Primal Frost Illusion Novels & Stories

A cruel trick of the moon. There was no other way my partner of three years—the man I was supposed to run a pack with—could be inside that room, shifted halfway into his primal form, knotting my best friend on the very rug I’d bought him for his birthday. Why would my eyes do this to me? Was it a punishment for every late-night training session at the Navarro Memorial Stadium? For every hour I spent obsessing over hockey drills instead of him? My own biology was playing a sadistic game, showing me a betrayal so filthy it poisoned the air.

POV EMMA BELLE The first natural frost arrived at midnight, but it wasn't the sparkling, kinetic ice of my childhood. This was Heavy Frost—thick, grey, and suffocating. It didn't melt when it touched the skin; it drew the heat out of the blood. Across the Golden Plains, the grass turned brittle and white, and the Emerald Sea began to grow a skin of black, unmoving slush.

Title- Winter Fairy Class- Empress of Frost Element- Divine Ice (GRADE III), Light (Grade II), Polar Ice (Grade II) Level 181 HP: 16800 DEF: 3900 ATK: 9820 Mana: 7500 Speed: 74 [Skill: Swift Spell casting, Ice Shards, Conjure, Cold Breeze, Storm of Ice, Blizzard, Ring of Frost, Cryo Armour, Divine Star, Ice Prison, Absolute Zero,Glacial Cataclysm,Frostbite Apocalypse…] {Arctic Cold Domain - Complete} The silver-haired woman was as breathtakingly beautiful as I remembered, perhaps even more so with a hint of mature allure. Yet, to my surprise, she was glaring at me with an intensity that seemed out of place.

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

Not only was it extremely realistic, but the layers on it made it hard to tell if it was real or fake. In fact, if Depravity had not yelled, Andrius might have suffered a severe loss. "Of course." Depravity said cautiously, "The Primordial Unity Pearl's illusion is a materialized illusion. It's incredibly strong and on par with the illusions during a divine tribulation. That's why this object is very effective when resisting the illusions of a divine tribulation." Andrius suddenly understood. It turned out that this thing had such a wonderful use. It was indeed surprising.

His soul power kept checking for hidden energy in his body, and he finally found something. There was a hint of ice in his Frosty Flame, which Philip recalled should be something he got from his time in that illusion. He snorted coldly, and with one thought, the Frosty Flame burned away the trace of ice. Despite that, a warcraft coincidentally caught up with him. Without further ado, Philip fired. Huge fluctuations came from the Phantom warcraft, causing the space to vibrate. The warcraft in pursuit was extremely nimble and flew past Philip’s warcraft.

Susan Jackson has always aspired to be a successful fashion designer. Unfortunately that dream was beginning to look impossible after numerous rejection from the number one fashion company in New York. Faced with the opportunity to compete with various students for the opportunity to finally become a designer in the Beautyspy fashion company. Susan will do anything to make sure her dreams come true, even if it means working closely with her old crush Joseph Crown, CEO of Beautyspy fashion company and her despicable step sister Amelia Friday.

Frost was found two hours later. A security team to the coordinates Vael gave, a compact site that read as a decommissioned water treatment facility from the outside and was something considerably older inside, and the real Frost in a suspended hold exactly as Vael had described — sitting, breathing, eyes closed, dreamless. He woke inside sixty seconds of the hold being released and spent the first twenty minutes being deeply confused and the next hour being extremely focused, which was, Ava had learned, simply his personality on a sliding scale.

I exhaled in irritation and scowled. “It would be nice if you shared your knowledge with those affected,” I mumbled but they both shook their heads. “We can't interfere with people's destiny, but can tell you that you would be the first female his highness can't freeze during intimacy.” Furrowing my brow I snorted rudely and growled, “Bullshit, Frost freezes all the women he has tried to bed and is a virgin of sorts?” Both witches gave me a stern scowl and in unison said, “Yes, that's what we are saying.”

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.