God Of Snow And Ice Novels & Stories

“You know, you are the white jade, the snow mountain gave birth to you, and the sun and the moon gave you your soul. Over millions of years, he acquired a soul and life and eventually transformed into this body. When he saw all the changes in mankind, he resolved to become a god to help them. Through thousands of years of training, he had a great change and finally became a god. At that time, he thought that he would have extraordinary strength, not only having a life free of worries and suffering but also being able to change the miserable fate of mankind. But after becoming a powerful god, he knew he was wrong… Human fate is determined by them, god also has no right to change, the only thi

Selene, the Moon goddess, and Ryujin, the God of dragons, glared at each other, both believing they were right and the other was wrong. And then a third voice popped up, " I say we should bind her to no creature, give her some of my blood, I am Khione, daughter of Boreas and Goddess of Ice and Snow, with my blood she will stand strong like an ice statue, cold and untouchable, and men will fear her." Try as they might, the other Gods could not decide who was right for Villanelle, so in the end, they chose all three. Creating a wolf with the strength of a hundred wolves, fur as white as snow, and breath colder than ice.

“Tell me about the gods and goddesses, Alaric.” “Well, there were twelve gods and goddesses, I killed three and you killed one, leaving them with eight. There is Ramiel, god of thunder, Haziah, god of Ice, Selene, goddess of Love, Azura, goddess of water, Hades, god of the underworld, Alinta, goddess of flame, Aron, god of Hate and Noel, god of Earth.”

It is sweet Balder on a shiply pyre adrift to seidhr waters, golden Nanna enflamed, safety is only found after Ragnarok, wouldn’t you know? Winter came for Balder come mistletoe’s kiss. And Odin rides the worlds for His son’s ghost. Sweet Frigga weeps tears of sapphire, then snow. And Hela and Nanna talk long by the hearth-side. Winter comes for us all, even the gods, even Death will Die, and in Dying, Live Again, Anew, Life Eternal may be found in snow. Poetic Refrain: The Vulture Queen and Other Songs

“Ah… yes. Thank you. If I may ask, who are you and where are you from?” “I… hahahaha… I've liked you since the beginning… you're friendly, unlike the residents of this palace who are very… hmm… what should I call it, tense? Ha…ha… ha, I just wanted to get to know you, and it's like they think I'm going to kidnap you. My name is Kalas, I am a guardian god in the mountains of Wijayaya which are covered with eternal snow." "Oh really? What is snow?”

“Is he talking about the God of War?” Cyan and the influencers were stunned. They cocked their heads back and looked at Snow enviously. Snow was not just from a prominent family, but she was somehow connected to the God of War too. Draig crossed oceans just to be a bodyguard to Snow. Despite Snow’s connections, she was afraid of her family forcing her into marriage with the Krads. It did not make sense. Though curious about Snow’s link to the God of War, no one dared to ask. Anything related to the God of War was top secret.

FALINE sat next to the window while idly petting Astora with her free hand. Fall turned into winter. Large snowflakes were drifting in the wind and sticking to the garden grounds, covering the barren plants and walls in a thin layer white. Ever since she was granted the power of the ice, she could see and feel the winter more than her colleagues could. Snowflakes always fascinated her since then with their never ending patterns and glassy gleam. Faline could stare at them all day.

She had to give her all in this one spell. “Calling upon the heavens above; O’ The Nymph of winters, grant me your power: Glistening Snow!” Tapping her staff on the ground harshly, the ground broke and began to shake. Kriss smirk grew wider, knowing this is the getting started. “Lauch; Avalanche.'' She ordered, pointing her staff at the enemies where an avalanche occurred, killing hundreds of men under the snow. Because the weather was burning hot. And they were not prepared for the abrupt coldness.

A sharp pain shot through my back, but I ignored it, refusing to let it show. He sighed, his shoulders slumping as he stepped closer. "I'm just... sad, I guess. I don't want you to leave." His voice softened, tinged with reluctance. "We'll be apart—different universities and all..." I could see where this was heading. Logan's jaw tightened, and I knew it wasn't just about the distance. Riverside's hockey team and Green-Hill's had been fierce rivals for as long as anyone could remember, and the thought of me attending Riverside only added fuel to the fire.

A large breeze went by causing me to shiver and unconsciously take a step closer to Dallas. Snow flurries swirled around, magical as ever - it was as if we were in a snow globe. I, very softly and slowly placed my palms on Dallas's chest and although in heels I still had to slightly get up on my tippy toes. Our eyes didn't disconnect for a single second. We were locked in each other's gazes as I looked at him and watched a snowflake fall onto his noes and forthwith thawed into a small drip of water.