Blood And Ice Cream Trilogy Novels & Stories

The entire walls of the secondary chamber were decorated by helictite-like icicles. The assemblage of young subordinates and soldiers of Ayruzians were invited to celebrate that night in the primary chamber of Frozen Crescent. The speciality of the primary chamber is four types of WINEFALLS - Eternal Bliss, Black Pirate, Blue vapour, Red wine. No one knows the origin of these wine falls.

So I laid down and went back to sleep, letting myself drift off to sleep again. ***** When I woke up, Marcello was still around. Him and Veronica were so engaged in whatever they were laughing about that they did not notice me walk out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. They must have done some more cleaning while I was asleep because everywhere was tidy now. And the books? They were still right where they were. I was hungry. I needed to feed... with blood. This was the part of my nature that I hated and constantly tried to avoid every day. But roasted meat could only get me so far.

Her heartbeat, quick and strong. Her blood, potent and forbidden, singing across the wind. It was more than hunger. It was destiny. I closed my eyes, my fangs pricking as I imagined her taste. Warmth flooding my mouth, power coursing through my veins like wildfire. A tribrid’s blood could make me unstoppable. But there was more. Beneath the hunger, something sharp and unfamiliar twisted in me. Jealousy. The image of her wrapped in Damien’s arms, his mark burning

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"

She closed her eyes, and when they opened again, she knew they now shone that pale silver blue. The Collector bent down and reached a bony, rotten hand toward her. Vanessa shot a hand out and wrapped it around his putrid ankle. Ice flowed through her fingertips, cementing his foot in place. The ice spread up his leg and Vanessa saw his milky, dead eyes go wide. He tried to pull away from her, but it was too late. The ice consumed him. He released one last strangled cry and the ice overtook his face, sealing him in a shimmering blue. His frozen expression was one of absolute terror, and it gave Vanessa a momentary feeling of satisfaction. She took advantage of the spare moment to ditch her el

I announced when I finished the other one. "Zy, you already ate too much ice cream," Ellaine reminded me. "Sugar reduces levels of the stress hormone hydrocortisone," Ryle started, facing me. "Ice cream is a prime example. But it has a short-lived calming effect when you're upset but they're not exactly good for you, Zy," he continued. I told them that I am going to purchase some snacks before going home. I was supposed to go there alone but they all insisted on going. I can manage myself but they didn't believe me.

I would chain this beast with my flames and force him to yield if it meant bringing happiness to Silas. My palm releases flame straight into his frozen heart slowly thawing him. Not too fast as to avoid scorching the flesh below. The ice sweats as it melts around him in the long daunting process of thawing this ancient being. I feel Silas step closer to me ready to whisk me away if things go horribly wrong just as the last of the ice prepares to melt. Just as the ice in his eyes and body melts away I notice they are not red but they are flowing red. Liquid and moving. The blood of the innocent people he slaughtered. His eyes lock on me a rattling hiss making its way up his throat.

"For you, yesss." Tristan gave me a firm nod, and I pressed the blade hard against his hand. I might've been harder than needed, but I couldn't force myself to feel guilty. Blood pooled in his cupped hands, a blazing shade of scarlet. The scent swirled around me, rich and potent. Melted chocolate and blood oranges, liquid nectar. The Vampire side of me practically watered at the mouth, but I pushed it aside with ease. "Drink." I told them, and watched as Tristan let the blood splash to the floor.

"You have spent ten thousand years consuming yourselves because you lacked the earth to ground your heat. My blood is not a tribute to your power; it is a medicine for your burnout." Cinder stepped forward, her obsidian tipped spear lowered but her amber eyes filled with a desperate and predatory hunger. She held out a small, sun-fired clay bowl. Maya pulled a small silver-edged blade from her belt and made a tiny, precise incision on the palm of her hand. As the single drop of Silver Crest blood hit the bottom of the bowl, the reaction was not violent. It did not explode into flame.

I saw the side of his lips twitch after Eli turned his back to him. Eli stood tall and proud, like he owned every inch of the rink. I hated that I couldn't look away. Ice hockey was chaotic. Fast. Violent. Beautiful. The puck moved so quickly that I could barely track it. One second, Eli was near the blue line. Then, suddenly he was racing toward the goal post. The entire arena rose to their feet. I found myself leaning forward. Just slightly. Eli dodged one defender. Then another. The goalie moved to block the shot. For a split second, everything seemed slow, like time was gradually passing.