Modern Jack Frost Novels & Stories

General Valencia said as he smiled while looking at the emotionless face of his niece, and he then looked at the snow wolf beast who was following his niece. Hearing that, Frost glanced at the snow wolf beast beside her. Seeing her gaze, the beast plopped its huge body onto the carpeted floor. Rolled over and showed its belly towards Frost. It clearly wants Frost to rub its tummy. And it had this stupid expression face like saying, 'Do you see how soft my tummy looks? I am giving you the permission to rub it human.' Frost can feel the vein on her head throbbing just by looking at it. She then said in an emotionless voice, "Hmm, it looks pretty dumb."

"So that's it, huh." Jack nodded, a strange, small satisfaction flickering behind his eyes. His father drew back his fist and lunged - but Jack merely flinched as Frank passed straight through him, stumbling back through the kitchen and through Gordon before falling out the back door. Gordon felt a sudden chill and rubbed his arms, glancing around as though he might catch sight of whatever had caused it. *It's really cold in here,* he thought, shutting the back door and telling himself it was just the draft.

It didn’t take us long to get there, and when we pulled up Jarren and I made quick work of putting all of the presents in the bag. I rang the doorbell and was greeted by Gloria, the house mother. We left the bag in the hallway as she led the way into the living room, where all of the kids were gathered watching Frosty the Snowman. They were all so into the movie that they hadn’t noticed us. “Frosty the Snowman isn’t as awesome as Jack Frost,” Jarren stated. “Is so!” Little Sara shouted. Then she whipped her head around and jumped out of her seat. “Princess!” she screamed, running over to me. She wrapped her little arms around my waist. Well, as far as they would go and proceeded to squeeze t

Then pounding. Everyone froze. "Something's outside," Marcus said, grabbing the handgun. "Probably debris," Catherine said. "Or ice shifting." The pounding continued. Then a voice—muffled, weak: "Please... let me in..." "It's one of them," the elderly woman's daughter said. "The ones who walked out." Marcus opened the door cautiously. Harold's widow stumbled in, frost-covered, barely conscious. "Changed my mind," she gasped. "Too cold. Couldn't do it."

Jack stood at the head of the table, his slender fingers dancing across the hard-light interface. He was in his element. For nineteen years, Jack’s delicate nature and love for beauty had been a curse, a reason for his father’s men to hunt him through the freezing mud. Here, it was the law. He wore a flowing, immaculate tunic of woven white silk, his chameleon skin radiating a constant, warm pink luminescence. With every swipe of his hand, physical Pink Blossoms cascaded from his wrists, dissolving into the holographic projection and rewriting the city’s architecture.

He cared less about the people that had been carried away by the mighty flood that Frost had created. “What the heck are you doing?” Minrad snapped at Frost when he landed and got off the bird. His appearance was admittedly shocking. He was completely bald and his clothes were blood stained. “Ash is no longer lord, get out of here.” Minrad waved as if that was all it took to get Frost to leave. Frost wasted no time in arguing. He attacked with frozen balls from his fists, something Minrad had no idea he possessed. He was fast enough to dodge it thanks to his senses as lord.

Jack's POV When my dad came back he give me good news "we are having dinner with the frost family tomorrow. "I was so happy to see my mate but he added "with Wilson family also because of we both collaborate with frost this time. but" he looked at me and said" but dinner is at frost's house and very less people are invited there. So be ready for dinner at 8:30 PM ." Noah's POV Today there is good news and bad news. The good news is that I am having dinner with the frost family. Bad news that Jack Martin is also going to be there but even though it's ok.

she says and leaves my room. I propped up the pillow nicely, lay my head down slowly, and closed my eyes. Not long after that, I started drifting off into the darkness… “I, Jake Currington, future Alpha of the Dark Moon pack, reject you, April Robinson, as my mate and future Luna of this pack.” Those words haunted me even in my dreams, and just like that, my eyes snapped open. Ugh, I knew what followed. I had lived it; there was no need to dream about it, either.

I can smell him, warm and spicy, which is so funny given his cold, remote personality and his name. “You should stop being such a creeper,” I say, eyes still closed. “One day, you’ll sneak into the wrong room and get a one-way ticket to hell.” He doesn’t respond. I open my eyes and zero in on Frost standing beyond the thick metal bars. His eyes glitter in the ambient light coming from the window, but his body is nothing more than a shadow on a darker background. He’s still in his sweats, snowflakes coating his hoodie and his pale hair like tiny glistening stars.

Violet turned her head to the side. "More like a million times." Jasmine walked up, her dark hair in a high ponytail and green eyes full of challenge. "And let's not forget that you sneeze so loud that it could quite possibly pierce someone's eardrums." "Dramatic." Drake turned to walk to his office. "When you witches decide you're not going to gang up on me, just let me know and I'll come back out. Halloween was a few weeks back. Put up your brooms before you scare the customers."