26 Book(s) Related to frozen trolls

Nevaeh had never expected her life to intertwine with Aiden Klein, the powerful billionaire with a gaze colder than ice and a heart long since frozen. The world saw him as a man too perfect to touch—a dazzling figure adored by society, envied by men, and desired by countless women. But Aiden's heart had been closed off, a fortress sealed by loss, where love was no longer allowed to dwell.


From the moment I first saw Aiden, I knew there was something hidden beneath the surface—a pain so raw it echoed in every glance he cast aside. A selfless, loyal man with an unbreakable love for his family, Aiden was haunted by the memories of a love that shattered him. The world asked one question, again and again: How would Aiden Klein love a woman?

But I saw through his mask, to the broken hero underneath. And I realized the truth—Aiden Klein can love so fiercely that it would destroy the woman he chooses.

Because, despite his coldness, I glimpsed it once… and it broke me, too.

He may be the broken hero, but I’m the villain in this story, crossing a line that could ruin us both.

Drafted to the elite Storm Ridge Academy on his last chance, Rafe Navarro is determined to carve his own path and escape the shadow of his golden stepbrother, Kai Navarro.

But on his first day, he clashes with the one person he should never have in the first place; the team captain.

Shawn Calder is controlled. Respected, and untouchable.

And now he has a problem.

Because the reckless rookie just embarrassed him on the ice.

One goal. One humiliating defeat. One forbidden spark that neither can ignore. In a world where the ice is unforgiving and secrets can end careers, Rafe and Shawn are about to discover that the hottest battles aren’t always fought with sticks and pucks.

Some rivalries burn too bright to stay hidden.

And this one is already too heated to ignore.

Ten years of marriage. Chloe abandoned her dream of becoming an architect and poured every ounce of her heart into her family. Yet when she was diagnosed with end‑stage heart failure, she faced the cruellest betrayal imaginable — her husband Arthur, her biased parents, and her “ill” younger sister Mia conspired to seize her medical funds, pushing her to the brink with a trust agreement.
Inside the cold mansion, both love and kinship turned out to be nothing but lies. Betrayed by her own son, her life‑saving medicine flushed away, and her cries for help ignored, she took her last breath on a stormy snow night.
As a wandering spirit after death, she witnessed the greed and madness of those who betrayed her, watching them destroy one another in the mire of desire. The heavy snow that covered everything would eventually bury all sins and regrets, leaving only cold, unblemished silence behind.

I am the wife of a mafia boss.

When a rival family raids our estate, I take the fatal bullets meant for my sister-in-law.

When my husband, Vittorio, arrives, I give him a weak, relieved smile.

Instead of helping me, he points the muzzle of his gun right between my eyes.

"The perimeter alarms didn't trip," his consigliere, Lorenzo, says. "Only an inside job. Boss, this marriage was a trap from day one."

I kneel on the floor, begging him to just look at the bullet wounds on my chest.

Vittorio just grinds his shoe into my broken collarbone.

"The docks. Smuggling freezer three. Let twenty below zero teach her some loyalty."

They drag me into that steel tomb reserved for traitors.

"Vittorio! I never betrayed you! I saved Bella!"

The life monitor beeps weakly, but he rips out the wire.

"Just static. Don't waste energy on a dead traitor."

By the time he learns the truth, I am nothing but a blue, frozen corpse curled up in the ice.

I possess ancient ice python blood and a fatal curse.

Every twenty years, I have to take an evil man’s heart to survive the brutal Crimson Molt, as good people’s hearts are poison to me.

Time is running out fast. I sense the dark side hidden beneath Julian’s gentle appearance and take him as my ideal prey.

I feign fragility to approach him, only to be abducted by his evil plot first.

He has no idea he is the one meant to save my freezing life.

A strange body of a man is found, frozen in ice and is been examined by special scientists... Rona takes the lead in finding out what caused the chemical frost, all to find out that he is mated to the frozen alpha written in tales.

