Marvel Deacon Frost Novels & Stories

Marcel: The moment I sensed the fear in my woman’s scent, something in me snapped. Not the beast. Something colder. Deadlier. No one, not a single fucking soul, was going to scare her… not as long as I was breathing, and I was going to be sure that everyone knew that. Viktor Volkov stood across the courtyard like he had every right to be there, like he hadn’t once placed a bounty on his own daughter’s head. His expression was calm, almost amused.

I gasped, stepping back. The largest wolf shifted, its body shrinking and changing until a tall man with long, silver hair stood before me. He wore a leather jacket with the Resistance symbol on the back, but his eyes were pure, animal yellow. "My name is Logan Frost," the man said. He wiped silver blood from his mouth and looked at the monitor. "And we’re the ones the Board forgot to delete. We’re the rejected mates of the Hive, Hazel. And we’re here for our revenge." He reached out a hand, but he wasn't looking at me. He was looking at the gold heart pinned to my shirt.

"I want to take this time to remember our mother... Luna Anya Gayly Frost." A heavy, emotional hush swept the stands. Off to the side, Maddox closed his eyes and bowed his head, while Reagan instinctively reached for Xander's hand, threading her fingers tightly through his. "This festival was the one time of year where she shone her brightest," Zyan continued. A raw, aching tenderness bled into his authoritative tone as he remembered her laughter during the games, and how easily she drew the pack together. "The past eight months have been incredibly hard on the Frost Pack. Our family alone suffered a devastating loss."

Every part of him radiated power. His black coat reached his knees, trimmed with silver fur around the collar. Snowflakes landed on his dark hair before quickly melting. Yet it was his eyes that stole her breath. Those cold blue eyes. Eyes that looked completely devoid of warmth. Completely devoid of mercy. As though the world had failed him so many times that he no longer cared about anything it offered. For a long moment, nobody spoke. Nobody moved. Then Froz slowly descended the staircase. Each step echoed through the enormous hall.

"Yeah. She is a high-born female from the Frost pack. The legal lines will be hard to bend because her family is too powerful." The Frost pack? Abbott licks his front teeth, his eyes going wide. "The same Frost family that controls the Pioneer Arena and the elite hockey leagues?" "Elowen Frost," Terry spits. The name hangs in the quiet room like a cloud of poison. The Frost family had two strong sons, but everyone in the Expanse remembers the big news from a few years ago when their lost daughter was brought back to the main den. The cabin goes completely silent. The only sound left is the quiet breathing of four wolves in the dark.

He can't exactly ask in the middle of a fight. Unless... Connor shifts back to human. "What's your real name, champion?" Frost laughs. "Foolish child. As if I'd tell you." "Then tell me this—do you even have a name beyond what they gave you? Or are you just their puppet?" The champion's eyes flash with something that might be anger. "I am Frost. I am Champion. I am the High Court's Will made manifest." "But were you always? Or were you someone else before they bound you?"

Every day that passed was louder than the last, every night much shorter than the one before it. Frost found time to come around despite his strong engagements as the Alpha of his pack. He stayed close, helping Maya with batch calibrations, and also helping the contracted trucks with distribution routes. Even when Damon's limbs were claimed by the weakness caused by his failing health, Frost helped him to his feet. Damon was fading, and we could all see it. Some days he was as strong as ever, other days he could barely stay standing. But we all tried to push through. We really had to.

He had convinced himself as much as he had his brother: Celeste was the root of this threat. The Enforcers arrived at the Frost estate not long after-wolves in dark armor, their silver insignias gleaming. But they were not alone. Callen Frost was already there, his sharp eyes gleaming behind thin spectacles, his expression as severe as the moonlit blade at his hip. At his side, Alpha Rowan, patriarch of the Frosts, strode forward with quiet authority, Luna Eveline just behind him.

My heart ached. Even after my death, Kenneth still didn’t trust me. Someone had leaked the tragic state of my corpse in the hospital online, causing an uproar. The entire pack was in shock. Everyone whispered among themselves. Their most revered Alpha, Kenneth, had frozen his own Luna to death. In fact, it wasn't just in any season, but it was in the middle of the scorching summer. Everyone knew that the freezer had been faulty long ago. But how could a faulty freezer, left unused for years, still be capable of freezing a living, breathing Luna, who was a warrior with top-tier combat ability, to death?

This time it was a different voice—female, older, carrying the particular cadence of someone used to managing complicated situations. "Dr. Sterling." Not a question. "I'm Elara. I represent the Starborn Council. We need to discuss what you actually are." Raven's grip on the phone tightened. "I'm human." "You're not," Elara replied calmly. "You're a dormant Starborn who's been suppressing her consciousness for seven years. And the man currently dying outside your location is an alpha who bonded with you before you fully suppressed your identity. Which means his survival depends on your cooperation whether you like it or not."