Court Of Ice And Ash Romane & Geschichten

“Satisfied? This what you waited so long for.” “Fighting fire with fire. Darkness with a more sinister darkness.” Theoden held up the sword, admiring how it shimmered. “Those bafoons never knew how to respect such magnificent artefacts... I call her Ashmere, the lake of past pain. This one, like her siblings before it, purged Slora with what is now known as the deadly plague.” “It is not just a plague…is it?” Arlen picked up a random crossbow on the ground. It instantly filling up with red arrows.

He had cut his arm off to stop the poison from cursing through his body, and somehow, this young Witch had held an upper rank two down, Remarkable,. Elin Bahask’s eyes went teary, wiping his tears, now was not the time for tears, he had to end this demon, once and for all, “Whether or not, it remains two of you, the outcome would never change.”, he said, swords up in the sky as he decided to rain down poisonous Ice swords , “Whatever happens, do not let any of those swords touch you Bahask.”, Asher warned. “That won’t be necessary.”, Fallon said.

Ember (As Ash) POV The hall glowed with firelight, shadows twisting over banners and stone, but the warmth of the flames couldn’t disguise the sharpness that lingered in the air. Every laugh was forced, every clink of goblets too loud, as though everyone in that room was just waiting for the moment when blood would spill across the table. I walked in at Magnus’s side, my shoulders squared, my expression carved from stone. Every eye turned to me, and though I wore the face of Ash, though the chains of disguise wrapped tight around me, inside I was Ember. And Ember was boiling.

NEUTRAL POV. The courtyard of the Big House buzzed with low murmurs and shifting feet. The air was thick with smoke and dust from the fires still smoldering beyond the walls. Asher stood at the center, arms crossed over his chest, feeling the weight of a pack trying to heal — and the cracks left behind by betrayal. Humans and wolves alike had gathered: warriors with bandaged arms, healers with tired eyes, even some of the townspeople who had refused to flee when the blood moon rose.

“They can’t see us?” “Not yet,” Ashara said. “The Hollowed Lands obey strange laws.” “Then let’s move before they do,” Kael growled. They slipped through broken alleys and collapsed bridges, hiding in the bones of a fallen world. As they neared the palace, Aria saw something that made her stop cold. A mural. Carved in stone. Faded, but still clear enough to see. It was Ashara. But not the one beside her. This version wore a crown of thorns. Her eyes were glowing white. And behind her, the world burned.

“We’ll do it together. You don’t have to prove yourself alone, Elias. We’ll clear your name, and we’ll burn out whoever’s hiding behind theirs.” The Concord Sigil flared bright across my chest, brighter than before, like it had been waiting for this vow. The crowd fell into a stunned hush at the sight, students shifting uncertainly, faculty exchanging worried glances. But not all of them. Professor Shara Baudoin, the Hawthorne healer, stepped forward, eyes steady, voice even. “The boy speaks truth. No one who fights like that bleeds betrayal.” Ashleigh Dana raised her chin, wild and defiant. “If the Interregnum has touched my House, then it is my duty to burn them out. And I will.” Her gaze

The sunlight caught in the crimson liquid, and for a moment, I saw it as blood swirling in crystal. This was not just about a photo. It was about pressure. About creating cracks in their perfect façade until the whole structure came crashing down. I took a slow sip and stared out at the skyline. Somewhere across the city, Delilah was burning with humiliation, Jackson was calculating excuses, and Rosaline was scrambling to protect herself. Exactly as I wanted. They thought they had buried me. They thought they had erased me. I smiled into my glass. Let’s see how you survive the storm I have set loose.

“This is how Balance mourns.” The snow fell faster, covering the mountains, the roads, the dead. The world below had burned itself clean. Now, it has frozen.

assistant"> Asgard had long been gripped by cold, and even now a fine rain drifted through the air. The road leading to the sacred Dap Bridge lay hazy and indistinct, yet it was crowded with black knights pursuing from Hand City. They rode dragons, while skeletal phoenixes spread their wings overhead. Streaks of cold green light flashed through the thick mist as the army surged forward like a swiftly moving black cloud, sweeping toward Valhalla. The icy wind filled Loki’s thin white garments. His gaze was sharp, still searching everywhere. Just as the black knights drew near the square, Loki raised his hand and made a throwing motion toward them.

"Let the fire meet the ice. Let's see which one shatters first." The Harem is crossing the frozen wasteland, fueled by a bond that has become a physical bridge. Elara is seated on the Frozen Throne, becoming the epicenter of a new world order. As the two forces collide in the heart of the glacier, will the heat of the Found Family be enough to thaw the Queen, or will the Ice Core consume them all?