Frigid Blast Novels & Stories

BLADE 2. He forced his tongue into my mouth and pinned my two hands roughly on the bed. He doesn't allow me move. I wiggled my body but he ended up hitting my boobs with his palm. The pain sent the wrong sensation down my pussy. It throbbed shamelessly. He stopped kissing me and before I knew it, I landed a slap on his cheek which I regret doing. His demeanor changed instantly. I presume it didn't sit well with him.

The iron hatch groaned as Killian forced it open, revealing the inner sanctum of the Frostbite Citadel. Unlike the steaming vents below, this hall was a cathedral of absolute zero. The walls were made of compressed glacial ice, so clear that you could see the frozen corpses of Ragnar’s enemies trapped within the layers like prehistoric insects.

Their eyes were closed and a peculiar feeling of devastation began to run, like a thousand streams, into his chest, at the thought that they might be dead. “No!” he shouted as he fell to his knees. The woman’s lime green eyes cracked open and the thin layer of ice around her face cracked, but then froze again. He exhaled in relief and reached out to wipe away the tiny crystals already accruing on her lashes. “God, you’re cold,” he exclaimed, bringing his hands over her frigid cheeks.

The cold in this pristine white chamber wasn't just a rapid drop in temperature. It was an absolute, crushing physical weight. The liquid nitrogen hissed violently from hidden vents in the ceiling, pouring down on us like a thick, frosted waterfall. The freezing mist crawled up the flawless glass walls and settled heavily over our combat boots, turning the floor into a slick sheet of deadly ice.

She began explaining the problem that had stumped her for more than a decade “The effects from Blaze aspect of the poison can only nullified by frost potion, and frost by blaze.” She continued looking at the anxious faces around her “That’s the ingenuity… and the cruelty… of it. If we use frost to counter blaze, the concentration of frost element in the body increases to a dangerous level. The same happens in reverse.” “What does the blaze effect actually do?” Jack asked, absently stroking the curious cat who was nudging him anxiously. He knew his wife had stumbled upon something and yet couldn’t articulate her thoughts. “Blaze…. It burns all the internal organs,” Zelda replied calmly. “Slow

Julian The ice was supposed to be my sanctuary. A pristine, frozen battleground where the rules were absolute and chaos was swiftly punished. I stepped out of the tunnel, the freshly sharpened blades of my skates biting into the cold sheet with a satisfying, violent *shhhhk*. The biting zero-degree air hit the back of my throat, clearing the suffocating fog that had clung to my brain since I woke up in that gilded cage. I blew my whistle, the shrill blast echoing off the empty bleachers, cutting through the low murmur of the team. "Bring it in!" I barked, my breath pluming in the freezing air.

She sat in front of the freezer and opened the door. Then, she reached out and gently stroked the inside wall of the freezer. "Joy, I'm here to keep you company. This time, I know what it's like to be cold. I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry." She murmured, over and over again. Then, with finality, she curled herself up and lay down inside the freezer. Just like that seven-year-old little girl had all those years ago, the freezer door was gently pulled shut from the inside.

I say. " no problem, now eat! You are gonna need your strength! " he says excitedly. I begin eating and I wolf it all down within seconds. " for what exactly?" I say blankly. " to escape! " he says. " and damn girl talk about hunger!" All of a sudden I feel a sharp pain in my chest and it takes a minute to realise that it's from snow. " April, are we going to leave mate behind?" She asks sadly. " yes snow! He rejected us remember? He also got our parents killed! " I say matter of factly.

Just then, Snow Lady also walked over. “Snow Bestowal!” Snow Lady waved her hands, and a powerful blast of cold air erupted from her body. The flame on the Python was extinguished almost instantly when an ice chain shot toward it. The beast continued to roar. Only a few seconds later, frost began to form on the python’s body surface. “Freeze!” A low growl came from Snow Lady. Her chilly aura flared even more, successfully sealing the python away under layers of frost and ice. Snow Lady exclaimed, “Kill it!”

The sound of rustling pages faded, replaced by a sudden, violent rushing sound in my ears. White. Everywhere was blinding, freezing white. I wasn't sitting in a warm classroom. I was breathing in air so cold it burned my lungs . The smell of pine and wet earth overwhelmed my nostrils. I was moving, heavy and exhausted, my boots sinking deep into packed snow. There was a weight on my back. A heavy, solid weight. “Put me down, Foster,” a voice hissed in my ear. It was Ward’s voice, but it wasn't the calm, detached tone he used during lectures. It was raw. “I can walk. Put me the hell down.”