The war between Nordmar and Myrthana had raged for years. Now, it was over.
Myrthana had lost. Ayla had seen it coming—perhaps even welcomed it.
But she never expected her own brother, the newly crowned King of Myrthana, to trade her away like a mere bargaining chip. To hand her over to King Rhobart of Nordmar—a man as ruthless and unyielding as the frozen land he ruled.
Yet, when she arrives in Nordmar, Ayla quickly realizes that not everything is as it seems. Rhobart may be furious at her presence, but he is not the monster she imagined. And when a new threat rises, forcing them on a perilous journey across the harsh, unforgiving kingdom, Ayla begins to see the man beneath the crown.
But can two sworn enemies survive the dangers ahead without losing themselves—or each other?

The more I cry, the hornier my sister gets.

Not a metaphor. Stone cold reality. Me and pop superstar Melody share a sick "emotional link" — the worse I suffer, the more she glows on stage.

My husband Christian discovered this secret.

Then he chose to betray me and crawl into bed with Melody.

Now every time Melody has a big show, Christian locks me in the basement, force-feeds me depression pills, and blasts horror movies 24/7 until I'm totally broken.

My despair gets fed straight into Melody's energy, making her perform like she's possessed.

Tonight they're fucking to celebrate her win. Tomorrow's concert means draining me dry again.

Enough!

If my pain is your sex drug, I'm cutting off the supply completely.

I'm going to the medical center to freeze myself for one full year.

Let you two horny bastards screw each other to death!

I warned my family and neighbors that the extreme cold would come in a year and a half, but they all thought I was crazy.
I had no choice but to prepare myself a year and a half in advance: renovating houses, building arks, stockpiling supplies...
When the extreme cold arrived, the neighbors who ignored the warnings turned into thugs, yet my brother still wanted to let them into the house; the bandits pretending to be wounded were exposed by me, but my brother still didn't believe me and let them in; I finally managed to defeat the spy bandits, but when I wasn't paying attention, my brother, in order to save his own life, personally handed the Ark to the bandit leader...

At minus sixty degrees Celsius, my girlfriend of three years and my childhood friend teamed up to push me out of the bomb shelter and beat me to death in the snowstorm.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back fifteen days before the extreme cold arrived, and my phone had a new "Doomsday Farm" app.

Rapidly growing mutant crops and an infinitely large, temperature-controlled warehouse became my biggest trump card for rebirth.

Faced with two people who came with luggage under the pretense of "accompanying me" but actually plotted to seize the property rights of my underground research institute, I calmly turned them away, sold all my properties in the city, and headed straight for the suburbs with a huge sum of money.

Within fifteen days, I welded the abandoned research institute into a heavily insulated steel fortress.

When the epic cold wave arrived ahead of schedule, those who had betrayed me were trapped in an old apartment without water or gas, tearing each other apart over a tattered quilt.

I'm sitting in a 20-degree underground farm, eating hot stewed beef, drinking hand-drip coffee, and quietly watching them on the monitor slowly turn into ice sculptures.

In this life, having let go of my desire to help others, I simply want to live comfortably in this Ice Age.

In my previous life, I was cruelly exploited by my wicked stepmother.
Not only was I drained of my military discharge money, but I was also driven into a subterranean warehouse that could collapse at any moment.
In darkness and despair, I was frozen to death by a cold wave that dropped surface temperatures to minus 60 degrees.
The moment I opened my eyes again, I had reincarnated back to three days before the outbreak of the cataclysm!
Staring at my stepmother's face, which was filled with greed and harshness, I wasted no words, threw on my heavy coat, and marched straight toward the underground warehouse.
For I knew that with sufficient supplies and energy, this nuclear-grade subterranean warehouse would become the ark of the apocalypse!

My brother was jealous after I won a $50 million lottery jackpot, so he tricked me into believing an extreme ice-age apocalypse was coming.
Because I trusted him, I spent every last dollar my parents and I had—fortifying the house and stockpiling supplies.
Two weeks later, he told me that there was no coming apocalypse. It had all been a lie.
Just when I was drowning in despair, hail started falling in the middle of summer.
The deep freeze apocalypse had really begun.

