Primal Frost Illusion Novels & Stories

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.

It wasn't just Jay's long lashes that had Karen hooked. She had never seen such perfectly carved brows. Tempted to feel them, she extended a hand towards his lashes but stopped dead in track when Jay's eyes fluttered open and locked with hers. Frozen, her breath hitched. As she jolted back, her elbow lost balance and she crashed onto his body. She groaned and immediately attempted getting up again but his arms held her in place. “Can you stay like this for a moment…please…” he breathed.

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.

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.

She struggled herself and jumped on the bed. "I want you Angelo. I want you." She said and she asleep. I took a duvet and a pillow and spread it on the floor. I laid on the floor and stared at the ceiling. "I must have my revenge. I must get rid of the Marcellos. I must kill them all for what they've done to me." I said to myself. Tears kept falling down the side of my eyes again. "I have to take revenge for Luna. I have to make more money so I can bury her properly." I said to myself. I couldn't say a word. It felt as if I was choking.

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—

“I am going to tear the barrier open again. I cannot breathe.” “Then breathe with me.” He stepped forward and pulled me into his arms. His warmth hit me like a shock of sunlight. I cried harder. My magic surged even stronger, and frost shot up the wall like a cyclone of cold. Lucian ducked behind a chair. “Why is the frost alive? Why is it following her emotions? This is emotional terrorism.” A warrior shouted across the room, “Should we hug her too. Is this a group hug situation.” Elara shouted back, “No. Stay where you are. She is a blizzard right now.”