Glaceon Personality Novels & Stories

I didn’t have plans, I wasn’t very social, especially with the pack ladies who always look down on me because I was an Omega. My phone buzzes in my pocket. Ah it’s Gloria. She’s my best friend. A gorgeous omega with short stature and even shorter temper. She has dark skin and thick rimmed glasses that go well with her round face. Her wolf has the heavenly crimson color that match with my brownish one anytime we go hunting or running in the woods.

I said, forgetting the fact that one of the things that he hated the most was being compared to anyone else, especially if it's a person he dislikes. "Ice, Ice, Ice..." Siege sipped air through his slightly parted lips. "I'm not the same person as Ice. I was born to be ruthless, I was born to lead, and I was born to be the alpha of my own pack. That only means that I'm much more cruel in every aspect, so you can't compare me to a lowlife, Celestina," he coldly muttered.

I promise, starting long glides over her body. She’s thin. Unhealthily so. Another turn off when there are already too many. I try to follow my own advice. To think about what makes me scorch from the inside out, and come up blank. I don’t really have a type. It’s about personality. Familiarity. Trust……. I can’t go too fast, but if this gets any slower, I won’t have the energy to finish. Something that’s clearly on their demands list, before either of my friends will be released from the practical ransom of me breaking in Sokin’s woman.

He gestured and said, "I mean, they all look alike in appearance, character, and IQ." Therefore, Gladyce was as stubborn as he was, and she had an extraordinary IQ. "Well." Gladyce smiled. "Maybe. I haven't seen my father before. I don't know if it's appropriate for me to say that." "Of course." Mrs. Cen choked with sobs. "You look alike." Gladyce's facial features, her fusion with her parents' genes, and her exquisite appearance gave off a heroic spirit. It was precisely because she had merged half of her facial features that it was hard to tell who she resembled.

Soren advised. I smiled sadly. I would never be able to do that. I had a stupidly soft heart. I wondered what it would take for me to actually harden my personality to the max. I could pull serious expressions and say fierce things, but at the end of the day, I was still that fragile human princess who wanted to hide in a corner away from everyone else. "I'll try, also—" "Soren, the other guys are already- oh, my lady, good day!" A voice cut me off, and in our midst came another of Kyle's comrades. This Lycan seemed relatively shorter and had a bubbly personality.

I still can't believe it. "I think it's because of the seafood. The past August, hated seafood because she was allergic to it. And she is a picky eater as well. It's not like August now that being a picky eater is not in the vocabulary. More like a piggy eater." Lucas's conclusion. Why does this have a point? I think it's the personality of the new August, that made Queen Snow like her. She's honest and vocal and a glutton.

"You can only stay out here in the rain." "So you're saying I should be grateful for that, then?" Vicky asked. "Of course." Selene contemptuously added, "Gloria is such a softie for being so kind to the woman who stole her man. If she had my personality, she would've slapped you in the face so you'd never show that arrogant face of yours before her again." Vicky chuckled. "That's right. People with your personality, Miss Rathborne, usually die within the first few episodes of television dramas."

“The downside is that I actually absorb that power from the original owner, leaving the owner without that particular power. So that means Troy has lost that power.” “Don’t worry about it, my dear.” Gloria smiled. “He’s a werewolf. It’s about time he started behaving like one. We don’t go around throwing fireballs at will. So I don’t really care about that power. Look at what he almost did to you and that innocent baby…” She moaned.

I sensed a mixture of anger and frustration building in the air. "I tell you this frankly because Peony is just too nice." She crossed her arms. "For as long as I've known her, Peony has always walked on thin ice. The haunting terror of her identity being revealed and of her ex-mate finding her and her daughters! All she wanted was a quiet, peaceful life." "And she can get that here!" I barked. My hands clenched into fists until my knuckles whitened. Gloria sneered, tilting her head in mockery. "No. She doesn't show her fear because she has to stay strong!"

The air was crisp and cold, and I could feel the temperature difference, a subtle reminder of the Cryomancers' power. Our escort, a young Cryomancer with an endearing shy demeanor, led us deeper into the castle. Her striking neon blue hair and icy blue eyes made her seem almost otherworldly, and I found myself wondering if her youth belied a deeper power. Despite her reserved nature, there was something about her that commanded attention, and I couldn't help but be intrigued by this quiet, icy siren.