De Glace Novels & Stories

It felt like standing at the edge of a frozen lake. Beautiful and Terrifying. One wrong step, and everything could shatter. “Don’t hope too much, Toby,” I whispered into the darkness. My heart ignored me. It already has.

Loui left - leaving Rosalie and her shopping basket in one of the supermarket aisles. *** "Introduce. Me, Derick Skarsgard." Derick said as he stretched out his right hand in front of Malia. Derick Skarsgard, Skarsgard's golden boy who was in last order. Number four. Even though he was on the last list, he was still the darling of the Skarsgard elders. When any vampire mentions the best manipulator Skarsgard has, the answer is definitely Derick. Only Derick has the ability to manipulate. For Derick, he can manipulate anything and anyone in various ways.

However, before long, they begin to thin, until we have to separate enough to continue to remain undetected. ‘Up ahead.’ I announce through mindlink with my group. ‘There’s an opening.’ By this point, the earth beneath our paws was covered in ice, and the wind above was picking up. Soon, the snow would fall, and when it got really bad, we'd be left with little to no visibility. Quickening my pace, I move ahead of the group and begin to extend my senses further, searching for a hole in the aura that the Glacies produces. At first, I found myself coming up empty until I reach further into the mountains.

Three days later, frost coated the stone courtyard of the estate. Too precise. Each ice crystal was a perfect hexagon, edges ruler-straight, as if forced into shape by some internal pressure. They glowed faint blue at the edges under the early morning sun. Cold light seeped from within. Scent made physical. Glacial meltwater, unique to the Ice Wolf pack. Step on it and it wouldn't shatter. It would emit a fine, crystalline sound.

On the ancient scroll, the whereabouts of the three Glaciem treasures were recorded. ‘Our race possesses three treasures. They are the Illus, the Ice Spirit, and the Ice Sword. The clues to these three treasures lie within my daughter, who possesses the rare Glaciem Profound Body. My race may perish, but my daughter cannot die. Before the Glacies’ calamity, I sealed my daughter in a safe location. If future generations come to this place and follow the map on this scroll to find my daughter, release her from her seal, and nurture her growth, then they will obtain the three treasures of our tribe.’

he said, giving the photograph to the bouncer to pass to the man opposite him. His black eyes followed the bouncer till he reached him and he took the photograph from him, looking at it, he was surprised at what he saw but his reaction wasn’t seen on him. In the photo was a light brown haired woman with sparkling blue eyes. A full heart-shaped red lips, a natural defined pointed nose and long sexy eyelashes. He looked up at the man, “Drago Moonstone’s daughter.”

The not–so–young guy spoke. She smiled shyly, " thanks Angel." "So, brother, tell me. How has life been in the north Pole? " Marcellus swirled the contents in his goblet, wrinkling his nose. He'd hated the smell of old bottled blood, he brought the goblet to his lips, taking a reluctant sip before speaking, "As splendid as ever. You guys should go there for a vacay one of these days, you'd love it." Marcellus said. "I heard news of how you singlehandedly destroyed the Republic of the West. How does it feel? So much blood, how does it feel to let your predator instincts get in control? It's been awhile since we'd taken directly from a human."

The midnight ice was a flat, dark mirror. By midnight, the cooling units beneath the Madison Square Garden concrete had dialed down to their lowest operational threshold, dropping the ambient temperature of the third subterranean level to a bitter, dry fourteen degrees. The thin layer of frost that settled over the red and blue lines gave the sheet a ghostly, unblemished sheen.

At first, he thought it would’ve looked the same as Casterfall City, had it not fallen into ruins. The Stone Glacier Citadel rose high at the center of the city ruins, surrounded by abandoned houses of broken stones with thick snow upon the roofs. The citadel seemed the most damaged among all the structures of the city. The entire West Wing had fallen … pillars had been destroyed in the Glacian Temple … even the Statue of Glaceus; an enormous white deer with a thousand horns made of ice, had been broken down into stone fragments.

(Danica) The scent of premium roast coffee and expensive wood polish replaced the sharp, metallic tang of the ice rink the moment we entered the auxiliary athletic suite. It was less than an hour after the final horn, but Principal Girlie Harlow”s team had already transformed the space into an administrative war room for the upcoming Tri-Varsity Decathlon.