Lane Frost Books Novels & Stories

POV: LUCIAN VAEL The dark mahogany desk in front of me was quiet, with only the faint silver light coming through the high windows of the citadel. I leaned back in my chair, slowly swirling the deep red liquid inside my crystal glass while my eyes remained on the worn leather dossier lying open before me. The title was written in faded gold letters across the cover, Aria Frost. I had spent twenty-two years watching that name. Twenty-two years paying spies to stay near the borders of the Frost Pack and watching a little girl drink bitter herbal mixtures every morning just to keep the strange power inside her under control.

"He didn't just want the trophy. He wanted to see a Navarro crawl. And I did. I crawled off that rink while the stadium cheered for a murderer." Cass walked over, placing a hand on Luke’s shoulder. The heat from the Alpha’s skin was intense, the fever of a wounded wolf. "Isabella knows." Luke stiffened. "My sister knows what?" "She’s been writing it. All of it. The betrayal on the ice. The way Victor Reyes—or whatever pen name she’s using for Brandon—systematically dismantled your life." Cass pulled a digital slate from his cloak. "She calls it 'The Frozen Alpha.' It’s the talk of the Harbor Street Bar. The whole pack is reading about your fall, Luke."

Distractedly, I left the book I wanted to pull behind and walked towards the table. Lily’s light scent of flowers hung in the air, and instinctively I just knew that was where she had been researching the day before. Curiously, I looked at the books on the table. One of them looked older than the rest. It’s pages were already yellowed and a corner looked burned off. With a frown, I held the thick back of the book and closed it to see the cover. FAE: The primals in human skin. Goosebumps rose along my arms and I shivered as I read the title.

A/N :- The 'Flames of Obsessiveness second series' consists of 10 books, including three stand-alone novels. You can explore my profile for the three Stand-Alone books from the second series. This second series continues the stories of the children of the Kashyap, Grey, Miller, Rathore, and Khanna from the 'Waves of Possessiveness first series'. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ •Book 1) His BLIND REVENGE Tropes :-

he said, his voice full of quiet wonder. “We built a hearth,” I said, leaning into him. “The universe gathered around it.” The first frost came, silvering the Commons and etching the Tidewater Trail’s rails. Elara experienced cold for the first time, her breath making tiny clouds, her eyes wide at the strange, crunchy white stuff on the grass. We were in a new season, in every way. One final, symbolic task remained. The “Almanac” notebook was full. Arthur had sourced a beautiful, linen-covered blank book for its successor. But before we could start Volume Two, we needed to properly close the first.

His wolf stirred under his skin so violently I could almost see the outline of it pressing at the surface. Then he lifted his head. His eyes widened. He took a step back. I pressed my hand to the glass. “Marek.” Elara appeared beside me. “What is he seeing?” Lucian hovered behind us. “If it is another hand I am moving out.” Then I saw it. Frost patterns were forming in the sky. Not random, not swirling, not wild. Letters. Letters made of moving ice, drifting across the clouds like silver smoke. My name.

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The marsh beyond the hollow walls stirred as if holding its breath. She felt everything. Rowan’s fury. Lucien’s hunger. Her own rising storm. She lifted her hands—fire and frost blazing in perfect symmetry. The marsh answered. Roots erupted through the floor in long, twisting spears. Fire burst from her palms in a column of gold, but frost intertwined with it—blue-white veins snapping through the flames like ice lightning. Wolves howled as frost sealed their paws to the stone, while the fire seared the air around them.

" okay, great. So, I'll be needing your Facebook or Instagram handle. " " oh, it's Freya Forsythe. Facebook. " "okay. I'd get a way to contact you from there." "I'm leaving." Lyle said. He could no longer take any of these, and he also couldn't walk up to her, and forcefully take her away from the strange guy she was talking to. " what's up with you?" Byron asked. He saw how uneasy Lyle was feeling. "nothing, I just wanna leave, before I do something I might regret."

She was just staring up towards the roof, and I couldn't snap her out of it. “Freya please wake up. Fi breathe babe, please,” I begged out loud. Willing her to take a breath, just one tiny breath. “Evan, pull over!” Selene screamed out. The car swerved to the side and I fell back into my seat, slamming my back against the car door. As soon as the car pulled over, Selene jumped out of the car and ripped open Freya's door. I watched as she placed her hand just above Freya's shoulder, and an ice blue light emerged from her hand and then spread all around Freya's body. Once fully bathed in the ice-blue light, Selene slammed her hand down onto Freya's shoulder. Freya then gasped and began to scre