Every child born in Stormborn dies before adulthood. The curse sees to that.

Elias Stone is seventeen and still breathing. In a village where nobody expected him to survive past eight, that alone makes him dangerous.

When an ancient dungeon awakens beneath Stormborn's oldest building, Elias goes down. Not because he is brave. Because he has spent seventeen years watching the curse take everything from his family and he is done waiting for it to take him too.

Inside the dungeon a system activates. Seven trials. Seven chances to break a curse three generations old. Each trial destroys him in a different way. Each one deposits something into his bloodline when he survives it. The more it costs him the harder he hits. That is the design. Someone built this dungeon specifically for his bloodline and Elias is only beginning to understand what that means.

Then Lyra appears.

She steps out of the dungeon wall calm and impossible and completely present. She says she is bound to the dungeon. She says she has been waiting. She does not say for how long and every time Elias asks she changes the subject and he notices and files it away because Elias notices everything.

She goes everywhere with him. Inside the dungeon fully present. Outside it at the edge of his awareness, warm and constant. The most honest relationship he has ever had with anyone and it is built on a foundation she has not told him the full truth of yet.

Because Lyra has a secret that goes back sixty years.

And the closer Elias gets to breaking the curse the closer he gets to finding out what she really is.

Some truths only transfer when you survive them.

Elias intends to survive everything.

“You saw something you shouldn’t have, little wolf.”


Sage didn’t come to Crescent University looking for trouble. She came to disappear.
But you don’t walk away after stumbling into a blood ritual in the dean’s office.
Now she’s marked. Watched. Owned.
Dragged into the Trials—where weakness gets you killed, and mercy gets you buried.
Rule one: trust no one.
Rule two: survive at any cost.
Rule three: never fall for the man assigned to break you.
Kieran Thorne isn’t just dangerous—he’s deliberate. Cold eyes. Controlled violence. The pack’s chosen enforcer. He’s supposed to train her, not corner her after dark. Not press her against his desk and growl mine like it’s already decided.
But Kieran is hiding more than scars and secrets.
And when Sage realizes she’s not a student in this game but a sacrifice, something inside her snaps.
She can kneel.
Or she can burn the whole damn system down.
She’s never been good at obeying.

They left me to freeze to death in our basement freezer.

The night before prom, my foster sister Leila came crying that I'd burned her Ivy League recommendation letter. My birth parents didn't even listen to one word of explanation—they threw me into that frozen hell in forty-five below.

I beat on that door until my fingers were shredded, screamed until my throat tore apart, but all I could hear from upstairs was their laughter celebrating Leila. Even Justin—the boy I'd loved since we were kids—texted calling me a fucking psycho.

As I drew my last breath, I heard Leila's soft voice outside the door: "Rest in peace, sister."

Now I'm a ghost, watching them lose their minds when the truth comes out.

Amelia grew up being treated as an outcast by her own pack, her father included. She has been disliked for being the reason her mother died and was raised as an Omega. Alexei on the other hand was raised to be the King of the four nations but with rebel forces rising across the land, he is pressured to take on a mate. He decides to put in place the Luna trials to find a woman worthy of ruling beside him. What he did not anticipate was to find a scrawny, weak Earth wolf with no powers as his mate. He tries to push her away but when the women from the werewolf trials start going missing the pair must work together to find out who is responsible. Their feelings for one another continue to grow but how long will Alexei deny their bond?

In my previous life, I gave away all my resources to save people, but my godfather broke my legs and fed me to the zombies.
Reincarnated 30 days before the apocalypse, I borrowed millions to build a nuclear-proof bunker and bought twelve retired, violent, and rabid dogs.
Extreme cold descends. With nowhere else to turn and in a desperate attempt to survive, the priest forces a space-age ability user to pinpoint the coordinates of the area inside the bunker with the "highest concentration of heat," and then forcibly teleports to steal the bunker.
He landed laughing wildly, feeling the scorching heat wave hitting him, thinking he had taken over my generator room and greenhouse.
I sneered and remained silent through the bulletproof glass.
This idiot has no idea that the hottest place in my shelter... has never been the generator.

