Marvel Deacon Frost Novels & Stories

"Frostbite is the worst thing that could happen to anyone. If we have that elixir, we have nothing to fear anymore." "And frostbite is an irreversible condition for metahumans. Every time they try to power up their Abilities, frostbite would get in their way, and they'd have to pay dearly just to level up." "Yeah, if we can have that elixir…" "What's your price, Captain Frost?" "No wonder Mystic Tiger is the number one base." Praises wouldn't stop coming. After all, this was a bombshell for the bases' top brass. Then, Shawn's snicker silenced everyone, and their attention turned to him. Joshua shrugged it off. He didn't care about the opinion of a loser.

Their eyes, still open, became jewels of frost. I walked through the garden, and behind me, everything died. Elias watched from the doorway, his purple eyes wide. Aldric stood where I had left her, her hand outstretched. Frost covered her dress, her hair, her lashes. But she was alive. The cold recognized her. She was part of me. "Jade," she said. Her voice was small. "You need to stop." I looked at my hands. The claws were receding. The frost was retreating. The glacier in my core was gone, emptied, spent. I had used everything.

"Dr. Frost's uncle is Valen Frost, aged 47 years old. He's the chief of staff of a southwest military unit as well as a general. "Other than that, Dr. Frost's cousin, Blake Frost, is a powerful man of his own merit. He has a nickname called 'Blake the Great,' and he, alongside Nero Salazar, is known as the two greatest heroes of this generation." Cassian just smiled bitterly after that. "Mom, I'm just a regular doctor. Am I even worthy of her affections?"

The creature paused, snarling, confused. I let the cold build inside me. Alba tried to guide me, Shape it, Aury. Don’t just unleash it— Too late. A torrent of blinding ice shot from my hands, slicing through air and bark and everything in its path. The demon reeled, stumbling backward as the frost cut deep into its flesh. But the ice didn’t stop. It kept going, arcing wild, smashing through trees, freezing ground and roots and nearly grazing the small boy still huddled near the battlefield.

"The irony is delicious. Susan's been paying a salary to her sister's protector. Housing her, feeding her, trusting her with Ava." "But Hilda's just an Omega. An Omega who needed work." "A rogue Omega who just happened to show up when Ava needed protection? Who just happened to be devoted to a child that wasn't hers? Please, Margaret. Even you can't be that naive." Frost moved again, pulling his hood back slightly. I caught a glimpse of pale skin, arctic blue eyes that seemed to glow in the low light. Beautiful and terrible at once. Then the hood went back up. "You're playing with things you don't understand," I said.

Torvald sped over but Deacon retracted, “promise you will tell me what you know about Wynn.” “The food that was requested,” a young human man said, walking into the dungeons and passing the food through the bars. Torvald grabbed the human’s arm and sunk his teeth in, the human screaming. The human felt himself slipping away. “That is enough,” Deacon said, but Torvald ignored him. Deacon pushes his hand through the bar and shifted only his hand into his wolf part, claws grabbing Torvalds neck, piercing his skin, “I- said- that- is- enough.”

I wanted to help Selina since she was covered in flour, but I couldn’t find the strength to go up to her. I watched her laugh at something the man beside her said, and it hit me like a punch to the gut. He was tall, broad-shouldered, with a calm presence that contrasted with the warmth radiating from Selina. A gentle warmth in his eyes made something stir within me. Sebastian Frost. The architect. I knew who he was. The town’s golden boy. The guy who looked like he had it all together. Snowfall Valley is so small that it's easy to recognize people, especially if they’re new to the town.

he exclaimed, bringing his hands over her frigid cheeks. Vapor exploded out of her mouth and then she spoke. “You’re back?” she asked, the movement brows crinkled noisily as ice flew off of her face with each movement. Miles moved to wipe her forehead, but a menacing growl vibrated up his arm. He pulled back, his wrist suddenly feeling like it was on fire. “He’s very protective,” she whispered. “Destroyer, it’s him. It’s Milo. He’s back.” Miles frowned down at the white wolf, who bared his fangs and snapped at him. Drool gathered and began to drip from his gleaming teeth.

Frank nodded, while subtly impressed at how low Maron would sink. Forget poisoning his own father—he resorted to one of the worst poisons ever known: the Gehennical Frost Scarab. Virtually untraceable, the victim would be caught in hellish extreme coldness that they could not hope to escape. The poison extended inside out, and neither vigor nor pure vigor could nullify it. The symptoms were exactly the symptoms Dahok exhibited: unresponsive to any stimulus as he was left completely paralyzed. They would lay in a vegetative state while going through hell, and their mind would eventually break under torment, killing themselves to be free.

But seeing the knight's thunderstruck reaction now to this mirrored miniature image, no doubt could possibly remain over parentage. Ignoring the spasms of discomfort the movement cost, I gentled eased upright and retraced steps separating us, my manner regally serene meeting his tumultuous stare. "Sir Frost, Supreme Commander of Valor, last scion of your noble line. I present young lord Kevin Ortega, your blood-bonded son and irrefutable heir." Ceremony dictated the sire now acknowledge offspring formally before clan and ancestors. But beneath ritual words lay my own silent promise. The choice rested in Frost's hands alone whether to claim himself ready to embrace such profound responsibilit