Blood And Ice Skyrim Novels & Stories

I groan and double over, but Alex presses against my shoulders, holding me upright. “Skye, I want to take you to the clinic. Something's not right.” “My… bracelet. It’s in the box. P-please. Please.” “Why–” “Please?” My vision goes black. I’m suddenly back on the ice, but the landscape is far more detailed than it was before. I’m closer to the city of Aurorium this time, lingering in the vision long enough to make out the hazy fluorescent glow of the buildings in the distance. The smell of copper is so thick I choke on it. Mist rises around my legs like white snakes, and below, the ice is stained red. A thick, bloody, crimson red that melts the ice. Fresh and hot–

not blue, not fire, but a spark of pure, cold silver, flickered deep within the Frost-Wyrm’s den. Aria, huddled in the freezing dark, looked at her bleeding hand. The blood wasn't green. It wasn't black. It was glowing with a soft, ethereal light that the Frost-Wyrm was leaning down to lick.

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.

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.

He clenched his fists as his blood ran wilder and wilder … faster and faster … as if it would burst out of his veins. “At last … the trump card of the royal family,” Dethnar said, his voice layered. “I have witnessed it countless times as the Aragons, wielders of the Frostcalibur, unleash their Empyreal Ability … ‘Blood of Glaceus’ as what it’s called, is it not? But the blood of your goddess will never be enough to stop me and the Frostcalibur.” “You’re wrong …” Arth replied. He slowly opened his eyes, now glowing brightly, with blue flares coming out on the corners. He reached out his right hand … and then suddenly his Blackwinter sword on the floor floated and flew back to his hold.

Blocking his path, Sky reached out, “Where’s the dragon’s blood?” James pulled out the bottle filled with his blood and gently shook it in front of Sky. Sky reached forward to grab it. However, James managed to dodge in time. “What’s the meaning of this? Do you plan to go against your word?” James said smilingly, “You misunderstood. Let us return to our rooms for now and ask the Blood Race for some equipment to store blood. Only then will I give you what I promised you.” James turned to leave, while Sky followed close behind.

“You’ll know them soon. But first, you must choose. If you accept what you are—what your blood truly holds—you will not be safe. You will not be normal. But you will be powerful. Enough to shatter kingdoms.” A wind rose, scattering leaves across the stones. Eiran stepped back into the shadows. “Wait!” she called. “How do I find you again?” He smiled. “When the moon bleeds. When the sky cracks. I’ll return.” And then he was gone. --- Aria returned to the fortress just before dawn, her cloak heavy with dew, her mind aflame with revelations. She didn’t sleep. She didn’t rest. Instead, she knelt in the center of her chambers, drew a blade across her palm, and let the blood drip onto the stone.

Ryker asked. "Yes. I had the prophecy. She's not just a Vamwolf. She's one favoured by the Moon Goddess. She's the strongest being alive... a Necrosanguine," Isha replied. "A Necrosanguine... what's that supposed to mean?" Ryker asked, still confused. "A Necrosanguine is one whose blood can heal and destroy," Caspian answered. "How does this child help us?" Ryker said. "Easy. We'll manipulate her into believing we're the good guys. Her blood is powerful. If she helps us awaken the dead... they'd be powerful. That can help us defeat Alistair and Magnus," Caspian said.

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.

“But I won’t run from it.” The flames in her blood pulsed again. And somewhere above them, behind the thick clouds... The sky began to tint red. . . . Eira collapsed again, eyes wide, chest rattling. Her hand clawed toward the sky. She whispered, voice rasping over cracked lips: “The blood moon comes.” And this time, no one doubted her. Not even Kael. Not even Aria. Because above the trees, the clouds finally broke. And the first vein of crimson spilled across the sky