Glacion Novelas e Histórias

I explained to Glacia, but she didn’t seem to understand me. “What do you mean?” she asked, tilting her head to the side. “The Alpha is unreadable. I can’t figure out why he did it. Drop the question and ask something else.” Glacia shrugged. “I don’t think I have any other serious question in mind,” she muttered. I sighed and immersed my entire body in the milky water. “For now,” I heard Glacia add in mischief. I knew what that meant. More questions are coming, silly ones included. Glacia is a thorn, a thorn that heals a broken soul.

However, before long, they begin to thin, until we have to separate enough to continue to remain undetected. ‘Up ahead.’ I announce through mindlink with my group. ‘There’s an opening.’ By this point, the earth beneath our paws was covered in ice, and the wind above was picking up. Soon, the snow would fall, and when it got really bad, we'd be left with little to no visibility. Quickening my pace, I move ahead of the group and begin to extend my senses further, searching for a hole in the aura that the Glacies produces. At first, I found myself coming up empty until I reach further into the mountains.

"Thank you, Aunt Cleo. This means a lot to me." The pendant Aunt Cleo gave Aqua was nothing short of mesmerizing. Crafted from sterling silver, the pendant was shaped like a delicate crescent moon, symbolizing the mysterious and potent nature of Aqua's powers. At the center of the crescent nestled a large, oval-cut gemstone that was uniquely clear, like a drop of captured morning dew. The clarity of the stone made it particularly special, as it reflected Aqua's emotional state, changing color with her mood. Intricate filigree work adorned the crescent moon, with tiny symbols and runes etched into the silver, each representing protection and strength. The craftsmanship was exquisite, making i

The glaciers stood vast and unyielding, their icy peaks stretching high into the heavens, glistening under the pale light. Beneath them, crystalline waters flowed, cold and pure, untouched by time. The air was crisp, biting against the skin, and the silence was heavy—almost sacred. Yet, hidden beneath the frosted surface of serenity, tension crackled like lightning in a storm, waiting to unravel. And then, it did. Hayden's scream shattered through the frozen expanse, a wretched sound that broke through the heavy silence with such force that the ground itself seemed to tremble.

She wore a fitted uniform and carried a tablet like she owned the world. “I am Rhea, personal assistant to Mr. Steele,” she said, her voice clipped. “I’ll be evaluating your usefulness.” Elara straightened. “Evaluate me… how?” Rhea raised a brow. “Don’t speak unless asked. That’s rule three.” Then she walked around Elara, studying her like a sculpture. “You’re smaller than expected. Quiet. Soft-spoken. Fragile.” Elara tightened her fingers. “I’m not fragile.” Rhea’s lips twitched. “We will see.”

I asked her. Kiran shifted forward, and he leaned his elbows on his knees, as he clasped his hands together. “What’s wrong with the baby?” “She has AMC,” I answered him, my voice dull and flat. It felt so final to say it loud. “What the hell is AMC?” Kiran asked with a frown. “She has fused joints,” Adara said softly, and I nodded my head. “Fused joints?” Kiran repeated. “It means her joints are so fused together, she won’t be able to bend or straighten her limbs,” Adara said, with sadness in her eyes. “She’ll probably never walk.”

The "Great Engine" did not move with the grace of a ship; it moved with the unrelenting, crushing inevitability of a glacier. For weeks, the city of Aethelgard ground its way southward, its massive caterpillar treads flattening hills of basalt and pulverizing ancient pine forests into mulch. But as they crossed the final ridge of the Frost-Spine mountains, the landscape changed from the grey of ash to a blinding, crystalline white.

“You pushed me into the ice.” Mason’s face hardened. His dark amber eyes flashed. “Did you want to die? Your fever was so high that if I had not cooled you down your brain would have melted. Glacier did not just reject you, Corin. He poisoned you. The cream he put on you contained extract of wolfbane blossom. It stops healing and infects wounds.” At the sound of his name, the hollow space in my chest began to ache again. Glacier. His betrayal hurt more than my torn arm. I closed my eyes to hide the tears rising in them.

I froze. Aldric stood calmly and turned to him with a provoking smile. "Stay away from her." Glacier’s voice was low, rough, but heavy. It made my body shake. He moved forward, slow and dangerous. The look in his eyes could freeze blood. "How dare you get this close to her? Don’t you know she’s my mate… and the Luna of the Silverstone pack?" Aldric stepped back, cool as ever. A sly smile touched his lips, like he was enjoying the chaos. Then he looked at Glacier and said calmly, almost cold.

“Follow me, please.” We trailed after him, weaving through the crowd until we reached our seats… right at the edge of the rink. So close I could see the ice clearly, the lights reflecting off it like glass. “Oh my God,” Zoe whispered. “These seats are insane.” My hands were cold. Or maybe that was just my nerves. The lights dimmed slightly. Music blasted through the speakers. One by one, the players walked out onto the ice. And then I saw him. Ronan.