Kristoff Sled Frozen Novels & Stories

My fingers froze to his fur, the weight of the King and the child pulling hard at my shoulders. Below us, Torvald was not so fortunate. He tried to claw his way up the split ice, his thick nails scraping uselessly against the frozen wall. His red eyes locked onto mine for one final, bitter second before the remaining portion of the block broke free. The white beast fell without a cry, his pale body disappearing into the dark, whistling void of the gorge. I pulled with everything I had left, my muscles screaming as I dragged Killian and Lucian back onto the flat ice.

Christmas Eve Eight Months Later “Die Hard is not a Christmas movie!” I shout at the boys but Wilder and Wyatt both laugh. “I think it should count.” Ricky says, teaming up with the guys against me. “Ricky.. It's not too late for me to call Santa and tell him that you've been a horrible kid, not to bring you any gifts.” I tell him with a wink and he laughs, throwing up his hands. The twins laugh at him, teasing him about getting coal.

Manny pleaded for mercy in tears as he pointed a finger at Kristoff. Jude immediately shut Manny up with a kick. Manny's cries and howls were too unpleasant to his ears. Kendrick immediately shifted his attention to Kristoff. If looks could kill, Kristoff would be dead by now. Kendrick didn't say a word at all. At that moment, Kristoff lost his courage from before. A hint of anxiety and fear flashed across his face. He might be sly and cruel, but he was a mere hooligan who feared the rich and powerful.

Jim tried to take her hand. “Don't touch me, stay away from me. You're monsters!” Cassie rolled off to the side of the bed as far away from Jim and Kristoff. “Who's he? I bet he's a monster too,” she pointed at Kristoff. “I'm Kristoff and I promise I would rather die before I hurt you.” He declared as he made a step closer towards Cassie. “Well I promise you, Kristoff, if you make one more step, you'll be a god-damn dead wolf.” Cassie grabbed the lamp. “I just wanna go home!” She trembled.

she gasped against my lips. I kissed her back softer and possessive. “Mine.” The Frostveil Route Dax’s POV We left at dusk. The sleds were loaded supplies, furs, wounded wolves Flame cradled in my arms, green light soft but steady. The vines followed us trailing behind like living banners wrapping the sleds, shielding the wolves, guiding the way north. Kael rode beside me silver eyes scanning the smoke. “She’s quiet,” she said. “Not asleep. Just… resting.”

Before our marking ceremony, Alpha Theodore Pierce let his childhood sweetheart, Eliana Vale, throw me into a walk-in freezer for a pre-wedding test. I have cold agglutinin disease. Prolonged exposure to cold can trigger acute hemolysis. The pack's chosen best man and maid of honor stood outside the freezer. They held up their phones and started a livestream. "If you want to be our Luna, kneel and beg Eliana." "Promise that once you accept the mate bond, you won't come between her and Alpha Theodore." Half an hour later, the freezer door finally opened. I was on my knees on the ice, my fingertips frozen blue-black. I no longer had the strength to lift my head. Jeering comments flooded the li

Frost shimmered along the edges of the injuries, blue white and unnatural, as if the flesh had been frozen rather than cut. "We cannot stop the bleeding!" Elias shouted, the pack’s chronicler, his hands shaking over the wounded man. "This is not natural cold. It freezes the blood in his veins before we can close the wounds." My Alpha’s fists clenched until his knuckles went white. I saw the muscles in his back tighten. He looked like a predator ready to strike, unable to see his enemy. "I have to help him," he growled, his voice deeper than any human sound. "I have to burn the frost out of him."

I had fought desperately to escape, but I failed, alas. "You really are putting on a show, huh? Did you enjoy it?" He ran out of patience. He picked up a tool and swung it at my frozen body. "What the hell is this?!" Terrified, I covered my eyes. I did not want to witness what was coming next. His strikes thawed some of the ice covering my corpse. My bound hands snapped under the force. I caught a glimpse of myself on the ground through my fingers. My face was covered in frozen blood, turned black and red from the cold. My arms were broken. My chest and stomach had caved in. My legs were twisted, crushed under the weight of the snow.

"Give me one more chance, even if it's just to stay by your side and make it right," Neal said bitterly. His plea was cut short by a cold gun barrel. Kirk stepped out of the shadows, aiming at Neal's forehead. "This isn't the Winters Mansion," Kirk warned. "You don't get to make a scene here. One more step, and the bullet won't care who you are." Neal froze, the light in his eyes fading. Liam grabbed his arm. "Let's go."

He had even assisted me in fastening the silver crest at the absolute peak of the pine tree, his heavy, scarred hands resting securely on my waist as his sheer Alpha strength lifted me effortlessly into the air. Later that night, beneath the light of a waxing moon, he had pressed a small, velvet-lined box into my palm containing a delicate, hand-carved ice-crystal pendant. “Every single freeze forms a unique pattern on the lake,” he had murmured, his deep voice vibrating straight against my skin. “Just like the spirit of your wolf.”