Suicide Squad Killer Frost Novels & Stories

He was leaning back in his chair, watching. "Do you feel that, Alpha?" Lucian leaned over the table. He plucked a grape from Kaelor’s plate. Popped it into his mouth. "The Frost-Root. It doesn't kill. It just... disconnects. You're a brain in a meat-suit now." Kaelor’s eyes bulged. He tried to lunge, but his body remained carved from stone. Only his heart was moving. Slamming against his ribs. Thud. Thud. Thud.

He had convinced himself as much as he had his brother: Celeste was the root of this threat. The Enforcers arrived at the Frost estate not long after-wolves in dark armor, their silver insignias gleaming. But they were not alone. Callen Frost was already there, his sharp eyes gleaming behind thin spectacles, his expression as severe as the moonlit blade at his hip. At his side, Alpha Rowan, patriarch of the Frosts, strode forward with quiet authority, Luna Eveline just behind him.

(Third Person POV) "Do you have a crescent-shaped birthmark on your shoulder?" Frost asked quietly, her scarred face visible now that she had removed her veil. Lieutenant Slayer Reid's eyes widened. "How could you possibly know that?" "Because your sister had the exact same birthmark," Frost replied, her voice breaking slightly. "Maple—Snow, as you called her—showed it to me once. She said it matched her brother's mark precisely." The confirmation hit Slayer like a physical blow. His face crumpled, the stern military bearing dissolving into raw grief. He fell to his knees, his broad shoulders shaking with emotion.

But Frost gestures for them to stand down, clasping arms warmly in greeting. "Well met, brothers. I have returned, and bring glad tidings." He turns, beckoning us forward. "This is Scar, the last dragon bonded to Lena. And his second in command, Hermes. They come as allies this day." Wonderment reflects on the weathered faces studying us. I exchange subtle nods with the bald, muscle-clad warrior who steps forward - Flint, Frost's second-in-command if I recall. His steely gaze promises thorough scrutiny, but I detect no overt hostility from any. Frost's word holds weight here.

She did not hesitate to reply back to him, for he was her wish already, "Hello... Do I know you?" She asked, wobbling and blinking her eyelids as if she had seen him before somewhere and was trying to recall. "Nope, I don't think we have met before, but the looks in your eyes tells me you are new here, and need someone at least to get you to your desired destination. I am Killer Frost..." He spoke yet again with this low singsong voice which made Juliana almost speechless, and literally dying to know more about him. She felt this strong connection between both of them and the way he spoke was quite familiar...

The barrels of their automatic rifles glinted under the harsh fluorescent bulbs of the hallway. Victoria stopped dead in her tracks, her gaze landing squarely on the custom silver crest stamped onto the leader's tactical chest plate—a stylized wolf skull split down the middle. The Frostbite Syndicate. Her lips pulled back into a venomous sneer. She knew exactly who these bastards were. They were the rival syndicate’s elite extraction team, the heavy-hitting cleaners usually kept on a leash in Western Europe. The leader of the Frostbite squad stepped forward, his face covered by a heavy ballistic mask. "Drop the diamonds, Victoria. Drop them now, or we keep you here permanently."

the king demanded, his voice trembling. The guard stumbled forward, falling to his knees before the throne. He looked up, his eyes wide with terror. "It was not what we bargained for, sir. She...she..." "She what?" Seraphina yelled, impatiently. Her hand twitched towards the hilt of her sword, itching to draw it. The guard swallowed hard, his throat dry. "She's not human. She's a wolf, sir. A werewolf, your highness, and she...she killed everyone of us. I only managed to escape..."

Both had the same shocked expression, their eyes wide. "Really? Let me see." Victor took the Source Crystal and chose to open it. "Hmm? It's a ranged weapon." Victor was slightly surprised because this was the first ranged weapon he obtained from a crystal. [Excellent-Grade Frost Gun] [Combat Power +100] [Optimized for concentrated output. Can deal high burst damage for a short period of time.] "An excellent-grade frost gun," Victor muttered softly. "What? An excellent-grade frost gun? Really?" Jodi, who was hiding in the shadows, ran out upon hearing that.

"Frostbite is the worst thing that could happen to anyone. If we have that elixir, we have nothing to fear anymore." "And frostbite is an irreversible condition for metahumans. Every time they try to power up their Abilities, frostbite would get in their way, and they'd have to pay dearly just to level up." "Yeah, if we can have that elixir…" "What's your price, Captain Frost?" "No wonder Mystic Tiger is the number one base." Praises wouldn't stop coming. After all, this was a bombshell for the bases' top brass. Then, Shawn's snicker silenced everyone, and their attention turned to him. Joshua shrugged it off. He didn't care about the opinion of a loser.

“Whatever you do, don't make it obvious to Charvie, keep her the fuck out of this.“ Cruz knows Frost too well, he would do any damn thing to seek his revenge, he had dealt with others involved in only a way a serial k!let would have behaved, dragging innocent lives in until he got what he wanted. Frost gave him a side glance before he stood from his seat, and began walking to the exit “Her father or her family?“ Cruz asked and Frost stopped on his track. “Anyone that calms my beast…”