Novelas y relatos de Glaceon

“How did you get there? I didn’t see you move.” “Because I stayed in your shadow.” I skated back to centre. “When I was a kid we called it the Ghost Lead. You don’t fight strength with strength, you fight senses. If a defender can’t see the hit coming, he can’t brace for it. If he can’t see the pass, he can’t intercept it.” For the next two hours, the rink became something else entirely.

I lied, well it's technically the truth. "Ain't you gonna get your lunch?" Angel asked. "I'll get it for her since she seems tired. What do you want?" Hottie asked and I told him. He got up and left to get our meals. Looking at them, I could see the slight resemblance. They both had jet black hair and adorable dimples but while Hottie had hazel eyes, Angel had silver eyes and a lip ring. "I'm sure you're now convinced I'm not an Angel?" He smirked.

Roman asked me like someone who is always annoying, and I sighed deeply, throwing the book away at the wall, making him jump out of fright. "Can you shut the fuck up?!" I snapped angrily at him, he huffed and pouted like a deadass grumpy child. "Hey, I protected the princess, as you said." Ashton came into my library place with his undercover face, he changed as he passed a hand over his face, then returned to his usual face. His power is basically copying and changing his face into an undercover, useful for spying, Roman is skilled in flying and moving quickly like a flash while I can do whatever I want with a flick of my finger like disappearing, telekinesis, looking into someone memories.

Inside, five small false wolf children huddled together. A girl handed her Loera’s pouch. Inside was a carved wolf’s tooth and an unnaturally cold blue stone. The girl touched the tooth and said a name, Evrek. She touched the stone, speaking her daughter’s name, Loera. The ancient word for the blue ice of a living glacier.

As the first gate opens with the symbol of the fish-goat God, guardian God Capricorn emerges as it brings forth the cold and mist of the elemental ice. “Battlefront.” Kyle whispers just under his breath as he draws his blade close and a centimeter away and below his eyes. Tracing the front blade with his right hand as ice envelope it in return forming a diamond shine and hardness on it. He moves a step and a foot back as he vanishes in sight striking Arthur with his eyes and intent to kill.

His smile widens and accepts it. “You’re too young in this kind of job. You’ll still have many things to learn. Nice to meet you too, Miko. You can call me JD-hyung.” He said as we shake hands. Then he looked at Aikon-hyung. He noticed it and said, “Grey of Dark Knight, 18. A black belter and master of martial arts. In charge of training new agents and expert in face to face fights. Aikon Advincula outside but just call me Aikon. I’m Stargazer’s bar tender and Polaris’s barista. Hope we can be friends.”

But for Alex, he automatically knew who it was as he immediately recognized his white hoodie that got splattered with paint in the colors of the rainbow. He scrolled up and as the caption, he simply had a blue heart emoji. "Blue."

Ezra is not afraid because the other's goal is himself, but he also secretly thanks God because protecting Selena is simple as long as he could know the other's purpose. "Okay" Two black wolves with similar black fur, the most pronounced difference are their eyes. A pair of cold blue eyes clashed with a couple of fiery yellow eyes. A ferocious growl, sharp teeth. Their breaths were hot, and their heroic aura could not be underestimated. Ezra flew towards his opponent extremely fast, his sharp claws like blades attacking head-on. The mystic was someone who had also practiced sternly for years, so avoiding him was easy. He quickly switched from a passive position to an active attack.

To be able to freeze an opponent of similar strength, this is no usual ice magic spell! This was the fifth move of the 9-Dragon Roar from the Mystic Cyan Sect—The Roar of Ice Dragon Spirit.

She placed her hands over my shoulder, catching me through the mirror. I lifted my eyes and looked at myself in the mirror. I was in a white strapless gown that was hugging me like a second skin. It was showing off every curve of my body. I hate this kind of dress! My jaw flexed as I looked further. My light brown hair styled into soft curls, and scarlet red lipstick stood out against my ivory skin. My freckles had disappeared due to make-up. I looked like a completely different person. The girl who was staring into the mirror was not me!