Primal Frost Illusion Novels & Stories

"The more you save them, the more you break. By the time the eclipse ends, you'll be nothing but a pile of violet dust, and the mountain will be mine to rebuild." "Then we'll be dust together," I said. I dropped to the floor, landing between Killian and the surviving wolves. I wasn't hovering anymore. I was heavy. My footsteps cracked the obsidian floor. I walked toward him, every movement a battle against the paralysis of the Frost. Killian drew a blade of pure, liquid silver—the Primary Conduit. "You think your love for these dogs makes you strong? It makes you a target." He lunged. The blade met my forearm, and the sound was like a hammer hitting an anvil. The silver rot flared, trying to

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.

Jace hands her his black t-shirt, before turning his back to us, still holding his jacket out in front of him. I get up, dipping my head down, resting my forehead against the cool wet blades, focusing on the human within. Willing my wolf to retreat. I slowly retract my claws and canines, pawing at the ground and licking my teeth as they do. My bones swiftly and smoothly shorten their length, seeming to gliding into each other, like the rods of a tent as they click into place. I can feel my wolf melt away along with my fur, and shiver at the cold breeze blowing over my bare naked body.

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.

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.

The crystal was warm. That's what Raven noticed first before the agony, before everything shattered into fragments. Warmth radiating from the structure like it was alive, patient in a way that made her skin crawl. She placed her hands against it anyway. The integration didn't ease in gently. It hit like a physical blow to her mind, like something massive had been holding back and suddenly released. Seven lifetimes of memories crashed through her awareness at once not organized, not sequential, just chaos. Seven people's experiences, emotions, knowledge, all screaming into existence simultaneously.

I managed to choke out. He didn't look. He was staring through the frosted glass, his pupils blown wide, reflecting a shadow that wasn't there. A visual ripple distorted the air—a massive, translucent silhouette of a wolf, the First Prime, manifested from the frost itself. Its eyes were two voids of white fire. The hallucination didn't just hit him. It hit me.