YA Dark Fantasy
Seventeen-year-old Mel Frost is struggling to ignore the Norns screwing with her life.
The Asgard may have been gods here on Earth a thousand years ago, but times have changed and so have they. Their promised end is coming in a final battle that will shake the nine worlds, and Mel’s small Iowa town remains trapped in the middle.
Mel has hated Wolf Elder since pre-school, but after Odin teaches her the trick of freeing her soul from her body it heads straight to Wolf. Mel soon discovers Wolf’s parents’ need for revenge is fueling this war, and they’ll use their own son to get it.
Mel’s denial runs deep, but for Wolf and their friends to have a chance, Mel must accept that the future needs her.
ABC's Once Upon a Time meets Grimm's Teutonic Mythology; this story will appeal to fans of Maggie Stiefvater's THE RAVEN BOYS.
I feel their eyes on me. It's enough to make my skin crawl. They all want to know what comes next, but I can't tell them.
“Wake up, Mel,” a whisper, soft and warm, snaps my thoughts back into line. I could swear I was in the meadow, but, no, this is English. Last period. Classmates. That’s who these eyes belong to. I’ve done something to get their attention.
I could swear I was just standing under my tree. I can almost feel the mist holding back the fire.
“Miss Amelia.” Mr. Albright says from the front of the class. I blink at him, trying to figure out why he’s saying my name, or at least what he was droning on about. I’m still not entirely sure what I’m doing here.
“Amelia Frost,” Mr. A repeats, the disdain in his tone ringing clear as he resorts to my full name. “Perhaps you might indulge us by actually paying attention to my class rather than daydreaming.”
“What?” I ask, as eloquent as always.
“It is your turn to do the reading.” Mr. A grins in a way that is clear he’s pleased with himself, but there’s ice flowing in my veins. I start to shake my head, but he continues, his eyes on the stupid book he carries with him everywhere, “I don’t see a participation score for you. You do intend to graduate? Don’t you?”
Graduation. Eight weeks. That’s definitely something I should do. Cap, gown, all of it.