Lane Frost Books Novels & Stories

Really strange. I slipped the cell phone into my jacket and pulled the sleeves of my parka over my hands. It was January and we were in the dead of winter. The days were now so short that the sun was setting again as soon as it had made it to the sky, and the temperatures were a good substitute should the freezer fail. Every breath conjured up little clouds in front of my mouth and now that the heat of the chase had subsided, I began to freeze. Another year was behind us. It was hard to believe how quickly time could go by.

FROSTBOUND; A JACK FROST EROTICA RETELLING BOOK 1 Intro: Eirlys Virelle has lived her entire life untouched by warmth not just in body but in existence. All her life she’s always been the unnoticed nerdy girl, now tucked away in a quiet town as a reclusive bookstore owner where nothing ever happens and no one ever really stays or cares. She’s convinced she’ll die alone, living a lonely life with just her and her cat!

Susan 's POV: Startled by the vivid dream, I'm abruptly jolted awake. The dampness between my legs serves as a tangible reminder of how my body responds to these forbidden fantasies. I can't shake his face from my mind—those captivating eyes, those lips that brought both pleasures and torment to my senses. "This is sheer madness," I whisper in despair, seeking solace in reciting the Lord's prayer. Waking up repeatedly due to these haunting dreams has become exhausting, and I long for a reprieve.

If you fancy a new read before I upload my next book. You can read my other stories by finding them on my GoodNovel author profile. The Santos Pack Series •Fated to the Lycan Prince - Book 1 •The Rise of the Alpha Luna - Book 2 His Luna - this was my first book, it’s short but a nice quick read. What am I reading? I’m currently reading some of the books by Jessica Hall, and also Author Muse. I’m also reading - The Alpha Games by Sian Fleming. Which is available on Good Novel.

“I heard something.” The Alpha’s expression hardened. “What?” “I don’t know.” The answer frustrated her. Because she wasn’t lying. The voice had vanished almost instantly. Leaving behind only a strange feeling. Like moonlight. Like silver light. Like something watching her. Froz didn’t like it. Not one bit. That evening— The White Fang Palace library was unusually crowded. Ancient books covered an entire table. Scrolls. Maps. Records. Documents. Everything Froz had gathered during the last few days. Metro adjusted his glasses. The mountain of books concerned him.

The first Winter Solstice of the grounded era arrived not with a celestial signal, but with a biting northern wind that turned the silver lilies of the Fringe to brittle glass in a single night. The Silver Moon was encased in a Great Frost, a natural, non-technical weather pattern that pushed the temperature so low the air felt like it was filled with needles. I stood at the window of our lakeside cabin, my Tempered Heart drumming a steady sixty beats per minute, its solar enzyme flaring with a protective heat that kept the frost from creeping across the glass. Beside me, Killian watched the clouds, his silver eyes reflecting the heavy gray sky.

The sound of rustling pages faded, replaced by a sudden, violent rushing sound in my ears. White. Everywhere was blinding, freezing white. I wasn't sitting in a warm classroom. I was breathing in air so cold it burned my lungs . The smell of pine and wet earth overwhelmed my nostrils. I was moving, heavy and exhausted, my boots sinking deep into packed snow. There was a weight on my back. A heavy, solid weight. “Put me down, Foster,” a voice hissed in my ear. It was Ward’s voice, but it wasn't the calm, detached tone he used during lectures. It was raw. “I can walk. Put me the hell down.”

"My daughter... Elle... did you make her too?" The Author’s smile widened. "She was my favorite twist. A child born of two different codes. She’s the bridge to the next world, Hazel. And now, I’m going to use her to write a brand new story. One where I am the king." "No!" I heard a roar from the street. A massive silver wolf crashed through the shop's front window. It was Logan Frost. He was covered in blood, his fur matted and torn, but his yellow eyes were full of a wild, unbreakable rage. He didn't go for the men with guns. He went straight for the Author.

Neah asks. "Concentrated Lycan life force. Solidified over millennia. It forms in places where Lycan blood was spilled in great quantities. During battles. Rituals. Deaths." Aldara reaches out but doesn't touch it. "This much lunar stone represents hundreds of Lycan lives." The room goes quiet. I move to the shelves. Carefully unwrap one of the cloth bundles. Inside is a book. Hand-bound. Pages made from something that isn't quite paper. The text is in the same ancient script as the door.

Azrael said after a pause before disappearing into thin air. Teleporting herself inside the cave, she looked at the large dirty blue-colored book that had violet orbs embedded on it, and couldn't help but open it to write what she saw today. It was a book she had been trying to find ever since she lost it. It was the future depicting book of the witches that would vaguely tell about their future.