Primal Frost Illusion Novels & Stories

It was cold—frigid, even—and it was slowly but steadily freezing her heart and other vital organs. In his mind, Danial searched the vast repository of knowledge from his inheritance and found the explanation: Miss Kirk possessed a rare condition known as the Frostborn Physique. This was no ordinary affliction—it was a unique and powerful physique that caused the body to continuously generate frost energy whenever she cultivated. The Frostborn Physique grew stronger with each cultivation session, making it increasingly difficult to control and maintain the frost energy. Left unchecked, this energy could potentially freeze her from the inside out, a slow and painful process that could ultimate

The frost pushed against my ribs, trying to burst through, trying to escape the prison I had made for it. "No," I growled. My voice came out distorted, layered with something that was not human. The beast bloodline was responding, surging up from my core to reinforce my crumbling control. My eyes shifted to silver. My fingernails darkened into claws. The frost hesitated. It remembered me now, remembered the last time I had awakened. It did not want to fight that again. I pushed back. The glacier held. The frost settled. And when the freeze ended, I was still standing.

I lay in bed staring at the ceiling, knowing sleep wouldn't come easily because tomorrow I returned to real life; campus, classes, work. Just as I was finally drifting off, I heard a sound from the living room, a low pained groan that made my blood run cold and I rushed out to find Frost on the floor, convulsing, his eyes blazing pure gold. "Frost!" I dropped to my knees beside him. His body was changing, his hands becoming clawed, his teeth sharpening. His skin shimmered. "Jackson," Frost gasped, his voice distorted and terrified, "get away, I can't, I can't control—"

“I am real, Milo. I am very, very real.” “No, you’re in my dream. You’re just a woman I made up,” the wolf growled low and deep and the throbbing in his wrist intensified. “What more must Destroyer and I have to do to convince you that we are real?” “Destroyer? What the hell kind of name is ‘destroyer’? That has got to be something I made up,” he argued, even as he readjusted her so that he pulled her coat back a little, revealing a thick embroidered bodice and pushed up breasts that, even when blue with cold, pulled at his attention. He licked his lips. Because of the cold.

With shivering and shaking legs and hands, I manage to once more start the car and drive as per George's instructions. “I'll kill you fool, frame your bitch of a wife then take all your properties starting with this machine!” He threatens. Something in me tells me that he ain't bluffing. I'm even afraid to look at him but what I know is that his eyes are berry red and the seriousness on his face freaks the shit out of me. “You can't do this to me bro. I'll give you anything you want. Just name it!” I try to reason with him pleadingly.

It won't be a big deal, right? Should I just cooperate with him for this once, anyhow, I was dying to taste those lips too. I closed my eyes and lifted my head a bit. But I felt a jerk as his hands reached out for the hoodie, lifting it slightly. I froze. Wasn't he talking about a kiss? Then why was he undressing me? What the hell have I brought myself into? *****************

Emily stepped forward, her voice steady, "Liam, you are a wise and compassionate leader. We've seen you guide us through countless challenges, and we trust you with our lives. Don't let this illusion weaken your resolve." Encouraged by Emily's words, Liam pushed aside the illusion, his confidence restored. As they journeyed further, the pack encountered illusions that tempted them with visions of grandeur and power, meant to distract them from their mission. But each time, they saw through the deceptions, realizing that true power came from preserving the natural world and protecting its delicate balance. As they approached the heart of the frozen realm, the illusions intensified, trying to

I felt the weight of everyone’s gaze, Alex and Elysia watching from the clearing edge, Remy stepping closer, silent as always. Remy’s eyes narrowed. “Frostfire,” he said softly. “It hasn’t appeared in generations.” I blinked at him. “Frostfire?” He nodded slowly. “A rare manifestation of Phoenix energy. Powerful. Unpredictable. Dangerous if left unchecked.” The flames pulsed once, then collapsed into nothing, leaving frost on the ground, shimmering faintly in the sunlight. My breath came in quick, sharp bursts. “You’re… extraordinary,” Twix murmured, studying me carefully. “You’ve inherited something beyond anyone’s expectations.”

I curled up in a corner, praying for some warmth. This place used to store frozen seafood. Now, it was just empty shelves and icy air. I stacked the shelves around me, a futile attempt to block the cold. It was useless. When I realized I was dead, a wave of despair washed over me. Seeing my frost-covered body, eyes wide with terror, and bloody nails, I felt a bone-chilling shock. Just as I was about to take a closer look, a force pulled me away, and I found myself standing next to Ean.

She commented. I spent the next few seconds tense as I watched Frost in pain and I was unable to help her. With in a few minutes, Mirra wiped the black tears that had leaved a trail down her cheeks and when Frost finally opened her eyes, the frost blue eyes I loved are no longer frost blur but peach black. "Well? Did it work?" Frost asked to which Mirra nodded her head. I was a bit annoyed that it worked. Because if it hadn't, then Frost would have been forced to abandon this ridiculous mission and she will have to trust me with it.