Lane Frost Last Words Novels & Stories

Not us, anyway. Frost launches himself at the nearest shadow where it spreads like an oil spill on the scratched wooden floor. He leaps onto it, claws digging, teeth snapping. He’s like a starved wolf unleashed—biting, scratching, growling, snarling, taking out his anger on the shadow with devastating consequences. He tears right through the black shape, leaving gouges in the floor. The creature falls into shreds and evaporates, although Frost doesn’t wait around to see it disappear before he chooses his next victim.

“You’ll learn.” “Learn what?” “To stop counting the dead.” She stood, frost cracking off her furs. “Count the living. Fewer to remember.” The tundra held its breath as she left. Somewhere beneath the ice, something shifted—a slow, tectonic grind. The dagger hummed in response. I tucked it under my shirt. The cold seared my skin, familiar now. Like Lira’s hand in mine, the day the Frostfangs exiled her. Like Yrsa’s blood pooling between my fingers. Like home.

“I wanted forever. But forever wasn’t mine to give. So take what we had and burn it bright. And if you ever doubt—look at the stars. That’s where I’ll be watching.” His chest hitched, his breath faltered. He closed his eyes. His last words fell like ash and flame. “I love you. More than power. More than blood. More than life itself.” The screen went black. And Ayla’s scream ripped the world apart again. The Widow of Fire Days became weeks. Weeks became blurred fragments of grief.

Up until she had arrived at the Galla party, even her encounter with the newscasters, unknown to her, he couldn't help but follow her around just to catch a glimpse of her face. He was greatly disheartened when he saw the look she gave him. The look was filled with hatred and pain, and even her words felt like a thousand swords and arrows were piercing his heart. Tugging and pulling at his heart till nothing was left of it. He longed to be with his Elle again, to see and hear her beautiful laugh. But did he have a chance after so many years? Ethan thought to himself as he stood at his favorite place where he gazed into the dark city with a glass of wine in his hand. He sighed and drank the r

Her face—bruised, wet with tears. Her lips moved faintly. Frost stood up slowly, the chair scraping behind him. His eyes darkened. This wasn't a game anymore. “I’m going to end you,” he whispered. He loaded his gun. No one touches the people he cares about. And Leonardo? Wouldn't live to touch anyone again.

he said as we were excused from his office. "So when do we start??" I asked Ashley as she sighed and walked away. "Tomorrow by 9:00am" then she walked out. Then my phone vibrated . Frost Academy App: you have a new message from @Queen of mean I sighed as I tapped the message and read. Queen of mean : Hey Jace , im sorry for behaving like that in the cafeteria . Dark Assassin:It's alright Tolani, im also sorry for treating you like that. I guess we are even??😁

Ember Frost’s POV His last words were the final straw. I glared at him, my anger boiling over. "You’ll regret this later." I knew deep down that I couldn’t win against an experienced warrior, but all I needed to do was stall for time. Unfortunately, I didn’t get that chance. He overpowered me once more, his grip tightening as he caught both of my hands with one hand and wrapped the other around my waist. I almost found myself leaning into his arms.

The door of the driver seat opened and a figure stepped down just as I was walking past. “Karen Anderson.” I heard my name and froze. Chilly air breezed past my body. “Car–los Fowler—” He got out of the car. The lines beneath his eyes folded and I saw his mouth cocked up under the dim reflection of light. “Yes that's right. Glad you still remember me.” I looked around. No one was in sight. I was pretty much alone minutes away from being jumped on by the monster before me. In that moment I wondered if Jay would come running to save me like he did the last time. If he would still willingly take a bullet for me.

Ryan finally whispered, his voice husky with dripping desire. Jolted by his response, Lilian turned to meet Ryan's intense gaze with her heavily intoxicated eyes. A wave of numbness washed over her as she surrendered to the heat and desire in his eyes, knowing deep down that she couldn't resist him even if she tried. Under the haze of alcohol, Lilian finally dared to act. Her fingers trembled as they trailed to the back of Ryan's neck, gently grasping his hair, which felt like strands of silk beneath her soft touch. Summoning every ounce of courage, Lilian parted her lips.

a lady exclaimed. Larice couldn’t stand with these people any longer. They took her rapier … they took everything from her. Tears kept on falling from the corner of her closed eyes. The curses and yells went on and on … filling the hall with louder noises. “Unhand me …” Larice clenched her fists, her breaths increasing. “I said unhand me!” she yelled out to the hunters, grabbing her arms. Frost instantly spread out from their touch, expanding on their hands, then to their arms. “What the—“