Fire Vs Ice Novels & Stories

He added quickly, angrily, as if hating the softness in himself: “Don’t make me regret it.” Then he turned away, leaving Elara with the unspoken truth burning between them— The Fire King was not cold. He was burning too hot to touch.

"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.

"You don't get to tell us what to do." Tarada fired back at him. Adonis could feel a tingling sensation flowing through his hands and without thinking, Adonis stretched forth his hand and shot a fiery blow of fire toward Tarada. Tarada dodged just in time and quelled the fiery ball with a surge of ice from his body. "Weirdly, you use fire to fight, but that is not an issue. I am an equal match for you." Tarada chuckled and threw a block of ice at Adonis dodged it and glared at the men in the room.

Programmed response lag—triggered by the comms blackout. Dark red Wildfire erupted from the greatsword, flaring for less than three heartbeats. The flame's color began to shift. Dark red to ice blue. Ice blue to ashen white. Each shift a precise counter-modulation of his scent frequency. By the third second, the Wildfire broke completely free of his control, surging back along the blade toward his arm. The old callus on his sword-hand hissed faintly under the ice-blue flames. High-temperature Wildfire reversed into low-temperature ice flame. His hand absorbed both burn and freeze simultaneously—two opposing physical forces tearing at the same flesh.

Lucas' face remained composed and said faintly, "Many people said so too." The Evil Icy Lake Dragon could no longer tolerate his anger and once again, he opened his mouth widely, and another chilly ice power charged toward Lucas. Unfortunately, this time, Lucas opened his right hand. On top of his palm, the Pure Fire showed up. Broom! Lucas threw the Pure Fire. The Pure Fire and chilly ice power clashed upon each other. However, the chilly ice power was not at all able to defeat the Pure Fire and was melted in an instant. 'What?!!'

Nueva counteracted with freezing chrystals, and the two elements met in a blinding blast, lighting up the dark woodland as the ice clashed with fire. The more Marigold pushed with her firestorm; the more Nueva called on the ice. Her feet slid on the ground from the fierce forces, and Nueva dug her heels in deep to withstand the sheer powers from their reversed tug of war. She screamed in fury as her unprecedented abilities exploded from her open palms. Although, this made the temperature drop drastically around them. As a result, frost started covering the ground and spreading toward the feral wolfs. Nueva could hear their nervous whimpers and snarls as the icy rime closed in.

Faster and faster, the wall of fire swirled and built until finally the entire courtyard had been consumed in a fiery kiss. If another human had been present for the phenomenon, they would have compared it to the pits of hell. Wanting ever more power to be gained and harnessed and un- leashed, Oliver stretched out his hands as if being crucified and called the flames back to him. As the destruction compacted and convulsed angrily, he flung his hands to the heavens. The swirling, convulsing maelstrom of fire obeyed him in totality

I had earlier on made a constructive prophecy that came out of simple imagination and suspicion about something relating to cold and ice on conjunction with the winter. Seemed I was right though, I’m always right. The winter comes with unimaginable cold, sometimes overwhelming and brutal. We all know that living things like to take cold substances but in ourselves, we don’t want to get extremely cold as the substance. How dare venture into the ice road or ice water, seems death is beaconing on you. No one with his or her right senses goes in contact with ice. That’s the same way it is with our lives. When we are cold within, we scare people away likewise when we are too hot. Life needs to be

And he wasn’t going to make it swift. Abe summoned a pair of earth gauntlets as he watched the fire wielder summon his flames. The man’s balled up fists were engulfed in flames, and the flames seemed hotter than they were initially. Fire wielders were emotional beings, much like ice wielders. The angrier a fire wielder got, the more powerful his/her flames were. The calmer an ice wielder got, the more power he/she was able to draw from the ice elements. *Boom*

He exclaimed loudly, sarcastically clapping his hands as he got closer. "You know I am pregnant!" I shouted back, furious that he went so hard. "I do," his foot steps paused three feet from me. "All the more reason you need to protect yourself." Raising his hand, he summoned fire. It twirled in his fingers as my panic soared. The moment he twitched to even move, I felt a pulse radiate from my body. Throbbing, it felt as it came from deep inside me. Looking him in his eyes, I let go. Pointing my hands straight, ice crystals form like little daggers and flew towards him. Laughing, he easily dodges them. Like a child having a fun game of dodgeball, he seemed to be having a little to much fun. S