Fictional Character OneShots

Frost (Wereworld)

Run.

My brain continued to scream commands to my feet in order for them to move. They wouldn't budge. My heart hammered, it hurt so much that I thought I would puke it up. Fear was the only emotion I could feel. Absolute terror was in control of my body. 

"This is not fair!" I screamed as the giant panthers pounced on me. Their claws raked my body, blood spluttering out of the wounds. I shoved one of them off and started to shift. I let the cougar inside of me take control. My prisoner rags were ripped apart as my arms and legs grew into muscular limbs with dagger-like claws. I roared as my head transformed into the muzzle of the cougar. Fur covered my body and I tore into the first panther. 

Screams of delight sounded all around me. My head swung around to look at all the people watching me fight the huge panthers. At the peak of the south side of the stadium was the werelord that ruled Bast. High Lord Oba. Fury coursed through my veins as I took down the beasts they sent me. 

As soon as I killed the second one, the crowd booed and more giant cats were released. I ripped through them, constantly trying to make eye contact with the noblemen that were letting this happen. None of them would meet my gaze. 

I will not be tamed. 

I shifted fully, letting the beast inside me take control. Roaring, I slammed myself into a panther before vaulting myself up the colosseum walls. Screams and the roars and cries of other werelords rang in my ears. My eyes darted around, looking for the one savior I knew I could count on. I sighed internally. Of course, he wouldn't be here. 

My claws scraped against the stone as I continued my climb up the walls. Civilians were throwing whatever they could at me. I only had so much time before the vultures came at me. Mustering the strength, I decided to jump the rest of the way. I leaped into the crowd and sprinted, letting the muscular feline legs carry me out of the prison. Instead of going through the rest of the building, I took my chances of jumping out of it. Vaulting myself from one of the openings, I fell through the open air. 

Staying utterly still, I braced myself for the impact of the jungle's canopy. My body was thrown in different ways as branches and vines broke around me. I managed to get close enough to a tree and raked my claws down it until I came to a stopping point. 

"Whew...now that that's over with..." I murmured. I climbed down the rest of the tree, gingerly using my claws. My arms ached with the tension of holding myself for so long. As soon as my feet touched the ground, I was running. I refrained from using too much of the beast, letting only my legs and eyes stay transformed as I ran. Flashes of green and brown filled my vision as I continued my escape. The sounds of the chaos behind me grew softer and softer until I could no longer hear them. I slowed my pace, my body complaining about the excess exercise. 

Taking in my surroundings, I eased myself to the ground, trying to hide from potential eyes. I closed my eyes, focusing and tuning in to the nature around me. 

Crack. 

Rolling, I started to let the cougar take control of me. There was a flash of white and I was pinned to the ground. Above me, was a panther werelord. Albino, his fur completely white and his beautiful pink eyes stared hard at me. 

"Frost," I squeaked apologetically. He snarled, letting me see his sharp teeth. I closed my eyes, accepting my fate. I had failed him and I would rather die by his own hands than be entertainment for the other Catlords. 

"Do you find me that cruel, Seren?" The pressure lifted from my body. Confused, I blinked my eyes open. Frost was still hovering over me but he had made sure that he wasn't touching me. 

"I failed you," I stated, my eyes blank. I was an outcast. The others had decided that my lineage should be extinct a long time ago but I was useful back then. Until I proved them wrong. Frost's albino eyes stared into mine, unblinking. He grimaced. "You want me to kill you." 

I nodded. Frost cackled. His insane laughter seemed to echo in the jungle. He closed his eyes, his jaw tight. I saw his beast retreating until he was fully human. "Frost?" 

"Get up," he commanded. I did as I was told. Frost took me in and made eye contact with me as soon as I saw him looking. I glanced at myself and realized the position I was in. Blushing, I turned my head away from him. 

Growling, Frost shoved me into the tree I was previously leaning against. The breath was knocked out of me but I forced myself to let it happen. I was not going to run away. That seemed to infuriate Frost. 

"What are you doing, woman?!" Frost raised his voice at me. "Look me in the eye. You have never turned away from me before, why are you ashamed now?" Frost growled. 

"Where is the fierce woman that I love?" Frost whispered, suddenly easing his grip on me. I looked up at that, seeing Frost's look of despair almost killed me. I could not wrap my mind around seeing that as well as the fact that he said that he loved me. I once saw the Catlord as my savior but I knew that I could not let that happen now. Too much was riding on him and I obviously was slowing him down. There is no room for romance for us. Without hesitation, I slapped him. 

"Don't ever speak to me like that again," I snarled. With the same amount of force, Frost kissed me. Shocked, I stared at him. He kept his eyes wide open, meeting my gaze and showing me everything. My eyes watered and I closed them, letting the tears stream down my face. Frost broke away and licked my cheeks, chasing away the moment's sorrow that poured from my eyes. He trailed kisses down my neck, biting me every other one. I gasped as he went lower and sucked on a spot between my breasts. He stopped and looked up at me. 

"Seren," Frost purred. My insides felt hot as I watched Frost lick his lips. My hands tangled themselves within his soft white hair. 

"Take me," I whispered. Frost chuckled. "Only for a little while, I have a body to mangle." 

"You can always just use me," I murmured, my seriousness coming back. Frost's eyes flashed dangerously. I smiled softly, "You know I can't go back, even if you are a favorite." He sighed. 

"Then I'll just take you with me." My eyes widened. "Leave Bast with you?" I asked incredulously. 

Frost stood up and licked my lips, planting a soft kiss on them. "It won't be too hard, I can dress you up as a warrior just fine as I could make a body look like you." 

"Plus," he trailed off.  I arched an eyebrow. 

"I want as many fierce nights with you as I can get." 

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A/N: So if you have no idea who this is, you should definitely read the books. The series is called Wereworld and it's pretty cool and I absolutely love this character, tho some of you might hate him.