Romans & histoires Fox Frozen

The ancient phoenix beast suddenly becomes a light and flies directly towards Frost chest before it vanishes completely. Frost touched her chest, there’s a warm feeling inside. Her lips lifted in a curve, she took a breath but the moment she did that a stinky smell assaulted her nose. She frowned in disgust. Noticing something, Frost looked at the snow wolf beast, Snowy is currently covering its nose.It was even distancing itself from Frost. Frost was damn speechless. Frost shook her head in helplessness and said, “Let’s go and find the nearest river.” Snowy happily strutted towards Frost but stopped when it’s one metre away from Frost. Seeing this, Frost laughed silently. This snow wolf bea

'So the vixen is finally showing her hand. She was clever enough to realize that food would become priceless but too afraid to risk stepping into a -70°C blizzard. As such, she wanted to scrounge from him instead. Unfortunately, Cyrus knew better. This was not a snowstorm that would "pass." This was the beginning of decades of frozen apocalypse.

I looked at the source of that voice and saw a group of students blocking the hallway. One of them smirked and said “You are still her mate?” Laughter erupted in the hallway, I ignored them and kept walking. That only made them louder. One of them said “Maybe Cross will let you watch next time.” My fist tightened so hard my nails cut into my palm. I stopped walking. The hallway suddenly became quiet but before I could move, another voice cut through the tension “Move.” It was cold and dangerous. Hearing it, everyone froze instantly. I looked at the person and saw Aiden Cross walking down the hallway wearing his hockey jacket loosely over his shoulders.

"Stay close. Don't shift in the frozen food section. It’s bad for PR." Suddenly, the usual hum of the market died. A group of local hockey fans near the citrus display stopped mid-sentence. Whispers rippled through the aisles like a cold front. A young fan named Leo, his arm encased in a bright blue cast, froze with a carton of juice in his hand. Finn Reyes. The Alpha of the Miami Ice Dome. The most penalized—and most loved—enforcer in the league. "Is that him?" Leo whispered, his voice cracking.

i answer "hey" "ive booked you a motel room at the oxley, go on over, order from roomservice, ill be back in the morning and ill take you to the train station and send you home via train. No arguments little one, im tired and i dont have the patience for them." click the phone goes dead and i stare at it again. what the fuck. i sit there contemplating, i g****e the oxley and see that its a motor inn. hes kinda going above and beyond being a kind person but i am tired of being here and the staff are beginning to side eye me. i grab the handle on my suitcase and start walking.

Across the table, Derek was doing the same thing, his steak mostly untouched. Sophie told a story about work. Jason complained about his boss. Melissa showed off her engagement ring for the thousandth time. Normal conversation. Normal dinner. Except nothing felt normal. "Maya, you're quiet tonight," Sophie observed. "Still not feeling well?" "Just tired. Long day." "You should go to bed early. We're skiing again tomorrow and you need your energy." I glanced at Derek involuntarily. He was staring at his plate, jaw tight. "Actually, I might sit out skiing tomorrow. Let you guys do the hard slopes."

The tattoo of the phoenix on the baby's left hand. She knew she was holding the Phoenix of Winter in her arms. Finally! She had her chance. Discarding the lifeless body of the baby's mother, Ursula flew with the baby on her magical broom to a very desolate tower. Her plan was to keep her there, because if she is caged in, there is no way she would be able to find the destined Ice King.

"What have you done to him?” "I haven't done anything to him," she said calmly. "Yes, for years I lied to you, but it wasn't for the reasons you think. He's not just sleeping or resting like I told you. He's in a state of suspended animation. Hibernation, if you will.” "Hibernation?" I turned to stare at her, my mouth falling open. "That's what you call this?" I gestured wildly at Felix's frozen body. "He looks dead, Mother! He's not hibernating, he's—he's trapped in there!"

The path I marked is gone. I swallow hard and turn away. Suddenly, a small shape scurries at the edge of my vision. I blink and gasp. It’s Snowflake, my childhood pet fox, white fur shining even in the dim light. My heart leaps with relief. “Snowflake?” I whisper, reaching out. But as I step closer, the beautiful fox’s body rots before my eyes. Its fur falls away like dead leaves, revealing flesh crawling with worms and bones breaking through the skin.