Blood And Ice Cream Trilogy Novels & Stories

With my rage reaching a boiling point, I grabbed the pot on the stove and splashed the scalding cream on Joey and Anna. “I’ll kill you to avenge Jake!”

Shame burned brighter—Jenna would be disgusted if she knew how wet his dominance made me. He chuckled, a deep, throaty sound that vibrated through me. "Can't take more? Liar. Your cunt's weeping for it. But fine, we'll start slow... with a little treat." He popped the lid off the ice cream, scooping a generous dollop with his fingers—no spoon, just raw and messy. The cold cream dripped from his hand as he brought it to my collarbone, smearing it across the delicate hollow there. I shivered violently, the icy sensation contrasting with my flushed skin. "Mmm, look at that. Sweet and cold, just like you try to be. But we both know you're hot as fuck underneath."

They didn’t even draw their guns, remaining frozen in place. "I said I'm leaving." I tried again, but my voice slurred at the end. I didn’t drink to get drunk because it meant letting my guard down, signing my own death certificate. Back at the restaurant, I only had two glasses of wine, which I could handle perfectly. So why was my speech slurring? “The fuuuck are you doing?” I pointed my gun at the bald head. “Get your weapon.” The slur was getting worse, not better. “Don’t waste a bullet on him,” said Hades—or the twin that had appeared by his side. “Our work has already been done for us.”

Those beautiful girls only come into my life like a fresh breath of air and the storm in the summer, appearing like light to brighten my world and make me feel normal, only for it to end under a year because I would assassinate them no matter where they hide. Those three full moon days of each year, I would be locked and chained in a cave, where I would face the greatest torment of my life. My body would transform into my Lycan beast and I would feel like I was burned in consuming pain. Yet, One way or the other, I would break my way out and trace my mate who I must kill to return to normal.

It felt like standing at the edge of a frozen lake. Beautiful and Terrifying. One wrong step, and everything could shatter. “Don’t hope too much, Toby,” I whispered into the darkness. My heart ignored me. It already has.

Eyes… deep crimson, the color of wine freshly spilled across marble. I didn’t just wake up in a different body. I woke up in a different world. And not just any world. One I knew far too well. I had read about this place before—in a book called Blood and Moonlight. A gothic fantasy where ancient vampire courts ruled the night from silvered palaces, where ruthless werewolf packs prowled the wild forests, and where an uneasy truce held between fangs and claws… until it inevitably shattered. It was a story of war. A story of betrayal. A story where love was as fatal as any blade.

Kael and Tristan stopped over last building, catching their breaths. Kael turned to Tristan and gave him a nod. “I guess it’s time to bash some skulls,” Tristan punched his other palm before he pulled out both swords from his back. Kael’s lips formed a smirk. “Let’s show them the strength of the living.” As Tristan rushed forward and began his killing spree, Kael jumped high in the air and unsheathed his Icebane sword. “I call upon to open your doors … a quarter of my soul becomes yours …” Kael thrust his sword through the ground as he landed in the middle of the crowded undead beings. “Ice Death!”

For the first time in years, Leka was silent. For the first time in years, I was happy. Just her, me, and a table full of desserts. I never wanted the night to end. And that’s when I heard the thought I wished would never exist. (This iced drink reminds me of the fact that my third name is Ice s—) Ice. My mate is Ice. The Lycan assassin with dark powers. The one the council swore was coming to kill me. The one who left bodies frozen from the inside out.

“What did I do now?” I spun on him, trembling with rage, my blood so hot I thought I might combust right there on the polished floors. The bag containing the ice cream looked ridiculous in his hand now. A man covered in invisible blood, carrying vanilla ice-cream. When he set it casually on his desk, I snapped.

Blood awakens the ice, ice carries death. ​Every single drop of my Shadow-Blood hitting the northern snow began to trigger a dormant, ancient magic seal I had spent months studying in secret. Beneath the thick layers of ice under our feet, webs of black energy were already creeping outward, preparing to lock this entire outpost into a lethal ice trap.