Frigid Blast Novels & Stories

Though he was a rookie, that kid knew something I didn’t and I hated to admit it. The elastic barrier was bulging every time Noso punched it but it didn’t break and he only screamed in pain. To be honest, I was starting to think that his insides would’ve dried up by now. Thanks to the barrier too, I wasn’t affected by the heat. I waited for a few more seconds before I casted the ice spells. “[Ice Blizzard]!”

At that moment, the Frost Crystal Divine Sword seemed to come alive, and countless blood-red lights soared into the sky. Slash! Adrian roared and swung the immensely powerful Frost Crystal Divine Sword. The terrifying and unstoppable attack appeared as if it could split the universe.

he asked. The bastard tilted his head to the side, thinking about his answer. What were the fuckers testing? They made it sound like experimentation instead of just torture. Was there another reason to keep Ziyah a prisoner? “Let us see. Cryoplasm might have an effect since electricity and water did not.” Cryoplasm was a wave of frozen energy. It encased the target with dangerously low temperatures and was typically used on the battlefield. The Toris Fucker grinned sadistically at Ziyah. Her eyes held nothing but burning hatred as she gazed back at him, unflinching in the wake of his torture.

"First, the Ion-Pulse Grenade. They rely on a sub-dermal neural mesh to stay connected to Silas’s commands. This grenade creates a localized EMP that fries that mesh. It doesn't kill them, but it traps them in their own bodies. They lose motor control for sixty seconds. It turns a god back into a statue." "Second, the 'Flash-Freeze.' It’s a concentrated version of the stabilizer you’ve been stealing. When inhaled, it triggers a hyper-calcification of the marrow. Its 'locks' their shift. If they're mid-transformation, they stay that way, fragile, brittle, and incapable of using their strength."

Raphael replied, "I do not plan to annihilate or conquer a race or anyone except Roosevelt, what I will do instead is forge an alliance between me and each race, just like the pact I want to propose to you, wolf." I demanded, "What pact exactly." He smirked, "Annihilating Roosevelt together, and serving me." Mars snapped, "You expect us to serve you? Who do you think you are?" Raphael gripped his sword, he looked seconds from unsheathing it, his fingers locked the hilt, I could witness frozen tendrils of mist bleeding out. "You nearly forced me to draw frostbite" So Raphael’s sword is called Frostbite Blade. The blade is long, straight, pale blue like glacier ice. It doesn’t shine. It drinks

A gentle woman like her didn't seem the sort to cheat on her husband. At that moment, Ian spoke up. His tone was heavy. "We've been married for many years, but we kept failing to conceive a child. In the end, we went for IVF, but the embryo later went missing. Despite searching all over for it, we couldn't find any traces of it."

The day before the Qualifier, the rink was freezing, as always, but the tension in the air made it feel even colder. Elias glided across the ice, his blades carving sharp, precise arcs as he ran through his short program for the third time that morning. His breath formed clouds in the chill, but his body moved with fluid precision, each spin, each jump landing clean.

He took out his phone and barked, “Switch every surveillance camera and traffic light in Jacksboro City back on. Every! Single! One! Is that clear?” Snap! It had taken Gabriel two seconds to disconnect the surveillance. Now, it took less than half a second to bring them all back on. I smiled, picked up the machete from the ground, reeking with the stench of blood and piss, and held it to Gabriel’s neck. “Didn’t you say that in Jacksboro, life and death are yours to command? Well, here’s your chance. Kill me.” Terrified, Gabriel collapsed to his knees and started bawling.

Heat surged through her veins, thick and heavy, her breath catching as if he’d woken something dormant inside her. Lucien moved behind her, his cool hand grazing the back of her neck. “And feel me,” he whispered, his lips brushing her ear. Frost rippled through her body, shivering down her spine. Two currents. Two forces. One coil of power winding tight beneath her ribs. Selene gasped as fire and frost collided inside her—Rowan’s wild heat, Lucien’s cold precision—and sparks danced along her arms, gold and silver light twining like living threads. “Good,” Rowan growled. “Now push.”

I plop a huge glob in my hands and go to work. Inside the shower there are more controls. There is a free standing nozzle and I remove it from its cubby. I find the right controls and set it to pulse. I grab some oil and begin to oil my body when a familiar tingle awakens between my legs. I rub myself to quench the ache. Back and forth I move. I hoist my leg up on the side of the shower and grab the pulsing head. Ah! The sensation is overwhelming, like nothing I've ever felt, and I stifle a moan. Jordyn's jaw line creeps into my head. The shape of his shoulders and the swagger of his hips. I feel myself building higher and higher until I come exquisitely on the shower floor.