with a few silver accents over various parts of his outfit. It consisted of a black trench coat, made of soft leather. The front collar of the coat folded back, with a silver and black design of a wolf on both flaps.

After breakfast I quickly do the dishes and start getting ready while Jace was handling some pack stuff. The weather is warm and the sun is shining bright, so I decide to wear a red crop top with the writings "Te Amo❤" on it, with white jeans and black converses. I tie my hair in a bun and apply cherry flavoured lip gloss. To top the look I carry a black sling bag that has my phone inside. I hear voices in the living room and I take it that Esmy and Dyl have arrived, perfect timing! I take one last look at myself in the mirror and I have to say damn! I'm loving myself.

It was indeed … a trap. Arth swallowed hard the lump on his throat. He could not believe that Tristan was a member of the Frostguarde. All five of them were dressed in cerulean-colored cloak, even the Divine Knight himself. One of them had a middle-aged face of a man, holding a long blue spear. Another member was a red-haired lady wielding a brown staff. That was all what Arth could notice, as his arms were already trembling with fear and exhaustion. Divine Knight Kael removed the hood of his cloak, revealing his black hair fixed backward. His lips formed a smirk as he looked at Arth, amused.

What the fuck happened to that? “B-but –!” he spluttered, “We match!” “No, you don't. You two looked like you're going to a fucking funeral with all that black like it was some inside joke and it's not even funny!” Harry complained, tossing a dark blue hoodie his way, “Wear this instead and look like Jack Frost!” He grunted, “Why do I have to look like Jack Frost?” “Well, duh!” Harry stuck his tongue out, “Because he’s hot!”