Bloom X Icy Novels & Stories

Ben's smile slowly faded into a sly smirk. "Noa, you rejected me without even giving me a chance." His eyes gleamed with dangerous amusement. "If you're really developing feelings for your own teammate, then you've handed me the perfect weapon."

Samuel knew that would be his last sentence. X reached over his back to unsheathe a translucent blade. The color of the blade could only be described as an icicle that had seen dawn’s first light. The uniqueness did not came from its translucency but the material that it was forged from. The Transcending Ice Crystal. It was stronger than any metal alloy that ever existed but harder than a diamond. The Transending Ice Crystal could only be manipulated once, after the process was completed it would never change the shape it took.

With a fierce determination. Wren scrambled to her feet. She unleashed a cryo blast at the two-faced creature leaving trails of large icy crystals in its wake. The two-faced creature calmly leaned backwards with a smirk. Wren pressed her advantage, coming with kicks with her legs both frozen for stronger effect along icily arcs destroying the surroundings. ... The battle raged on, both exchanging blows and counterattacks. Cold air filled with sounds of ice crackling, the scent of Wren’s blood and sweat hanging heavy over the arena.

The jealousy burned hot and ugly, mixing with the leftover rage from his father. “Why do you keep looking over there?” Ryder, one of his teammates, asked as they rounded up to head back to the locker room. “It’s nothing, man,” Jax muttered, skating off the ice without another word. Elias and Elara moved to the center of the ice. Elias took a deep breath, shook out his arms, and nodded to the music tech. The familiar dramatic notes of his long program filled the arena, powerful strings, building tension, emotional swells that always pulled him in.

That alone felt strange. I was pulling off my gloves when somebody dropped onto the bench beside me. Hard. Loud enough to make half the locker room glance over. I looked up. The guy grinned immediately. Dark hair. Sharp eyes. Way too much energy for someone who’d just survived three hours on the ice. “You skate like you’re trying to murder people.” I blinked. “What?” The grin widened. “You heard me.” I stared at him. He stared back. Then he stuck out a hand. “Benito, Benito Leia.”

Unlike few other maids that acted neutral. She poured cold water on my laps. So freezing. “I reserved that in the ice dungeon for you." Elowen said. My laps froze, shaky. He traveled his hands in the hair and struck my laps with the cane. My skin tightened beneath, peppery, aching. He didn't stop hitting, Sylvia poured boiling water along. Both ice and boiling us used for the torture. The pains was some kind I could not describe. My mouth was already sealed, if not my noises would trigger the roaming mischief of Rats.

I clenched my hands tighter as the pain in my palm seared. … I had no idea how long we walked for. The sun seemed to have climbed to its peak. I was finally allowed to remove the blindfold. Before me stretched a winding, narrow path that ended in a bottomless cave. Beside it stood a towering, ancient tree. Its scent of osmanthus drifted even from afar. The villagers said the tree had absorbed the essence of countless Blossom Brides. That was what made it so tall and fragrant. When we were thirty feet away from the cave, the procession abruptly stopped.

She looked at the lucky charcoal blazer, then slowly pulled the pins from her hair, letting it cascade down her shoulders. "You're so beautiful that even a stone statue would fall flat for you," Erica's voice echoed in her head. "Beautiful?" Selena whispered to herself, her voice barely audible. She leaned closer to the mirror, examining her features as if she were seeing them for the first time. Her eyes, large and expressive, seemed to hold a world of hidden dreams. Her skin was pale and smooth, glowing under the soft Italian moonlight. She traced the line of her jaw with her fingertips. She thought about the "Ice King" Erica had described. A man who lived in glass towers, who owned half o

Eyebrows slightly wrinkled,Blaky Sudan instantly understand that the sweetheart referred by Haven Icy is Kacy instead of Sashsa Ovis. The breath eased , and Blaky Sudan was cold and said: "You think too much." "You did so much for her, and you still don't admit that you have a crush on her?" Haven Icy rolled his eyes at Blaky Sudan , stood up and said: "You just pretend, w I will see what you do when she run away." Then, Haven Icy triumphantly leave. Blaky's eyes glanced at the back of Haven Icy, too lazy to care him.

We became best friends right from our college days and we both studied cinematology during our university days. Jamie was one lady with a very pretty face. Her sunrise gold hair always flowed over her shoulders. Her glossy skin was one of her easily noticeable, admirable features. She had a dainty nose which perfectly aligned with her round face. Her petite body figure and burnished skin were perfect for her body. Jamie was indeed beautiful. I was doing the dishes in the kitchen when Jamie's shrill voice startled me again. "We did it!" Jamie screamed and excitedly jumped on me as soon as I appeared in the living room.