Blue Snowball Ice Novels & Stories

Sarah said triumphantly, practically bouncing with excitement. I approached it slowly, feeling as though I'd stepped into some bizarre dream. The snowman had the classic coal buttons down its front, stick arms extending outward in a welcoming gesture, and a carrot nose. But the eyes—I leaned closer—the eyes were made of dark moon berries, not the traditional coal. "But where did the snow come from?" I murmured, reaching out to touch it. It was cold and wet, already beginning to melt in the spring warmth. "Someone must have brought it down from the Northern mountains," Emma suggested, circling the snowman with a critical eye.

“I bow to no one!” “You will bow to me.” “Never!” The white snake summoned a power ball and was going to shoot it at Ruby. Ruby being quicker held up her left hand and said, “Submission!” BOOOOMM! Her ice crystals went plunging into the White Snake. The White Snake screeched in pain. Continuing striking from midair her ice crystal continued plunging into it. The ice crystals landed all its hit leaving the snake heavily injured. Panicking it was trying to slither away, but Ruby’s ice crystal was faster. Pinning it down, the large snake could no longer move. Dust flew everywhere. When the debris cleared, Eric saw that the White Snake was rendered motionless.

I looked down and noticed that it was as if I was walking on water, as the floor was wet, but it didn't wet my feet. The air around is cold, as if a chilly breeze was constantly blowing, making my skin shiver. The silence is disturbing, dense, as if I were trapped in a place where time doesn't exist. I looked around, searching for any sign of why I was in such a place, and after a few minutes, I saw a small bluish glow and walked towards it. I realized the glow came from a simple white snowflake, with a bluish light around it. I could feel an attraction to this snowflake and extended my hand to hold the object. “Do you think you are ready?” I heard Boreas's voice.

Elara's POV: Entering the Winter Ball felt like stepping into a fairy tale. The grand room gleamed with shimmering lights that dangled from the high ceiling, casting a magical aura with its enchanting decorations of blue and silver. Sculptures crafted from ice sparkled under the soft glow, depicting intricate snowy scenes that mesmerized the guests. Soft music serenaded the room, weaving through the laughter and conversations of the attendees. As we made our entrance, all eyes gravitated towards us.

Inside, five small false wolf children huddled together. A girl handed her Loera’s pouch. Inside was a carved wolf’s tooth and an unnaturally cold blue stone. The girl touched the tooth and said a name, Evrek. She touched the stone, speaking her daughter’s name, Loera. The ancient word for the blue ice of a living glacier.

Snow White hit her limit as the hot fingers hammered in and out, splashing her juices until his hand was drenched. Splurt! Splurt! Snow White’s body wouldn't stop twitching. The taste and thought of the Titan nectar had shattered what little sanity she had left. Her breasts heaved, her lips parted in pure ecstasy from Grimm’s touch. "Ah… ah… let me… let me suck… I want to suck your nectar…" "There we go! She’s horny enough. Begging for the rod now!" The seven giants smirked. Their massive weapons throbbed, ready to impale her.

His head turned to his shoulders, and snow began to fall. “This is Velidia, the Winter Region of Noyuh.” Winzi smiled proudly. “Wow!” he gasped. He surveyed the surroundings, and everything was covered in ice. Some trees were frozen, and others bathed in snow. A bluish plant spread out around, and their luminous violet flowers gave a bewitching vibe. “This is magical!” he exclaimed. A particular tree caught his attention, it bears a circular red fruit similar to a cherry, and the branches shielded by snow.

"Those are specks of collected and restored snow in a small magical vial. The flakes only fall during the lunar eclipse. They're rare... and limited. For decades the lunar eclipse and the -rain of snow dust." "The blacks are allergic to snow dust; it's like wolfsbane to werewolves and silver to bloodsuckers. Snow dust is the weakness of dark sorcerers; a single speck of dust can kill one black," Sir Ferns said. He returned its gaze to the number nine.

Whispers of the remaining snowflakes were on top of the tranquil ice; these blew in the breeze over into the depths of the forest. As the mellow winter sun reflects it's beam lake the water shows parts of itself melting into a liquid, which is so cold that it could freeze in an absolute instance. The sheen of reflection on the arctic water from the glowing sun sparkles in the tranquil air, with the light reflecting, unique combinations of blue hues and pearlescent purples.

Above the snowline, zinc white mixed with cobalt blue created a heavy-snow effect through short, vertical lines. A sunlight beam in the upper-right corner, painted with gold powder and varnish, shimmered like liquid light under the gaze. "Behold Mr. Neil's palette-knife technique," urged a voice. Priscilla puffed out her chin, as proud as a peacock in full display. As the oil painting was spread out on the carved display rack, everyone held their breath. On the canvas, snow-capped mountains, occupying two-thirds of the frame diagonally, were painted in Prussian blue and titanium white. The layered pigments, at least five millimeters thick, seemed to replicate the rough texture of ice crystal