Blood And Ice Cream Trilogy Novels & Stories

The wind howled violently, scratching at my throat until I felt an itch that seemed to make me want to cough. "Enough talking. Choose, or I'll let them both go." At Amber's signal, the men next to us hoisted both me and Tara up. The salty sea breeze hit me in the face, and the sharp smell of ocean water churned my stomach. However, nothing compared to the screaming in my ears. Before I could even draw a breath, Ethan had already made his choice. At that moment, everything went silent. Amber instinctively turned to look at me. My vision flickered and spots of black clouded my sight, but I did not know why.

I follow his gaze and realize he's looking at my beige sweater stained with blood. "The baby isn't hurt. It's his mother's blood; I've already checked him, and he's fine. It's better not to uncover him since he's asleep and it's very cold right now; he might catch a cold." I explain to calm his men down, while I take off my sweater over my head —since I don't want to walk the streets with a blood stain; that would be terrifying—, and instantly regret it, because I'm only wearing a very thin, tight blouse. I grab the sweater and throw it into a nearby trash can. Throughout this whole time, his men and he don't take their eyes off me, fearing I might have a bomb under the sweater. I take a sca

"Help me!!!!!" But these unidentifiable creatures seemed to be having fun with their new game. Jane's eyes were tightly shut as she kept on screaming but soon silenced after the creature carrying her pierced her from the back with its long sharp finger. The pain stung badly and she lost so much blood instantly before going unconscious. .......

On the ancient scroll, the whereabouts of the three Glaciem treasures were recorded. ‘Our race possesses three treasures. They are the Illus, the Ice Spirit, and the Ice Sword. The clues to these three treasures lie within my daughter, who possesses the rare Glaciem Profound Body. My race may perish, but my daughter cannot die. Before the Glacies’ calamity, I sealed my daughter in a safe location. If future generations come to this place and follow the map on this scroll to find my daughter, release her from her seal, and nurture her growth, then they will obtain the three treasures of our tribe.’

The thick, dark primordial blood of a century-old vampire welled from the deep cut. "Drink, Brynn," Riheirk commanded, his voice raw and desperate as he pressed his bleeding wrist firmly against her lips. "Drink from me. Let my blood purge the poison. Accept it, sweetheart, please." Brynn’s jade eyes flickered. Driven by her own fading strength and the desperate, triumphant internal screaming of Solar, her jaw parted. She bit down lightly on his wrist, her lips drawing the heavy, white-hot furnace of his primordial blood into her system.

She held her hand over the cold basin, letting three drops of her thick, silver-tinted blood fall onto the frozen stone. ​The glacier groaned. ​A sudden, high-pitched ringing sound filled the air as the three drops of blood hissed against the ice. Instead of freezing, the blood turned into liquid silver light, racing up the veins of the glacier like water down a parched root. The massive wall of blue ice did not shatter... instead it dissolved the solid frozen water misting outward in a warm, fragrant cloud of winter pine and ancient starlight. ​"The gate is open."

The drive through Manhattan was a journey through a frozen graveyard. Bodies everywhere. In cars. On sidewalks. Slumped in doorways. Some had tried to flee. Others had simply frozen where they stood. A mother and child holding hands, forever preserved in ice. A man who'd collapsed mid-stride. An entire group huddled together for warmth that never came. "Don't look," Daniel said, but Maya couldn't stop looking. This was what she'd tried to prevent. This was what her warnings, her arrests, her sacrifice had failed to stop. Seven billion dead. And she'd saved forty-two.

“Mine carries lineage. If I ever betray you, let this act bind me to death.” Before she could protest, I brought the blade to her palm and made a shallow cut, just deep enough to draw a thin line of red. She gasped but didn’t pull away. Then, with deliberate care, I pressed our palms together. The moment our blood mingled, a jolt of heat surged between us. It wasn’t like the fire she had conjured earlier, this was older, deeper, almost sentient. It coiled around us like a living thing, threading through my veins and hers, sealing us in a bond that went beyond words.

In a twisted way, he really was a perfect match for Celina. I even smiled at him, just a little. “You, Celina, and John—each of you claims to be innocent. “My own brother, a woman I once loved, and my nephew. I’m not sure who to believe. “So here’s what I’ll do. I’ll lock the three of you together and let you decide among yourselves who deserves my trust. “I promise—I’ll let one person walk free. You have my word.” To make it more meaningful for them, I locked the three of them in the Stormbringers’ villa—in the same basement room where Bran once lived.

ZANE’S POV The rink was my sanctuary, the only place where the world’s noise dulled to a low hum. My skates carved the ice, each stride a desperate bid to outrun the chaos in my head. The Blizzard’s practice facility echoed with the sharp crack of pucks and the shouts of teammates, but I barely heard them. My mind was a storm—Lila Harper’s hazel eyes, her defiant mouth, the way she’d shuddered under me last night.