Glacion Novels & Stories

She knew Circe was still there, somewhere inside—but that didn’t make the emptiness disappear. The forest that lined the road to Blue Moon Pack stretched endlessly, towering evergreens swaying under the cool mountain wind. Lydia’s window was half open, letting in the scent of moss, pine, and something else—faint traces of wolf and Lycan mingled in the air, ancient and pulsing with quiet power.

Elena’s fingers were numb from gripping the rag so tightly. She’d been scrubbing the same stubborn spot on the window for ten full minutes, pressing harder with every pass, but the frost refused to give. Regular ice would have softened under the warmth of her breath and the weak morning light seeping through the glass. This wasn’t regular ice. This was Maya’s ice—Silver Wolf ice—thin, glittering, and unnaturally stubborn. It clung to the pane like it had roots buried deep in the glass, a silent, shimmering accusation that something ancient and forbidden had woken up in this tiny room last night.

The escape from the Glacial Spire was a descent into a nightmare of falling ice and screaming wolves. The city of Crystalia, once the shimmering jewel of the North, was literally melting before our eyes. Without the High King’s ancient magic to anchor the enchanted frost, the grand spires were becoming brittle, groaning under the weight of a thousand years of history before shattering into lethal shards.

The day before the Qualifier, the rink was freezing, as always, but the tension in the air made it feel even colder. Elias glided across the ice, his blades carving sharp, precise arcs as he ran through his short program for the third time that morning. His breath formed clouds in the chill, but his body moved with fluid precision, each spin, each jump landing clean.

He pulled me up patient, no rush. We went slow. He showed basic moves, gliding backward, turning easy. I copied and fell again. And again. My legs ached deep after a few minutes, muscles screaming like they were on fire. Thighs burning, ankles sore from twisting. Sweat dripped down my face even though it was freezing. Frustration built up hot in my chest. Why was this so freaking hard? And why did Roland make it look so simple? “You’re doing okay,” he said, voice calm. “Most newbies eat ice a lot.”

A massive, bio-engineered undead beast lunged straight at Kailee. "Kailee, duck!" Glacier shouted, intercepting the monster. With a violent stamp of his foot, Glacier unleashed his ice power, sending a jagged wave of permafrost racing across the floor. "Freeze, you ugly bastard!" The ice crawled up the beast’s legs, instantly freezing it solid into a pristine, rigid statue. Glacier then shattered it into a thousand frozen pieces with a single icy blast. "You good?" "Yeah, thanks Glacier!" Kailee panted, shaking off the adrenaline.

As we stand there watching the wolf i get a really bad feeling "Luke i have a bad feeling "i say through mind link "Use the water princess, give him a nice strong shower", As i start to raise my hands the wolf steps down from the waters edge and disappears, i look at luke who is just as confused as i am " maybe he wants to talk" Luke says uncertainly, After a few moments a tall man about our age steps up to the edge of the lake wearing just a pair of shorts, he has ginger hair and a scattering of freckles on his face "well hello there alpha and luna" he says with a big smile on his face

Thank you all for reading my book. This is my second book on good novel and I hope you all enjoy it. 'Quagmire' is a romance novel which possesses a lot of twists, turns, complications but still enough romance to keep it interesting and thrilling. The book is an entire work of fiction and is not intended to make mockery or downgrade any kind of individual.

Of course, damn curiosity got the best of me so I took it out of her weak hold cautiously. Scanning through the pictures she'd taken, I looked at it with admiration. All were taken incredibly with stunning sceneries of every season. Snow falls through the winter. Sunset on the summer horizon. The floating leaves of the fall and the blooming flowers of spring were all taken professionally. Quinn loved photography. Duly noted.

"The route to white Crystal is very scattered and narrow but we just have to follow the path with white stones littered on the floor." I told Heaven and I felt her release a sigh. "But there are a lot of white stones Seb, the path where we are standing bright now is even littered with white Stones." "That's the trick of the journey, those are not stones but shells." "Whoa! But it looks…" She bent down to pick it but I stopped her. "The actual stones have glaciers in them, so the moment we pass they will melt away." "Wow, why is it so?" I wrapped my hands on her waist as we started walking.." To prevent Intruders, that's the witch style."