The First Frost Novels & Stories

‎By eight o'clock the following morning, a dense, silvery frost had settled over the north common. The air was so cold it turned every breath into a thick cloud of white mist, but the heavy snowfall from the previous evening had cleared, leaving a pale winter sun glinting off the frozen creek.

Frost had spread all over his skin from her icy touch. “Sorry, I—“ She pulled to take her hand off, but Raeherys wouldn’t let go of her, still keeping her touch on his hard chest. “It’s alright. It was a close one. My body is heating it up now,” he said, taking deep breaths, chest bursting in and out. It must’ve been so hard for him to breathe with very cold lungs. It only took a short moment before the frost on his skin melted, water dripping down to his inner garment.

And what is it that betrays one man and redeems another? ♦ ♦ ♦ The carriage rattled down the road under a purplish gray sky. The first month of winter had arrived, bringing with it almost frigid temperatures and charging the frigid air with the penetrating cold smell of death. Low fog covered the strips of yellowish meadows that stretched adjacent to the skeletal trees that lined the road. After the bitter frosts of the first month of winter, within a very short time, the empire would enjoy the first snowfalls, possibly in the second month of winter.

“She believed that warmth belonged to everyone. You carry it without trying.” Nara smiled softly. “Then maybe you’re not the last flame after all.” --- The First Winter Time continued its quiet march, and the seasons deepened. The Flow’s rhythm slowed as the air cooled. For the first time in history, frost kissed the edges of the valley. The Children shivered in wonder and fear. The Flame Child stood among them, watching the white crystals form on leaves and branches. “What is this?” Kael asked, his breath fogging. “Rest,” said the Flame Child softly.

"But Tobias, if you are not ready, we find a different role. I am not forcing anyone into positions they cannot handle." After giving it some thought, he slowly nodded. "I'll make an effort. But I must be able to tell you if it gets to be too much without feeling like I let you down." "Always. It is now part of the protocol to communicate. No one suffers in silence." The first new arrival under the expansion came three days later. A girl named Frost, seventeen, whose ice powers had awakened during a winter storm. Before her pack caught her, she had frozen the water supply of an entire hamlet in an attempt to prevent a flood, almost killing people from dehydration.

"Don't let me stop you." The temperature in the room suddenly dropped. I could see my breath and white flakes in the air. Frost stood with his back turned against me, his chest jarring, and I could practically feel the anger radiate off him. Then ice crept up the windows in violent, jagged patterns—nothing like the beautiful patterns from before. These were disrupted and spreading fast. "Frost, stop it." "Stop what?" He turned, and froze when he saw the windows. “I didn't mean to..."

He’s busy—I understand. 我祈求他，让他将Frost调回来，他说他会的，然后就没有然后了； My chest tightened. — September 15th — Rain My legs gave out today. I fainted. The neighbor tried calling Frost. No answer. Left a voice message. My breath hitched. October 23rd — Windy Frost wrote again. Said she won’t be back this year either. She asked about my health. Told me to take care of myself.

I did not give them time to regroup. I opened my core and released the cold. Not the absolute zero I had used in the garden, but controlled and really precise. The frost spread across the ground, covering the path, the trees, the rocks. It reached the foxes and climbed their legs, their bodies, their tails. They tried to flee, but the cold was faster. One by one, they froze, their bodies locked in mid-stride, their amber eyes still burning with terror. The largest fox, the silver-streaked one, struggled against its prison. I walked toward it, my footsteps silent on the ice.

"I can feel it through Flame's link. The vanguard left the Citadel at first light." ​"They won't reach us in time if this frost keeps deepening," Kael replied, glancing up at the sky. The air was turning thick, heavy with the taste of ozone and dead ice. "Look at the trees, Dax." ​I looked. The blackened pine needles were encrusted with a dark, crystalline frost that didn't look like winter it looked like poison. Where the frost touched the bark, the wood groaned and cracked, dying from the inside out.

Rose watched as frost began forming slowly along his skin. Delicate. Intricate. Tiny crystals spiraling outward like living snowflakes. Rowan leaned closer, eyes wide. “No way.” Kael exhaled softly. The frost spread outward, crawling along a nearby rock. Within seconds the surface turned white with ice. Ember crouched down, poking it. “Okay that’s extremely cool.” Rowan groaned. “You said cool.” “I regret nothing.” Rose crossed her arms but couldn’t hide the small smile pulling at her lips.