Awakened Ice Admiral の小説・ストーリー

He picked up his pace viciously as she tried to pull his hand free and pressed their lips together as the pleasure crested and her vision went white. “Just a moment,” Adolph called back, his voice seemingly unaffected as he lay her back in the tub panting and dazed. He licked his lips before pressing a kiss to her forehead. “I’ll bring you a fresh gown.” He turned and left, closing the door behind him as she tried to catch her breath. “A message from the capital, Sir Chasel sent it urgently.” “What is it?” “The Wiccan Alliance says that Eden has woken up, and they’re making their way back.”

A low hum filled the frozen air as the sigil at his chest ignited, ancient symbols rotating, aligning, remembering. His eyes opened. Brighter than the polar sky. The ice began to glow from within. Arkcadis rose to his feet as the glacier split apart, shards hovering midair, suspended by a gravity that now obeyed him. Snow spiraled upward. The aurora above bent inward, drawn to his presence like a crown reclaiming its king. He lifted his hands.

Healers staging supplies for both Thorncross and the Hollow operation. I spent an hour with Caen reviewing the northern defensive posture for the city. I spent an hour with Lyra and Mira going over barrier activation protocols. I spent twenty minutes with Dr. Adara, who told me that the Awakening's effects would persist until the moment of severing, then transition rapidly. She was honest about not knowing what that rapid transition felt like from the inside. "Probably unpleasant," she said, with the clinical candor of someone who believed patients deserved truth over comfort.

Sarah When I woke up Joshua was gently rubbing my head, whispering in my ear. “Wake up sleepy head. Everyone wants to go on a hike today.” I didn’t dare tell him I’d barely gotten any sleep. I sat up and looked around the room, trying to catch my bearings. Joshua leaned in to kiss me good morning but I pushed him away. The last thing I remembered, my mouth was filled with Nate’s semen. I wasn’t about to kiss Joshua. “Not now. I have morning breath,” I told him.

If anything, I was ready for whatever she had to warn me about. Later that night, I packed a water bottle to start training. I paced the empty training hall, the sound of my footsteps loud and echoing off the walls as I lost herself in the familiar routine of my nightly workout. It was a short defensive snap, a common trick to further activating one's reflexes. I enjoyed the peace, finding solitude in the comfort of my surroundings. On my next swing, my peace and silence was shattered by the sound of a voice, faint and trembling, crying out for help. I followed the whaling over to a girl locked in her room and almost immediately, the lights blew out.

The advisor was stunned by the prince's reaction, his gaze shifting to Kara, who stood defiantly, seemingly unfazed by the sudden escalation. Alruna, kneeling, whispered anxiously, "Kara," her voice filled with fear. She was terrified that the prince's anger would endanger her family. The prince's gaze softened as he looked down at Kara, her small form radiating an unexpected strength. His voice was low, almost a whisper. "Miss, you're mistaken. I don't have any omegas under my care." Then, he said something even more surprising. "You're going to be the king one day. There are many omegas in the palace. They are all bullies. And they will bully me."

At least that's always worked for me. Getting inside, I sit and take off my shoes before putting my skates on. Stepping onto the ice, I stop. Why the hell is Ryker here? He's leaning against the boards, smirking. I'm too fucking hung over right now to deal with this. Exhaling sharply, I rub a hand down my face and step onto the ice fully. The cool air should help wake me up and clear my head. At least I think that, but Ryker smirks at me from the boards and I know my morning is going to be ten times more annoying now.

Beneath a hollow sky where the stars no longer shone, the Crimson Warden sat atop a throne of ice-bound skulls. He did not remember sleeping. Only burning. He ran a trembling hand over the surface of a broken mirror forged from Skyrana’s last tear. It reflected every version of her, every life, every death. And always… always his hand at her throat. A soundless scream echoed through his fractured mind. “She awakens,” he whispered, closing his eyes. “She returns again.” The voices inside him snarled. “She must not rise.” “She remembers too much.” “She will unmake everything.”

Dammit, I'd like to know what it feels like to wake up in the morning and not have to worry about my safety. It's so haunting. I try to close my eyes for a bit, but my wolf is restless. It's incredible how even thinking about rejecting him makes me want to tear my own eyes out. Our bodies—or maybe our souls—want each other. Who would've guessed? The Alpha heir. The Ice Alpha, as he's called in the rink. The most arrogant playboy this pack has ever seen...is my mate. Me. Someone who's always been invisible and wanted peace.