Andromeda Pol Blue Ice Novels & Stories

No one saw her because it was late in the night, and every one was inside because the weather was graciously very cold for one to withstand the coldness of the heavy breeze that was blowing outside. Somira kept drinking and before she knew it, she was almost done with the whole bottle of an alcoholic wine with seventy five percent of alcohol. And as she was guzzling the bottle of wine, she was being distracted by the past occurrences of hers. She began to remember some of her experiences with her ex, Milston. Everything seemed to her like they were so real, and happening live before her very before.

Everyone says he changed, but I understand more than they think. He lost his old life, grieved for it and then suddenly got it back. There’s no way he’d be the same again. I don’t know what made me think I’d ever be the same Camellia if I ever got my memories back. It’s late and Nero isn’t home yet. I know he and Orion had some pack business to take care of, so I’m not too worried. Nereo is tucked in, Aeron has decided to stay with a friend on his college campus and Morana is staying in a cabin somewhere in Russia. Even when Orion is home, he keeps to himself.

I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply, letting the air fill my lungs while I assessed my body and heart. It was only the morning of my birthday, and I knew my gifts wouldn’t manifest until tonight under the bright moon. The fact that it was a Blue moon made my insides tingle. Blue moons in and of themselves were rare. Mix it with the Cold full moon of December, which was always special to witches, made this an extraordinary night. Or, so I hoped. The Cold Moon marked the earth’s slumber and going inward for transformation. I knew my birthday falling on this day meant something significant. Despite the nightmare I had just woke up from, I smiled and ran downstairs after getting dressed. I grabb

Ericson uttered ecstatically to Denise as he reached for a bottle of champagne that was situated not far away from him ,inside the ice bucket"You are going to get blown the fuck away!" "OH MY GOD!"Denise squiled loudly , bouncing excitedly on the seat as she looked at Eric with wide eyes"Are we really going to LáBlanca? Like Dom LáBlanca?" "The one and the only"Ericson confirmed just as thrilled "OH FUCKK!"Denise screamed one more time, earning chuckles from the rest of us ,before turning her face towards Bani who was sitting between her and Nikhil"Did you hear that Bani? We are fucking going to LáBlanca! Oh god ,I've been wanting to go there like....since forever"

I knew what I saw. But when I finally drifted off, my mind didn’t rest. I was standing on a frozen lake. Snow stretched for miles. The sky was dark but full of stars, more than I’d ever seen. My breath fogged in the air. I was barefoot. The ice didn’t hurt—it felt natural and familiar. Then I heard bowling. Five wolves stood at the edge of the lake, their bodies tense, glowing faintly under the moonlight. They didn’t move, just circled slowly, steady too. Watching me.

I got up, dressed in the grey pre-dawn quiet, and headed out into the cold. It was properly freezing the kind of sharp, biting morning that gets into your collar and doesn’t leave and the arena was already lit when I arrived, breath misting in front of me. Kai was there, sitting in the stands with his plastered arm resting against his knee, watching the ice with an expression I didn’t try to interpret. I looked at him once, exhaled, and looked away. “Noah!” Ken appeared at my shoulder, bright and solid as always. “You doing better? The meds worked?”

The silence of the subterranean bunker was broken only by the steady, muffled heartbeat of the facility's ventilation system. It was forty-eight hours before the official podium rehearsals were set to commence, and the arena above was already transforming into a commercial fortress. But down here, three levels below the asphalt, the private ice sheet remained a dark, untouched sanctuary. Liam stood at the center of the blue line, his blades perfectly still against the hard, cold surface.

Arista had never heard her primary mention this place. Without Levi’s body, the chilling cold all around became even more bone-piercing. Fortunately, she was only a soul now. If it were her previous body, let alone moving, she couldn’t even stand up. Each blue ice crystal on the wall emitted a dazzling light, connecting with each other, making the entire ice cave glow. Even the deepest part was dimly lit with blue light. Arista called softly, “Big devil?”

Then the cold detonated. It wasn't a fire explosion. It was a shock wave of pure ice. A an ear-powdering sound filled the gorge as the thermodynamic inversion rapidly wet through the structure of the creature. The boiling polymer instantly solidified to dark blue ice. The blades in the middle of the movement. The ice shot out through the door gap and, like a bright blue flash, ran down the remaining ranks of the beast. A last, tortured, mechanical circle echoed from the canyon outside,

The Icehotel rose like a frozen monument to dominance beneath the merciless Arctic night. Carved entirely from massive blocks of crystal-clear ice, the private luxury suite glowed with soft embedded blue lights that made every surface shimmer like living diamond. The air was sharp, pure, and biting — cold enough that every breath hung in visible clouds, yet precisely controlled so bare skin could endure the exquisite torment.