God Of Snow And Ice Novels & Stories

At that moment, particles of snow began to fall from the sky. "HAHAHA, the gods are on our side today!" screamed the commander of the troop. "It's snowing outside! Let's see how long they can keep the fire going! " They had no idea that God had just sent each of them a letter of death.

Breaking their fathers rules as though they were irrelevant, skipping the classes he had pushed them into taking and rushing off into the woods. She laughed deeply, vaguely recalling one winter when the snow had reached past her waist, her father bent forward as he bellowed, her small frame almost completely submerged in the white blanket. The princess had barely been able to walk through it, desperately running to keep up with her brothers as they played amongst each other along the rear of the mansion. Atlas had eventually resorted to picking her up, placing Elika onto his shoulders as he ran through the snow, overlapping her brothers and making it to the makeshift finish line they had cre

She finishes. By the end of her long adorable speech I find myself smiling because no matter what happened, Snow was the only one I trusted never to hurt ,ignore or leave me. "Thanks Snow. I really needed that." I say honestly. "Anything for my human half." Snow says and I start walking towards home. I take Snows advice and I walk with my chin up, my head held high and I make each step with pride. Who knew wolves could be smarter than their human halfs?

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.

He suddenly asked and I looked up. Is he trying to annoy me or something? “I don’t know,” I said and he scoffed. “You don’t know? Then why are you here?” He asked. “I have a super hearing ability, and I can control ice, not with my mind though,” I said. “Ice?” He asked and I nodded. “So, that’s all?” He asked and I nodded in affirmation again. “Words!” he snapped. “Yes.” I said. “Show me then,” He said.

Chase sliced right into the ice dragon's core like he was slicing up a block of cheese. "That's incredible!" Barry was an expert swordsman, and he could not help exclaiming. "That's not bad, but how did Chase do it with such ease?" Eason wondered. He had basic knowledge of formations and blade techniques. The ice dragon was a powerful creation that was formed by combining Snow Reflecting Mountain Villa's blade technique and formation. It was a potent enemy in Nether Heaven and martial god kings. They were in second heaven, and its power was suppressed by the Divine Order. However, an ordinary stage-nine major martial god was still not a match against it. Chase was a stage-nine major martial

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.

Olivia's POV Winter had come quite unexpectedly. It was the first snow in two years. I remembered when it had not snowed for the first time when it was to be expected. Then the werewolves had gathered together to appease the moon goddess, thinking that it had something to do with all the wars that had been going on among the packs. However, snow had not returned and we had started getting used to the long months with no snow. I had actually liked it because I was not one to appreciate the cold but today as snow covered the ground, I could not believe that I had actually missed the snow.

I nodded, unable to form words just yet. As I walked back to the elevator, legs trembling slightly beneath me, I didn't know whether to cry or collapse or laugh. But one thing was clear. I had no idea what I'd just gotten myself into. And yet... a tiny, stupid part of me wanted to walk right back in and ask him what he saw when he looked at me with those glacier eyes. Because it wasn't just judgment. It wasn't just cold assessment. It was interest. The kind that sets things on fire.

My chest burned, and I couldn’t say anything, couldn’t make a sound. “Aww, little lovebirds, aren’t you?” Lyun hissed, her voice dripping with mockery and disdain. Rayan shot her a look of pure contempt, then gave me one last glance, one last breath, before stepping away, joining Hertor, who watched me as if he wanted to run to me and stop me from moving forward. But he didn’t. No one did. Only Lyun and I remained there, at the center of the field. It wasn’t supposed to snow at that time of year, but I think the Goddess has a refined sense of aesthetics and knows how beautiful blood looks against white frost. So, slowly, flakes of snow began to fall over us.