Cast Of Shattered Ice Novels & Stories

Just a girl. Shattered.

I said, not turning to face her. She came to stand beside me. “It is beautiful, isn’t it?” She leaned against the railing, then pretended to stumble. “Whoa, careful. This railing’s a bit loose.” As she said it, she grabbed my arm. "Help! Isabella is trying to jump!" she screamed, her voice piercing the night. Before I could react, she shoved me with all her strength. The icy water swallowed me whole. I broke the surface, gasping, and saw Sophia had "accidentally" fallen in too.

With more ice and snow melting, I could see my woman's face beneath the ice. "She's there, Finn! She's right there!" I shouted. "Yes, she is. And I'm working very hard to get her out. So shut up right now," he said. His paws were burnt and I could see that he couldn't hold Darren anymore. Lucian joined him. So did Colt, Alex, and the tuna head druid. "Sorry, Darren, but I knew you would want us to do this when you regained consciousness," Colt said. With a glaring ray of light, the last piece of ice was melted.

The question lingered in my mind: where did he even find the resources to throw such extravagant gatherings? Heading to the kitchen, I poured myself a glass of water, mustering the courage to confront Edward. Returning to the room, I hurled the water at him, breaking the glass as it shattered on the floor. "What the hell!" he exclaimed, his gaze locking onto me. "Are you sober now?" I demanded, discarding the glass with a resonating crash. The women looked at me in shock, their expressions betraying a mix of fear and disbelief. Perhaps I was on the brink of insanity dealing with this fool.

“Stay back!” Mrs. Astor crumpled sobbing against the Mayor, who's stoic face looked twice as afraid. Natalie gripped my arm, nails drawing blood. Leo stood frozen, staring at Myles’ lifeless hand dangling off the mattress, then back at the game. For on the TV, Tristan lay motionless on the ice, crimson pooling beneath his head. The crowd roared, but the sound warped—distant, underwater. “Clear!” The defibrillator thudded. Myles’ body jerked.

“Isn’t that the reason you would want to get rid of it? It’s going to scar if you leave it like this.” “That’s the reason I want to keep it.” I looked at Junto, but he still wasn’t getting it. I shook my head and looked back at the lake. “What happened with her?” “That night of the Gathering changed her. The last time she saw you two was when she was casting the fire. She used her ability to its limits and passed out. When she came to, you guys were already missing. She spent the next couple days searching for the two of you, but none of us could find you.”

I wasn’t just breaking things, I was smashing the life we had built together, a life that was now nothing more than a lie. By the time I stopped, the living room was in shambles. Glass shards littered the floor, photo frames were broken and scattered everywhere, and the walls looked bare, stripped of the happy memories that had once filled them. I stood in the center of the wreckage, chest heaving, hands trembling, as the adrenaline drained from my body.

“David?” Celeste asked in disbelief. “Yes! It’s David, the guy you brought from the low civilization,” Nova confirmed. “How could it be him?” Celeste raised her voice. Crack! At the same time, a crack appeared in the ice sculpture. Immediately afterward… Crack crack crack! A series of cracks appeared. The entire ice sculpture shattered in the blink of an eye. The person in the ice sculpture appeared. Celeste was sitting cross-legged in a long red dress.

As balls of fire shot out of my hand to intercept the ice onslaught, I readily guessed its trajectory. But Elias wasn't finished. 'Ice Wall!' A block of ice shot up, blocking all of my fireballs as they melted and obscured my view. That's what she assumed. However, I can still see her. I turned to face her, who smirked back at me through the translucent ice wall. The ice wall shattered from the ice barrage with a horrendous rattling, and the shards and parts of the ice wall shot at me in numerous directions, shredding everything they touched.

Damian burst into the clearing just as Elara stood in the center of the chaos, eyes raised, black eyes reflecting the storm overhead. The rogues had stopped attacking. They were trembling. Trying to flee. But their paws lifted from the ground. Their bodies rising. Floating helplessly into the air as if caught in invisible claws. Rain hammered harder. Damian watched stunned as the raindrops froze in the air midway, turning to shards of ice. The wolves bodies crystallized from the outside in, their snarls trapped in frozen echo. Then— CRACK. The rogues shattered into thousands of ice fragments. The shards fell.