Novel & Cerita Fire And Ice

’ Song Jae Chan saw what Ahn did and repeatedly sent the attack on him and in return Ahn did the same making hot water splash everywhere in the arena. If Yura can slice body parts, Song Jae Chan can burn them to crisp. They were both formidable enermies, but so was Ahn. He made ice crystals from the ground where Jae Chan was standing and he narrowly avoided the sudden gruesome attack. He was about to be a sikh-kebab. One of the icicle grazed side of Jae Chan’s body but he didn’t show any sign of pain. Suddenly Song Jae Chan smiled and made two Wall of fires on both side of Ahn and started pulling it together to squash Ahn among them.

Flames A Rare kind of witches, extinct. The last Flames were burned down by common witches for the crime of being unique. Flames powers consist of Fire. Manipulating fire, imagining it, using it for one's need, and lastly illusions. Flames and Werewolves are the only supernaturals that can coexist without feeling a need to be at war with each other. There have come a time where a werewolf mate had to be a flame and the flame had to have an "Ignis" ( a soulmate ), they called him ignis because the wolves ignited the flames' fire. Just like the wolves, the Flames tend to have a short temper. When the werewolves started becoming extinct, the flames lashed out on families, friends, and mainly on

"You're wedded an Icemage. Although you seem to be immune to the cold, you must have noticed that he gets furious; the temperature drops around him every time. When he cries... If he cries, snow starts falling from the sky. It's nothing he does consciously, but it is his element, acting on his emotions. Fire mages are indeed as dangerous. They can set fire to their surroundings when they are angry or afraid." "It has never happened to me. I have... Many emotional outbursts, but my fire doesn't seem to react," Akana mumbled, who was mildly offended to be alienated even if he had no clue why. "That's because it is technically not your fire," a graceful voice said behind them.

The suns begin to separate from each other as the moons return to their orbits. Audun snatches Freya, the two flying through the air trading hits. Her ice was too powerful to be melted by even this monstrous fire-breathing dragon. I don't know how long we watch them, my eyes unable to look away. Ice and fire dance across the sky as silver and red fireworks sprinkle across the sky. Beauty always comes with destruction. There isn't an opening for anyone to attack, maybe Grayson? But he's too busy staring at the war waging in the skies. "We should help him," I drawl.

But the handsome man I had come to love didn’t respond he just watched me before taking my hand and letting his own ice mix with my fire. With a deep breath and a nod, I turned my eyes back to the battlefield and let the flames fly free directing them first to aid our men, providing a distraction that proved fatal for the attacking northerners as they were wiped out, once it appeared that none of our men were in immediate danger I focus on the attackers in front of us, noting as I turned that Tristan had developed a skill of his own. Half a dozen wolves lay dead on the ground before us covered in ice. I lashed out at an attacking wolf catching him in the side just as he lunged toward Tristan

she whispered, but the wolf simply opened one insulted blue eye and let out a sigh that sent the snow in front of his mouth flying wildly around them. “I wish I had your faith,” she whispered. “Do you think he will come tonight? I can feel him drawing nearer, but the cold is deeper now. It almost reached my bones. I fear it will soon be too late.” The wolf opened both blue eyes this time and whined. “Do not worry, I will use what last strength I have to return your mate to you. Perhaps Milo and I will not live to keep you in this plane, but that does not mean you can’t be together.”

Meera reached up to pinch his nose. "Because they're different," he insisted. "Like night and day, or ice and fire." "If ice can burn," said Jojen in his solemn voice, "then love and hate can mate. Mountain or marsh, it makes no matter. The land is one." "One," his sister agreed, "but over wrinkled."

The marsh beyond the hollow walls stirred as if holding its breath. She felt everything. Rowan’s fury. Lucien’s hunger. Her own rising storm. She lifted her hands—fire and frost blazing in perfect symmetry. The marsh answered. Roots erupted through the floor in long, twisting spears. Fire burst from her palms in a column of gold, but frost intertwined with it—blue-white veins snapping through the flames like ice lightning. Wolves howled as frost sealed their paws to the stone, while the fire seared the air around them.

he said. They walked and the lake moved beside them in its cold February way and the city sat behind them in its dense self-satisfied presence and the wind was the kind that pressed rather than merely chilled and neither of them was cold, or if they were it was the kind of cold that was simply weather rather than the other kind, the kind that got into your joints and stayed, the kind that had nothing to do with temperature. At some point his hand found hers.

The dragon caught him as they flew into the sky. He held onto Glacier’s scales tightly and calmly patted the dragon. Then he lifted his eyes. Too late. Shadow Scale’s flames were already coming toward them. Raphael tried to dodge. But there was no time. The fire struck Glacier. For a moment, everything went silent. Then Glacier released a powerful roar. One side of the dragon burned with fire. The other side froze with ice. Two forces collided. Fire against ice. Two dragons. Two crimson eyes staring at each other with pure hatred.