In my previous life, an extreme cold apocalypse descended.

I risked my life nine times over to evolve into a high-tier Ice Plains Wolf, and just to find a piece of meat to keep my fiancée alive, I frantically tore apart wild beasts in the snow. Yet I was betrayed by her and her lover—they cut out my heart with an ice blade!

When I opened my eyes again, I had been reborn half a month before the apocalypse!

Time was running out. To awaken the highest tier of beast-human form, I needed an enormous amount of meat to provide energy.

Sports cars? Ocean-view villas? Billions in assets? I wanted none of it!

I immediately dumped my manipulative fiancée, liquidated all my assets into cash, bought a fully enclosed fortified meat processing plant, and frantically stockpiled hundreds of thousands of tons of high-calorie raw meat!

The extreme cold arrived as expected, turning the entire city into a frozen hellscape.

The scumbag pair who betrayed me in my previous life now knelt outside my impregnable airlock door, crying pitifully and begging me for scraps.

I stepped out of my fortress and looked down at them with claws sharp enough to tear through steel:

"Want meat? Go to hell and eat dirt!"

Juniper, a rebellious princess, follows her deceased boyfriend into the underworld. Little did she know that she would become one of the candidates to marry the Underworld Prince.
Now, she must compete against 20 women from various worlds for the hand of a man she doesn't even want. This is a nightmare...
Luckily, her grandmother has sent her an assistant — a ghost wolf! But in reality, he is a ghost boy...
Juniper's adventures in the underworld and her entanglements with these boys will lead her to places she never imagined. Where will her journey take her?

“I swear. If you touch her. I will kill you.” Volencia could feel the cracking stone reverberating under her body. His voice didn’t sound the same as before. It was lower. Snarling. She prayed he was right.

“I am going to touch you, but I’m only to heal you. Don’t be afraid.”

His hands were gentle as they lifted her up against his chest, holding her.

****Volencia, as a Princess of the kingdom of Thambair, she waits for a spell that has protected her since her mother’s death and her father’s curse, to fall. Damion, raised in secret, has searched for happiness despite the mystery and darkness that continues to encroach upon him.

Rhelia is a world unbalanced due to the restrictions and decimation of certain magics as corrupt rulers and religious figures trying to mold it to their own visions of perfection.

Seventeen-year-old Elara Ward has spent her life being forgotten and shuffled between foster homes and small towns that never remembered her once she’s gone. But the dying town of Willowmere is different. The air hums with whispers, the lake no longer reflects the moon, and something ancient is stirring beneath the willows.

When Elara follows a strange light into the woods one blood-red night, she crosses the veil and a boundary between the human world and the Lumenwild, a realm of living moonlight and haunted shadows. There, she’s marked by an ancient power known as Moonfire, a symbol burned into her skin that pulses with the rhythm of the twin moons above.

Saved by four mysterious men who are named Cael, their golden-eyed Alpha; Kian, the lightning-tongued rogue; Auren, the silent watcher; and Nyx, the shadow who walks between worlds and Elara learns that her arrival has reignited a prophecy buried in legend. The Riftborn, creatures of bone and smoke, are returning, and the mark she bears is both a weapon and a curse.

In the heart of the Lumenwild’s glowing forest lies the Sanctum, a stronghold where wolves walk in light and the Moon’s will is law. There, Elara begins to uncover the truth, her crossing was no accident. The veil didn’t just let her in but it had called her home.

As the moons draw closer and the bond between Elara and the wolves deepens, she must choose whether to embrace the power that could heal a broken world… or unleash the one that could end it.

Because the Moon is awake again and she remembers her chosen.

