Modern Jack Frost Novels & Stories

Jack crawled to a standing position, his clothes torn and ratty, his body bruised from the hellfire. His icy stare narrowed in on Demetria and then Jane. "There is the mutt that started all of my problems. The one that took my pendant. You think I'm scared because you're a hybrid." Jane snarled. Jack grinned. "You're going to regret the day your dad ever screwed your mother, mutt." He took a few steps, bracing his arms at the array of creatures ready to kill him, and whispered under his breath. Demetria felt the earth cracking beneath

no one dared to speak out. Only one person spoke frankly, mocking, "Thief cries 'stop thief.' Mrs. Frost, the esteemed president's wife of the Frost family, has stooped so low as to plagiarize from her own designer and turn the tables! This is truly disgraceful!" "Shut up!" Jessica angrily stood up, shamelessly saying, "Since you know I'm Mrs. Frost, how dare you spread rumors? Don't you want to stay in Jelaston?!" With that, she glared at me fiercely, turned on her slender high heels, and left in a huff—a clear retreat.

He smirked She began working on him and for the first time, she saw him close his eyes with his mouth wide open in pleasure. "Do you like that?" He grabbed her and pinned her inserting himself into her. "Do you like this?!" he groaned. "Zaylee how are you?" a voice rang from the other end of the call. "Am okay Jazz" "Did it work out?" "Ye, but I don't think..." "Stop Zaylee" jazz yelled "I don't appreciate your negativity" "It's just that...." "No matter how tough he seems to be he will meltdown just a little longer you will have him fully"

"I...I just sensed it. He looks a bit different. Jack never crops his hair short." Flint nodded, but I knew the wheels were turning in his head and he wasn't believing a word I was saying, "I'm not sure how you came to this bizarre conclusion, Miss Frazer but I can assure you that the man we have in the asylum is, in fact, Jackson Wolfe. You're either trying to put us on a wrong trail or repeating the words Jackson drilled into you. I must admit, the twin brother troupe is so fucking outlandish, pardon the curse word. I find it more hilarious than the Kevin Hart movie I watched with my wife the other day." "Why is it so hard to believe this?"

Jack sat back on the bar stool. His eyes were big. He ran his hands through his brown hair. Did he hear Mr. Gibson correctly? He was Henry Kingsley? No! He was Jack. He's always been Jack. This was impossible! Mr. Gibson must be wrong. He must have him confused with someone else. "Mr. Gibson, I'm sorry, but you must be mistaken. My name is Jack. I grew up at Old George Orphanage. I'm no Kingsley descendant, I'm sure of it."

And their real leader? Lucas himself. Austin let out a low whistle, crossing his arms. "Looks like our new recruit just won the lottery." Casey didn’t respond. She knew what was happening—Lucas was testing her. He didn’t expect her to last. He was waiting for her to fail. Austin gestured towards a tall, broad-shouldered man standing nearby. "Casey, meet Jason Heron. Acting leader of Team One when the boss isn’t around." Jason stepped forward, his sharp green eyes scanning her critically. He didn’t offer a handshake. "He won’t last a day," he muttered.

The frosted glass door of the Jack-and-Jill bathroom remained deadbolted, but the heavy, suffocating scent of wintergreen and dark cologne had seeped under the doorframe, poisoning the sterile air of my bedroom. I threw off the heavy charcoal linens, my bruised ribs protesting the sudden movement. I didn't shower. I didn't even turn on the lights. I dressed in the dark, pulling on a faded grey hoodie and my dark jeans, moving with the rigid, mechanical efficiency that had kept me alive for twenty years. By five-fifteen, I was pushing through the heavy double doors of the university ice arena.

Tiny crystals of frost formed along the window frame. In his dream, Finn stood on a massive frozen lake. The sky above him glowed with swirling blue light. The ice beneath his feet stretched endlessly in every direction. A distant voice echoed softly across the frozen surface. “Awaken…” Finn blinked in confusion. “Hello?” The ice beneath him glowed brighter. “Awaken… heir of frost…” Outside the Cabin Jake stepped onto the porch. The frozen lake glowed faintly now, its surface alive with shifting patterns of pale blue light.

Charlotte woke slowly, consciousness returning in pieces. First came the faint hum of morning traffic outside her window. Then the heaviness in her limbs; the kind that came from emotional exhaustion more than physical tiredness. Finally, her eyes opened to the sight of her small living room… and the half-eaten birthday cake sitting on the table. Vanilla sponge. Chocolate frosting. A small slice missing from the side where she had attacked it with a fork sometime past midnight. She stared at it for a long moment, unsure whether to laugh or cringe. The candle she’d used;a random leftover from some forgotten event, was melted and leaning sadly to one side.

Jack said to his mother and she smiled. "Of course!" She waved her hands at us and turned to her husband. Jack grabbed my hand and we walked hand in hand through the mansion. It was a weird feeling that I was beginning to enjoying. Our footsteps echoed in the spacious hallways. The soft glow of the chandeliers danced in our eyes as we ascended the sweeping staircase to the balcony. "Fuck! It's beautiful here..." I trailed off as a single snowflake landed on my hand, followed by others. Snowflakes fluttered down from the darkened sky, creating a beautiful white ground as we stood at the balcony's edge. The icy air tickled my cheeks, and I leaned into Jack's warmth, seeking refuge from the uns