Primal Frost Illusion Novels & Stories

It moves inside my head, brushing against thoughts I didn’t know I had, prying open doors I kept locked for centuries of blood and breath. You burned the leash. You broke their chain. You taste of ruin and rebirth. Perfect. Its smile fractures the world. A thousand teeth. A thousand eyes. A thousand lies. Kael moves before I can breathe, before I can think—shadow screaming as he lunges, blade a jagged crescent of night aimed at the thing’s throat. If it even has a throat. It doesn’t matter. The Primordial catches the strike. With its hand. No. Not a hand. Something that only looks like one if you squint through a thousand illusions. Fingers curl around Kael’s blade as if it were a reed of gr

I roared, stepping in front of the huddled Pack. I reached for the Vespera pulse, but it was cold. The "Dead Zone" was working against me. There was no "Source" to fuel my darkness. I was just a girl on a mountain, facing the gods of the System. Silas lunged forward, his obsidian blades flickering weakly. "You aren't taking her!" A Hunter simply looked at him. One of the Prisms floated toward Silas, and as it touched his shadow, Silas didn't fall—he **Froze**. He was turned into a "Static-Image," a 2D photograph of himself, pinned against the canyon wall.

The blizzard was the perfect counter against the flying beasts, but he had to hold it as long as he could. Arth folded his wings as the strong wind almost pulled him towards the tornado. The magic circle he had stood in grew colder and colder until frost expanded all over the ground. It ran and spread like a water flow, covering the soil, dust, and rocks with white frost. It caught Arth’s feet also, the frost climbing to his legs. But he felt no pain at all, only numbness ... and comfort from the cold that embraced him. Arth found his hands and arms becoming pale, his vision slowly weaving. It told him he had reached his limits.

She had to believe that. "I have hope in him, Emily," Paoli ground out between clenched teeth. "But I choose to be honest with myself. I buried many people when William rebelled as a young man. I continue to help him dispose of bodies when he slips up, even now. His hunting instincts are strong. Stronger than any other immortal because they were born into him. If he claims you, like he should have done immediately," he bit out the last bit angrily, word by word. "It may finally give him the control he's always lacked. But first, he has to survive this. Being drained of blood will leave him in agony, and his instincts will be in full force. I don't know if he can get control back." For the fi

she muttered. "Indeed it is. So, what do you say we go celebrate your new job?" Frost asked showing an evil smirk. Chassy really thinks that this Frost is a mist. From the way he is to the way he would sneak in her room. She's not to doubt him, he is the mist.Chassy raised a brow at Frost. "You can't trick me. If I were you I'd just disappear," she said, taking her stuffs and walked away from Frost. But he followed her.

He couldn’t control his movements at all. Silver Frost was a type of martial arts that had the element of ice where every move would release air as cold as ice.

Overall, it was beautiful and deceivingly idyllic. He mentally drew from that pool of liquid and felt the ice crawl through his veins with a thrilling chill. The air around him dropped in temperature and the blades of grass around his feet frosted over. He pushed out and felt the frost racing out in front of him towards his opponents. Kari opened his eyes while continuing to draw from his reserve of ice. He could faintly make out his tattoo glowing silver under his long sleeves at the edge of his vision. It pulsed brighter and brighter the more power he drew and held onto.

She never knew she had this strength … no … it wasn’t her … it was the presence that possessed her body. Then the frost expanded on Sargan’s shoulders, then to his arms, then to his whole body. “What … no … no!” the Emperor yelled out, but the frost kept on spreading and spreading until it froze his mouth, his nose, his eyes, and his entire head. He was left with cold, blue skin—even his eyes, and teeth turned into frost.

I was surprised. She looked classic and just like Capon, she adorned her neck and fingers with a little too much jewellery. Different kinds of bangles dangled in her wrists that I imagined the clank clank sound coming out each time she moved her hands. Her face was masked with a heavy makeup that looked cakey and uneven. I couldn't let myself imagine what it would look like if she mistakenly got drenched in rain. It would be a disaster. But that was the least of my worries as she had turned towards me now and was shooting me a glare.

I tried to defend him/ "Aurora," "Can you let me be?" I found myself speaking up for the fist "Aurora..." I was not going to keep quiet this time, "I just want to talk to someone without feeling like an outcast." I said, on the brink of tears. "No one is making you feel an outcast." He looked at me like I was being delusional. "Easy for you to say..." I tried to mutter that under my breath but it came out more audibly than I had planned.