Primal Frost Illusion Novels & Stories

They are talking about me. I look down at my hand, imagining my flesh rotting, peeling away to reveal stark white bone. I shake my head, expelling the intrusive thought. "I would suggest not using words like that around her. Not right now," Roel mutters. The wall is cold against my back as I lean closer to the archway. I'm desperately trying to fight off the itching in my nose from the flowers that seem to be spawning everywhere around me. "It has to be magic," Crimson hisses.

I didn't know what to say or do again to avoid another slap. "You have to go deliver the package now." He yelled and i scurried away. I'm dirty,hungry and I feel irritated. I saw the package which was lying on the center table in the living room. I picked it up and went outside. I streched and looked up in the sky. It was bright just like my Luna. I miss her so much and wish all of these hadn't happen. That evil witch killed my Luna and made me marry her and now her brother sees me as a delivery man.

Grant Gonas is the man the underworld fears and the business world admires. As the CEO of GONAS, a multibillion-dollar empire built over generations, he is known for his intelligence, discipline, and ruthless decisions. But beneath the image of a respected businessman lies a terrifying secret—Grant is the head of one of the most powerful mafia families in America. Feared as The Frozen Beast, he has no room for emotions, no patience for love, and no intention of letting anyone close enough to become his weakness. A high-stakes business meeting takes Grant from Los Angeles to San Diego, where he chooses to travel without the luxury and security that usually surround him. One rainy afternoon,

The dark plasma didn't just block kinetic attacks—it actively devoured the kinetic energy of the incoming drones, pulling them into a tight, controlled gravitational vortex directly above their heads! At the exact same moment, Clara stepped within his shadow canopy, extending her right palm upward through the dark plasma. "Divine Celestial Frost: Glacial Shatter!" A colossal wave of white-gold frost-fire erupted from her palm, passing seamlessly through Dominic's dark plasma without a single point of elemental friction. The sub-zero frost instantly flash-froze all one hundred drones mid-air, locking their hard-light cores in solid crystalline ice! At that moment, one-year-old Prince Silas le

Frost shimmered along the edges of the injuries, blue white and unnatural, as if the flesh had been frozen rather than cut. "We cannot stop the bleeding!" Elias shouted, the pack’s chronicler, his hands shaking over the wounded man. "This is not natural cold. It freezes the blood in his veins before we can close the wounds." My Alpha’s fists clenched until his knuckles went white. I saw the muscles in his back tighten. He looked like a predator ready to strike, unable to see his enemy. "I have to help him," he growled, his voice deeper than any human sound. "I have to burn the frost out of him."

It shimmers too bright, rippling across my skin like liquid fire. Hands — warm, impossibly warm — grab my shoulders. The pain eases. My body goes limp. The cold fades. The water disappears and darkness swallows me. ----- Coldness. I could still feel it, even after everything went dark. It clung to me — inside me — as if the water had carved itself into my bones. My vision was a blur of shapes and light. I wasn’t sure if I was dreaming or dead. Soft, glowing orbs floated above me, pulsing like heartbeats. They weren’t lights, not really. They looked… alive.

The storm was not natural; it was a Primal Frost: a sentient hunger that clawed at the ship’s resonance shielding. Maya stood at the center of the bridge: her violet eyes wide and glowing with a permanent: golden light. She was the bridge: the tectonic link that kept us connected to the Silver Moon and the Southern Isles. But as we reached the edge of the continental shelf: I saw her face pale: her body beginning to tremble with the strain.

Crash! I stood over the fractured ice once more and swung the axe with every last ounce of strength. I hadn’t removed the camera from my helmet. Immediately realizing what I was doing, Luna screeched, "Sophie, are you crazy?!" I ignored her, continuing to raise my numb arms and swing them down, mechanically repeating the motions until… Crack! With a sharp crack, the ice split completely apart, exposing the heating pipe underneath. Taking aim, I lifted the axe high—

The frostlands quaked under the pulse of magic. Ice shattered into jagged shards, snow whipped into blinding storms, and the battlefield had become an impossible tangle of frost, flame, and shadow. Kael’s vision flickered between the twins, Lyra, and the advancing enemy. The twins moved independently now, frost curling in coils of deadly precision, flames stabbing through the air with uncanny accuracy. They weren’t children, they were forces of nature, unpredictable, untethered, yet aligned with Lyra’s will.

He wasn't just a Primal, he was the anchor for the power I was using. "The Frost-Peak is a day's march from here," the Reawakened commander reported. "Fenris has begun the Sun-ritual. They have the King suspended in the Solstice Chamber. The mirrors are focused on his heart. By tomorrow's sunset, the shadow-wolf will be ash." "Then we don't march," I said, looking at the silver-eyed army standing in the courtyard. "We run." I looked at my hands. They were no longer blue. They were pale, translucent, the veins beneath the skin shimmering like liquid mercury. I was becoming the source of their life.