Bloom X Icy Novels & Stories

Boom! A huge block of ice suspended mid-air to receive the blow. The flame immediately engulfed the ice block. Soon, the enormous block of ice emitted smoke and turned into water as the fire disappeared. Before the water falls on us, I turn them into icicles and wave my hand to attack the other opponents on the move. Swoosh! Bang! It happened so fast and the others couldn't dodge my onslaught. I summoned my dragon wings and suspended them in the air. Now, I can see everyone.

Alice yelled angrily and her eyes turned blue She grabbe-d Moon’s hair and pulled her out of the room with it *Don’t worry,,our mate will deal with her* Kleio said when Kingston made a move to go out of the room. ** Moon landed on the floor as Alice pushed her roughly,,, She made to stand but Alice froze her hands and she couldn’t move them “Let me go you idiot!” Moon yelled as she couldn’t even feel her two hands “You’re still calling me an idiot?!” Alice snapped and immediately Moon’s bo-dy started shaking as the coldness strikes her,,her whole bo-dy was freezing Alice’s blue eyes glow even more when she remembered how Moon almost killed her,,she increased the cold,,Moon’s l-ips are turnin

with exaggerated swoons. Then the double doors to the cafeteria slammed open. And Zoe Tran came storming in like a Category Five hurricane. Every head turned. Her eyes scanned the room like a laser beam until she zeroed in on our table. She walked straight up to us—no hesitation, no warning. Dylan blinked. “Oh hey, Zoe—” She cut him off. “Shut up.” Her voice cracked like a whip. Dylan actually flinched. Then she turned on Dylan first. “You think you’re funny, huh?”

Another, taller and robed in mirrored armour, replied: “We can’t kill the blooms. But we can… frame them.” The table of silver lit up with symbols the runes of every known bloom and the rhythms they pulsed in. “We map the new frequencies. We simulate resonance. We fabricate false blooms.” “To what end?” “To control the uncontrollable.” And at the centre of their projection stood the Grayseed, pulsing not in rhythm but in reflection. Among the young, there were already legends. Of Mira the Binder, who sang silence. Of Saris the Flame, who broke the silence. Of Ari the Breath, who opened silence into speech.

he asked, his voice cutting through the cold, empty rink like it belonged there. I whipped around, still clutching my bag, the weight of the moment settling in. "Like it? Are you kidding me? This is insane!" I gestured wildly at the expanse of ice. "You didn’t just rent this place—you basically bought my soul." But then my brain went quiet and the excitement toned down. "What’s the catch, Medici? There's always a catch with you?" He dodged my eyes. "Nothing." A smirk. I raised a brow. "No treat?"

"Fantastic.” "Yes. If you stop being a brat, I can tell you what the Somnaris Bloom looks like before you kill someone." I inhaled sharply, biting back an insult. "Fine. Describe it." "Dark blue petals, thin stem, a little bigger than your palm. It smells faintly like wintermint. Look for that." I rummaged through the bag again, cursing Seraphina for not labeling anything, and finally found a jar with dried blue petals. "Got it."

Too unfazed for a man who had just grabbed Killian Vale by the shoulder and pulled him off someone. Off me. The bass from the club’s sound system pounded through the walls, vibrating under my feet, but it felt muted now. Distant. Like I was watching everything through frosted glass. I yanked my arm out of Zayn’s grip with more force than necessary. His brows lifted slightly, genuine surprise flickering across his features. “Explain,” I snapped. He blinked. “Explain what?”

“You always smell like it. Like a chocolate bunny.” I blink. “A what?” “A coco bunny. That’s what I’m gonna call you now.” I laugh, caught off guard. “Are you drunk?” He grins. “Maybe. A little. You’re cute when you blush.” And I am definitely blushing now. Then his hands move—sliding from my arms to my waist, his thumbs brushing just under the hem of my blouse. My breath catches. He doesn’t stop. His fingers graze up, slow and smooth, lifting the fabric just an inch.

“Remember when you fell down this staircase last time? Let’s see… what you’ll do when it happens again.” Freya was not a fool and would not fall for the same trick twice. The moment Ifrit seized her wrist, she grabbed on firmly to the railing to hold herself steady. Ifrit was caught off guard by this and ended up tumbling down the stairs instead. The railing was carved with intricate flower motifs with thorny ends that tore her skin and clothes. She felt a wave of pain sweep through her, followed by the disgrace of having been outmaneuvered.

** At the center stands a mausoleum, its doors carved with the spiral-and-thorns. Lira limps behind us, her beauty ruined. "Fools. This is its *sanctum*." The doors open. Inside, the Bloom's true form waits-a fetus of light and thorn, suspended in amniotic static. ***YOU SHOULDN'T BE HERE***, it whispers. Ravel aims her crossbow. "Yeah? Neither should you." --- **The Last Bloom** The fight is a blur. Lira turns on the Bloom, her scales becoming blades. Ravel's bolts shatter its cradle. I claw at the fetus, static tearing my hands to bone.