Blood And Ice Cream Trilogy Mga Nobela at Kwento

You are the reason stories like this exist. ~~~~~~~~~~ Ride with me because the ice is not empty… at least not yet. The Frozen Hearts series continues with Book Two: Offside Hearts. Here is a taste of what is coming: Eli Park is a rookie goalie with a secret he cannot afford to share. Mack Hale is the veteran enforcer who accidentally outed him years ago. Now they are stuck together as mentor and rookie in a hotel rooms, late nights, and a rival threatening to expose them both and Mack has been in love with Eli since the very beginning.

Blaze sank his fangs into her wrist and continued sucking her blood. Triana winced, a sharp pain spreading across her body. She could feel the blood flowing out of her veins. She felt dizzy and weak after a while. All she wanted to do was pull her hand back and push him away. But she resisted the urge and allowed him to drink her blood. Blaze collapsed on the floor as if he was drunk. His fangs shrunk into his gums, and his eyes returned to their original black color. Triana slumped onto the floor beside him. She was so tired and dizzy that she could hardly open her eyes.

I didn’t need a blueprint. I just needed to follow the sound of the hearts I was protecting. THE END OF BLOOD AND BETRAYAL

I inhale sharply before starting in her direction. Sage I'm standing at my locker opening my bottle of ibuprofen. This migraine is gonna be the death of me if I don't do something about it. Maybe I have a tumor? Wouldn't that be interesting. The past few weeks my headaches have been getting worse and worse and today it's at an all time high. I'm popping two blue pills into my mouth when I feel someone behind me. Lacey's eyes grow wide and I place the bottle back in it's place in my locker. I grab my folder before turning around. "We only have three C+ papers left." I say before I realized who's standing behind me.

But now, with the drastic drop in temperature, that mist solidified, turning into snowflakes made of blood. It was a shocking sight—an eerie phenomenon. The gathered warriors fell into silence, holding their breath. Even Brantley and Waylon, proud geniuses in their own right, watched intently. The battle was about to begin. "Horseback Blade!" Draven wasted no time and unleashed one of his ultimate techniques right away. At their level, there was no need for meaningless prewarning. "Ice Spear!" Umbra harnessed the crimson snow, forging a blood-colored spear of ice and hurling it forward.

{Dominic} Blood. It was all I could taste. Bitter. Metallic. Filling my mouth, my lungs. Snow pressed against my back like knives. Every flake seared into my open wounds, freezing fire against the corruption already eating me alive. My body wouldn’t move. Too heavy. Too broken. Each breath felt like dragging glass through my chest. I blinked, but the world came in broken fragments. Blurred shadows. White ground. A sky that spun. And then—

The two fighting forms came into sight once more and blood splattered across a fresh layer of snow. Warm blood melted the island and more of the white ice fell to cover it. The island was more than a layer upon layer of blood and snow with scientists dead bodies. There was a loud pained howl and sickening crunch when Brian opened up his marrow and bit into Idris's neck. As soon as I watched Idris's wolf stubble back, l felt inwardly hurt.

And now as sh3 sat on the stump, all she could think about was Jason from 'Friday the 13th' because that was all the boys were talking about. She also had a feeling of being watched. The girl glanced behind her to see two bright green eyes peering at her. But she brushed it off, thinking that it was the deer that was sniffing around their things moments ago. The creature watched on, eager to do his business. He sniffed the air once more. "The smell of fear mixed with alcohol, my favourite." He laughed. The dark figure raced across to the clearing, snapping the necks of a couple making out. Dragging them away before anyone could notice his presence, or that something was wrong. He quickly dra

The ribs part like curtains. Inside: a cathedral of frozen blood and candlelight. In the center, suspended in a sphere of black ice, float three perfect crown shards—pulsing like dying hearts. I step forward and speak the softest, cruelest word I own now: Thaw. The ice explodes into harmless steam. The shards scream (literally) as they tear free and slam into my bloodstone in a triple flash of crimson lightning. Crown HUD: 38 / 47 → 41 / 47

He puts lids on them and straws and then holds the cup out to me and says, “You’re welcome to it, if you want it.” I’m hesitant, but my grumbling tummy doesn’t give me much of an option. As I take the cup from his hands, my fingers brush against his and I’m alarmed by how cold they are. It felt colder than ice and I wish I could hold his hands and warm them up in mine. He tells me, “We get the blood from blood drives or animals we’ve caught in the forest. We try hard not to have to drink from tap. Especially with humans, although, some of us has more restraint than others.” He rolls his eyes with that last sentence and I can’t help but wonder what he means by that. Who has less restraint? I