De Glace Novels & Stories

The Alpha had threatened to throw me into whatever Glaciem was if I failed to do his bidding. “Glaciem? Why do you want to know?” She asked, spooning loads of sugar into my oats. I paused, and watched her arrange strawberries on top of it. “Because your Alpha promised to throw me into it if I fail to do what he wants me to do.” Her jaw fell, and she looked at me with something like pity. “Glaciem is a lake.” “A lake? So what makes it terrible? It's acid?” “No. In the day, it is freezing ice, chilling to the bone, but at night, it is scalding hot— hot enough to melt away the flesh on your skin just within seconds of going into it.”

I just stared at the wide and carefree ocean, with its calm waves hitting the boat. I laughed because I kept saying boat, when in fact that it's a ship. We are going north, where mountains have risen and stood high. I wonder why the books want us to go there? "That is because..." as I heard grandpapa and Zale's mother spoke, I jumped in surprise. I wasn't expecting grandpapa nor Zale's mother to show up. "I am sorry my darling Zale, it seemed like that I, too surprised you". said Zale's mother.

It hung there in the cold air between us, small and true and impossible to take back. Nora went quiet. Really quiet, the kind of quiet where you can hear the Zamboni humming somewhere inside the building, doing its slow laps, getting the ice ready for tomorrow. “Not for you,” she repeated. “Or for anyone. I meant it generally.” Which was a lie, and we both knew it, and neither of us said so. “Right,” she said. “Generally.”

She was obviously impressed that I wasn’t reacting. “Working class and deaf? What a combination. Connor must see you as easy pickings. I mean with the amount of time you must spend on your back I’m surprised you went with that dress choice. I mean a backless dress? Maybe you need something to help you while your laying in the dirt where you belong." She’s really beginning to grate on me and I can feel my self control slipping.

She smelt of rain. Misha always smelt of flowers. She... She smelt of rain. Suddenly, Axel wished it was raining. * The two figures came closer, Fire and Ice, with the moon shining at both of them, glad that they would meet under Her watchful gaze, smiling when the two clashed finally and would prove once and for all, the power of love itself. Let the magic begin.

“Down!” I had my arm around Jace’s shoulders as I pushed him forward to the floor, and my other arm was around Malachi, and I gripped Levi’s jacket tightly. “Hylja sála!” Blue flames enveloped all of us as the bullets tore through the windows of the restaurant with deafening bursts.

“How did you get there? I didn’t see you move.” “Because I stayed in your shadow.” I skated back to centre. “When I was a kid we called it the Ghost Lead. You don’t fight strength with strength, you fight senses. If a defender can’t see the hit coming, he can’t brace for it. If he can’t see the pass, he can’t intercept it.” For the next two hours, the rink became something else entirely.

Clutching her fist in anger, Raya let out a disarming smile just to speak, "Why, yes. Sure, My Lord… only if you promise to have dinner with me." Nathan let out a certain nod then turned with Genevieve to leave the parlour. "What is Ecrin?" Genevieve asked when Nathan gave her a hand to perch at the dragon carriage. "Ecrin is my second home…" he informed her before he hopped in the carriage. "It's not a horse carriage…" she stuck her eyes out of the window of the beautiful carriage in golden brown colour and he answered, "Yes, it's a Dragon carriage and we are going to fly to Ecrin."

Meanwhile, nine thousand miles away, the wind howled fiercely across the rugged, snow dusted valleys of southern Patagonia. Ethan stood near the edge of a jagged ridge, his face flushed red from the biting cold. He adjusted the focal ring of his camera, capturing the dramatic, sweeping ice sheets of the Chilean glaciers. The international assignment was everything he had ever dreamed of raw, challenging, and breathtakingly beautiful. But his mind was entirely in New York.

Beneath it, an unopened gift box sat. It was my present for Matteo, meticulously planned a month in advance, as I always did. All he had done was grab some earrings off Elena's desk without a second thought. He had been blind to my love and care all those years. He was filled with regret. If he could turn back time, he would never let his pen touch that agreement. He shot up from his seat, intent on tracking me down, but just then, his phone buzzed to life. "Don, we've cracked it. The ones who hit all our deals are the Greco family, the top dogs of Marovia's underworld. Their boss did a stint in Itania, the same time you were there as an exchange student.