I was carrying Don Elijah’s child. But on the exact day I went into labor, the man I loved dragged me to an underground freezer—standing at a deadly minus ten degrees Celsius—and locked the heavy metal door.

The reason? The Varro Mafia family’s ironclad rule: the firstborn son inherits the entire empire. His brother’s wife, Elena, was also pregnant, our due dates separated by a single day.

To guarantee his brother’s child secured the throne, Elijah callously snuffed out my hope.

"Elena’s child must be born first," he demanded coldly. "This is what you owe them!"

He ignored the warm rush of my broken water. He ignored my agonizing, tearing contractions. He shoved me into the icy darkness, violently injecting me with a drug specifically designed to halt my labor.

Curled up on the frost-covered concrete, freezing and completely alone, I clutched my stomach in sheer agony. In the suffocating cold, I felt the terrifying stillness. I felt the tiny, fighting heartbeat inside me slowly, torturously fading away.

Hot tears streamed down my face, freezing before they hit the ground.

"My baby..." I whispered into the pitch-black void, my heart shattering into a million pieces. "Mommy is so sorry..."

Elijah sacrificed our child out of blind loyalty to his brother. But when he finally opens that frostbitten door, he won’t merely find a broken woman—he will face the terrifying, irreversible ruin of his own legacy.

I was the hottest A-list actress in Hollywood, until a few deepfaked videos of me "abusing assistants" and malicious photos of my "rotting face" dragged me straight to hell.
In just one month, I became a monster despised by the entire internet.
Facing tens of thousands of death threats telling me to "die with a rotting face."
They wanted me to die crying. I didn't. Instead, I decided to express my deepest gratitude to the bullies who ruined my life.
And my "thank you" is going to cost a fortune.
But I never imagined the real monster wasn't hiding behind a screen—he was holding the syringe.

In my past life, I personally dug up two alien meteorites, handing the blue one that granted "Frost Mastery" to my childhood friend, Mike. He repaid me by sealing me inside an ice wall, cursing me to "die like a piece of trash" in the minus 70-degree blizzard.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the initial blast site.
This time, I didn't even spare him a glance; I stuffed both meteorites into my pocket.
I transformed a missile silo into a doomsday bunker, brought my parents inside, and stockpiled ten years' worth of supplies.
When Mike arrived with a gang of thugs to smash my door down, I stood in the warm command center, watching half his face rot with frostbite on the monitor.
I didn't open the door.
This time, I am sending back the despair of my past life tenfold.

I am a princess of the deep sea. For love, I abandoned my crown and used ocean magic to help him rise from a penniless sailor to a duke of immense wealth.

On our tenth wedding anniversary, he slapped me in front of all the guests, tore the Ocean Crown from my head to place it on his mistress, and ripped away my reverse scales: "I'm sick of this freakish marriage to a monster!" Blood flowed down the coral cuts, and my unborn child miscarried in the humiliation.

The moment the first reverse scale fell from my chest, I forgot our first kiss. At the same time, his three gold-laden ships mysteriously sank on the windless sea.

The Abyssal Pact has been activated: seven reverse scales correspond to seven memories. With each scale that falls, I forget him a little more, while he loses all the wealth he gained through me.

At the family dinner, a Wall Street rising star flaunted his power in front of me, boasting that he was the chief agent of the "Godfather of the Underworld."
My ex-wife's family fawned over me like dogs, pointing their fingers at me and taunting, "You spineless, gigolo trash, you're not even worthy to carry Mr. Victor's shoes!"
Victor, even more smug, turned on speakerphone, trying to use my privileges to curry favor with my wife.
I stood silently in the corner, coldly pressing a blood-red command: [Permanently Delete Account].
The next second, the system's cold pronouncement came through his phone: "Warning, you have overstepped your authority and have been banned across the entire network!"
The room fell silent instantly.
They had no idea that I was the true Godfather, the one who controlled a multi-billion dollar empire and ruled the Western underworld!