Modern Jack Frost Novels & Stories

“Slowly… once it reaches the heart.” “And Frost?” Jack pressed. “Does it freeze them?” he asked, although it was more of a statement than a question. Zelda hesitated before nodding. “How is that different to father’s current state?” Jack knitted his brows in confusion. “Currently his entire body is frozen in time.” Zelda explained patiently “But the poison works differently. It spreads gradually… freezing wherever it touches. Each affected part dies, one by one, as the frost potion advances.” Silence fell over the cave like an oppressive storm, the heaviness that was filling their hearts spilling onto their faces.

Saliva dripped like tar from their jaws, and their movements were jerky, twitching unnaturally. “Possessed!” I shouted. Rhett shifted in a blink, a blur of black fur and bared fangs. I called on the cold, let it surge through my veins. It was stronger now—more obedient. A smooth surge of winter power spread outward, coating the earth in frost. The wolves lunged.

"The contract doesn't cover the fact that half the hockey team is sitting at the outdoor café right now, watching to see if I actually bagged the campus ghost or if the blog was lying." Jaxson raised his free hand, waving casually toward a table of large boys in matching St. Jude track jackets. "Look at them and pretend you like me." "I am an analytical thinker, Jaxson. I cannot simulate affection on command." "Just copy what normal people do." "Normal people do not sign five-thousand-dollar-a-week fake dating contracts to protect a broken hockey player's draft prospects." Jaxson choked on a breath, his grip tightening slightly. "Christ. Keep your voice down."

What the fuck happened to that? “B-but –!” he spluttered, “We match!” “No, you don't. You two looked like you're going to a fucking funeral with all that black like it was some inside joke and it's not even funny!” Harry complained, tossing a dark blue hoodie his way, “Wear this instead and look like Jack Frost!” He grunted, “Why do I have to look like Jack Frost?” “Well, duh!” Harry stuck his tongue out, “Because he’s hot!”

She’s never been chosen before, not by her real parents, or her adoptive ones, her unlucky streaks with relationships and friendships has molded her mind that she was simply not made to be chosen by anyone. Until winter came early or rather a disgruntled and curious immortal.. Something inhuman walks through her door. And he calls himself Jack Frost! Jack is cold in ways that have nothing to do with the weather, he’s beautiful in a way that feels deliberate, ancient, ethereal and patient in a way that feels dangerous. He watches her like he’s been waiting, like she’s something he’s already chosen and he doesn’t ask permission to come closer. He smells like snowfall and silence, looks like so

The silence in the house was getting way too awkward. “Hi guys…” he said. “So I’m Frost…and I’m very grateful to you all for accepting me into your house. I love it here. It’s very warm down here unlike the North…terribly cold.” “Northern wolves usually like the cold,” Sebastian said, staring Xavier down. “I know right?” Xavier laughed uneasy. “That is why we’re called the North pack right?” “The Ice pack,” Jon corrected eyeing him. “You are one weird guy. We would get along fine. Come along, I’ve got the latest season of AOT on my flash, you’d love to watch it. Wait, you’re following AOT right?”

“Hi, Mr. Frost! My name is Harper Sinclair, and I’m calling to see if your company is currently looking for new representation?” “New representation?” he repeats. His voice dances with a sudden, rich amusement. “What is it that you believe you can do for me, Miss Sinclair?” The playful banter catches me off guard. James Frost is the legendary, ruthless billionaire CEO of Frost Industries. I expected an abrasive, intimidating old man, but this voice sounds shockingly young, vibrant, and undeniably flirtatious. “Well, I'd love to show you,” I say, crossing my fingers tightly under the desk. “Would you be interested in meeting with me to discuss this in person?”

“That is not handling it. That is freezing. I have watched you freeze for that man since twenty-three and I am not doing it again. I do not care if he sues me for a phone. I care that he’s still acting nonchalant like he still has any right over you.” A woman with a stroller cut around us and gave me a look. I stepped closer to the brick wall and lowered my voice anyway, because this city was small and my job was public and I could already see the clip in my head. Maya Rivera dumps coffee on prominent sports agent. Local team nutritionist also pictured.

Five years after my parents' divorce, I met my mother at school. She had just finished a parent-teacher meeting for her stepdaughter, who was the top student in the grade, and was beaming with joy. The moment she saw me, her expression darkened. "Do you always come to school dressed like this? This is how your father is raising you?" She handed me a business card and said in a condescending tone, "Take this. Tell your father that I'll enroll you in the international program right away if he's willing to admit his mistake. It's better than staying in the regular program and struggling." I did not take it and took a few steps back. "No thanks, Ms. Stroll." She frowned, her eyes filled with

"If I understand anything about human customs Jackson, that's a date." "It's complicated." "What's complicated?" I could hear an edge in his voice. "Either you want to go or you don't." "She just asked to spend time with me Frost," I said, defensive now. "I can't just cancel on her." "I'm not asking you to cancel." Frost stood abruptly, pulling his hand from mine. "You should go. You should live your normal life. Do normal things with normal people." "Frost—" "I mean it." His eyes flashed gold for just a second, that same otherworldly gleam I'd seen when he created the ice storm. "Don't let me stop you."