Primal Frost Illusion Novels & Stories

She ran to the communications center where Victor, Morrison, and Catherine had already assembled via video link. Navarro appeared on screen, looking older than Maya had ever seen her. Exhausted. Frightened. "I'm going to be direct. The climate stabilization we've been celebrating—the moderating temperatures, the predictable patterns—it's temporary. Our models were based on natural climate collapse. We were wrong. This isn't natural." Victor leaned forward. "Explain." "The freeze was triggered by an artificial mechanism. We've found evidence in atmospheric data—isotope signatures that don't occur naturally. Someone created technology capable of inducing rapid global temperature change. And th

The Frost Beta formed an terrifying wall of protection, crossing his tree-trunk arms over his broad chest as he stared the Claw Mountain female down. Julia immediately recoiled, taking a hasty half-step back from the terrifying proximity of the Beta. But her shock quickly morphed into indignation, her face flushing an angry, bright red as her carefully laid plan was derailed. "Excuse me!" Julia shrieked, stomping her boot into the dirt and throwing a full-blown tantrum. "Are you kidding me?" She touched Reagans shoulder. "The whole Frost family is so unbelievably rude! Can't you see she was helping me? Move out of the way!"

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Pack’s pack, Tess—strike, guard! The shard’s hum intensified, the crimson runes flaring, the ground within the circle trembling, Frostborn Echoes rising from the icy patches, their forms coalescing into shadowy, frosted figures, their eyes glowing crimson, their snarls a guttural echo, the air crackling with dark magic, the valley’s wind howling louder, the creek’s ice cracking, the monoliths’ runes pulsing faster, the Frostborn Echoes’ whispers a deafening roar, the ancient power stirring, the Frosted Echo a crucible for the pack’s fire, the battle for their legacy reaching a new chapter, the pale light dimming, the frost thickening, the scent of frost a chilling promise, the pack’s fire a

She spent her time staring at the moon until it was no longer there. Now, looking back at it. Frost and Princess Hiraya have similar tragic childhood days. And they both have trash families. The only difference is Hiraya is at the entrance of Hell. And Frost was inside, playing with Satan himself. Frost's eyes darkened several degrees. She could not help but remember her past, and all the sufferings she had to experience. Frost's cold personality is the product of the Akira Clan's inhumane ways. It was them who made Frost into a person she is now. Merciless, lethal, and a devil.

The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares. Something inside Aqua snapped. A surge of dark energy, unfamiliar and terrifying, welled up within her. She felt her pendant grow hot against her skin, the clear crystal turning black as smoke. The air around her crackled with raw power as she turned back towards the attackers, her fear morphing into a blinding rage.

Sometimes Daphne's temper flared up almost as much as the sparks did. Daphne's magic hadn't quickened, or manifested, yet, but once it did, she'd have even more power. Valkyries had al sorts of magical abilities, like being able to heal people, control the weather, and even create il usions. I shivered. I'd learned that last one the hard way a few weeks ago, when Jasmine Ashton, another one of the rich Valkyrie princesses at Mythos, had summoned up an il usion of a Nemean prowler to try to kil me. If you believed in an il usion, it could hurt you-even kil you-like the real thing. The prowler-a big, black, pantherlike monster-

What my eyes see is unbelievable. The female before me is a doppelganger of myself with purple eyes, dark lips, and pale skin. I'm the Dark Phoenix, a plague taking thousands of lives and corrupting thousands more. The Evil me dashes for another attack. I see her enclosing in but can't move away. I'm rooted in a consuming evil awareness. "Leave her alone." Blizzard appears between us. His fatigued breath, trashed clothes, and messy hair showed how demanding the fight with the darkling had been.

I didn't notice that my hair was flaming red. I was startled because of the sudden cry of a bird, it sounds like a cry of getting hurt. I felt weak and had goosebumps because it won't stop, and my body is getting hot. I could feel my breathing getting heavy. "Kill them..." I heard a voice, not from Grandpapa, not from Zale, but this voice is full of hatred. And I feel like I'm going to puke because of this. "Kill those who dared to hurt the heir of the wind my child." And thus, my mind went blank and went to deep sleep.

In no time a sweet yet foul smell started to fog everything. Fight Sofia! I pushed and struggled as hard as I could but soon I felt my limbs going numb and everything turning dark. So dark that I couldn't see anything... couldn't breath and my body gave away. As I got sucked up in the darkness.