Unscramble F R O Z E N Novels & Stories

"I am now here, talk to me when your anxiety attack." Unconsciously, I walked out and went down to the kitchen to get ice cubes and put them in a bowl. I went back to my room again and approached my bag to pick up what Xenoah had given me earlier. I opened it and sealed the ice until it turned blood. Slowly, I caress the ice. By seeing the color of it and the sting feeling coming from the cold ice. Gradually I became satisfied somehow. After a few minutes of touching it I decided to wipe my hand. Leaving the marks of the food color.

"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..."

The entire Navarro pack probably knew he was currently obsessed with Luke’s 'private training. "What's wrong, Mr. Cass?" Leo Ramirez, a five-year-old with tufted ears that hadn't quite flattened yet, tugged on his sleeve. "I... uh..." Cass scrambled for a save. "I think the Great Winter Wolf just nipped my nose, Leo! I’m freezing!" He feigned a dramatic shiver, making the kids howl with laughter.

"Not until you understand that the man who rejected you seven years ago doesn't exist anymore. And not until you give me the chance to prove it." As Raven turned to walk away, her phone buzzed with a message from an unknown number. A video file, timestamp showing it was taken that morning. When she opened it with trembling hands, she watched footage of herself in her apartment—sleeping, unaware, completely vulnerable. Multiple camera angles. Professional equipment. The video's final frame showed a message in white text: "Come to the Cascade Mountains. Come alone. Or I'll burn every connection you've ever made. —D"

Emerald fingered the leather badge she had been working on. The intricacy of the copper wire stitches. The celtic knots that surrounding the central wolf, the imposing crest of the Frost Alpha. It was the ceremonial badge Zyan was meant to wwear at the last night of the festival, during the awards ceremony.

" Think, Caleb. Crack it open." The trail markers had been covered in ice.I had been wearing my heavy red winter coat. The memory expanded, and I had heard deep cursing from the bushes.The wind was blowing hard, and Eliot twisted his ankle on the trail. “Your hands are freezing,” Eliot had whispered. “Then warm them up,” I had muttered. It wasn't a polite request. It was a challenge. A dare. I was Caleb Foster. I didn't lose games, and I didn't back down from things I wanted. And looking at him right then, flushed and shivering in my passenger seat, I wanted him.

Home. “What about you?” he asks. I blink up at him. “What about me?” “Do you have any names in mind?” I purse my lips. “I like Noel.” “Because of Christmas?” I nod. “And because it means Christmas miracle.” Sebastian doesn’t say anything for a while. Then, he tugs me even closer, his chin resting on top of my head. “Noel Frost,” he murmurs. “I love it.” I smile, relaxing into him. “Me too.”

Mouths slightly open. Frozen.

The day before the Qualifier, the rink was freezing, as always, but the tension in the air made it feel even colder. Elias glided across the ice, his blades carving sharp, precise arcs as he ran through his short program for the third time that morning. His breath formed clouds in the chill, but his body moved with fluid precision, each spin, each jump landing clean.