Glacion Novels & Stories

Lyra looked up at him, her beautiful eyes filled with the solemnity of a revered Luna. “In a place that is the complete opposite of where thanorite originates, Arvani, the land of eternal snow, grows a rare herb called Glacialis Herba. It only thrives on icy mountain slopes, where sunlight barely touches and the snow never melts. Glacialis Herba has an intensely cold nature that directly opposes the fiery essence of thanorite.” She tightened her grip around the dark purple stone in her palm. “It’s precisely because of this extreme contrast that this herb is the key ingredient in creating an antidote.”

Even Alex looked like a mini-astronaut. "Thermal scans show a massive heat source inside that glacier," Alex checked his wrist computer. "It's huge. It's not just a base. It's a city." They climbed into the snow-crawlers (all-terrain vehicles) unloaded from the plane. They drove towards the glacier wall. As they got closer, they saw it. Carved directly into the sheer ice cliff was a gate made of black metal, three stories high. Above it, carved in ice, was the symbol of The Ouroboros.

"What does that mean?" Navarro pulled up projections. "The current stabilization is temporary equilibrium. Based on the isotope patterns, we project another major temperature shift in eighteen to twenty-four months. Could be warming. Could be another freeze. The mechanism is unstable. It will keep cycling until it's shut down or burns out." "Shut down how?" Morrison demanded.

JULIAN The ambient temperature of the university ice rink was kept at a strict forty-two degrees, but as I stepped out of the tunnel at five in the morning, it wasn’t cold enough. I needed it colder. I needed the chill to sink through my thermal base layer, pierce my muscle tissue, and freeze the marrow in my bones. I needed it to extinguish the heat of Kael Sterling’s wet, gear-clad body pressing me into the shower tiles.

"We already have enough problems. Retrieving the body isn't possible right now." The book replied. "If Raphael gives her the body before you do, forget your alliance. She will not support you." More words appeared. "Remember this carefully: if Roosevelt's demon side takes over, you are already dead, because his dragon will become stronger than Glacier." Micha frowned. "Who's Glacier?" "Raphael's dragon." Micha blinked. "Whoa. That's actually a cool name." The book answered. "It stops being cool when it freezes your warriors to death and shatters their bones with ice."

The glacial meltwater was waiting. "You never release, so you're never depleted." Luna crouched down and pressed her palm to the ice. The golden lines on her palm were warmer than usual. The lily-of-the-valley sensed the frequency of glacial meltwater and was actively adjusting its own temperature to match. "I released once. When Nyx was sealed, my great-grandmother's great-grandmother, the previous Ice Wolf Queen, released all of her glacial meltwater. She transformed it into the permafrost of these ice plains. She fused her body and her scent into this plain, becoming the ice itself." Freya looked down at her, the fluorescence in her eyes steady. "Every inch of ice beneath your feet. Her p

No scattered daggers now — I wove moisture and floodwater into a single spear of pure, flawless ice, three metres long, diamond‑hard. I launched myself over rubble, leaping into the open chasm. Absolute Glacier Spear. I drove it home. The keen point pierced clean between the third and fourth ventral plates, sinking to the hilt. The moment ice met living heat — I collapsed its core. Freeze it from the marrow outward.

Kael could not take his eyes away from the sky-touching mountain ranges around him. The snowcaps had soared high in the orange sky, touched by the settling sun. He had heard before that these ranges were the borders of Glacia from the southern regions. And although he couldn’t see it, he knew there were highly-fortified walls above the mountains, with fat round towers to keep watch of the border.

But he could not find any human, monster, supernatural or demon that fit the descriptions of her fatal blood. She jolted out of her sit in fear as Marcellus walked into the office, her eyes momentarily trailing him. "Hi...I'm Lyra...Lyra Glen."she stuttered. His presence alone radiated pure darkness and terror she felt all of it when she stared into those steely obsidian eyes like she'd seen them. She couldn't help a wave of panic when a familiar but yet unfamiliar feeling tugged at the back of her mind.

And every time I would almost tell him and it was on the tip of my tongue I would think of my father and how I gave him my word. It was Monday the next day and Eric, Nova and I went into the snowcapped forest. Everything was bright, with the green of the trees shielded by thick blanketed snow, the ground soft beneath our feet. Nova marveled at the snow, laughing and tracing her fingers in it until she got cold and put her mittens back on. Eric talked about where snow came from and why it snowed at all, which interested Nova to no end.