Novel & Cerita Gods Of Ice

Just then, an icy voice suddenly came from the far sky, "What a big mouth ..." Only to see that in the direction of the back mountain of God's Ghost Peak, seven silhouettes suddenly stepped into the sky, and all the God's Cauldron disciples were instantly overjoyed, "It's Elder Big Dipper! Elder Big Dipper is out of the gate!" Those seven silhouettes arrived in an instant, the first two, one wearing a purple robe and one wearing a green robe, were Elder Purple Dome and Elder Coldwood, all seven of them, had cultivated into Earth Immortals.

The god realm was as vast as it was terrifying. There were sprawling cities dropped down between clusters of mountains, and ravines that stretched as far as the eye could see. Desert lands resided to the far East, and up North held a wasteland of ice and snow so thick that even the gods avoided it. Beasts roamed every corner of the continent, along with creatures so ancient their names had long been forgotten.

From what had happened before, Ice Demon was strongly hostile to the people of God's Palace. Even the five God Realm Masters had suffered a crushing defeat. Who would dare to become Ice Demon's enemy? The God of War of Mysterious Frost in the Northern Region glanced around and had no intention of fighting. His eyes fell on the five God Realm Masters who had almost lost the ability to resist. He said indifferently, "Considering that it's not easy to cultivate, I'll spare your lives this time. You can go." The five God Realm Masters could only sigh and retreat when they heard this.

He is wearing white flowy robes similar to what the moon goddess wears. “My child, this is Zeus, my mate.” “It’s nice to meet you.” Sonya says. “The pleasure is all mine. All us gods are extremely happy with you and everything you have done for us. We want to give you something in return.” Sonya looks at the moon goddess and then back to Zeus. “What could you possibly give me?” “Peace of mind. We are going to put an end to Hades’s army and let you leave in peace with the man you love.”

I had been missing for two days, and my father had already arranged a meeting to discuss a celebration. My death was a celebration and great news to them all because their dumb heads thought I was a demon spy. They see me as a curse, not knowing that I have their lives on my palm. Whether this pack exists or not lies in my palm. Those two days, I had met face to face with the godmother of the werewolves. The moon goddess had taken me into the spirit realm, right in the heart of the moon, far away from earth. A place that had no sorrow or trace of pain. It was like a paradise where everyone would die to live in. It had everything that could make life so much sweeter and more overwhelming.

A jolt immediately went through my whole body. “What… what can I do…?” “What can you do…? Not only you are covered with wounds all over— what’s more, I can’t heal you with my magic. Your only choice, child— is to pray to the celestial gods.” “Celestial gods…?” I find myself to be sneering— I wondered why. “To whom? Your ancestor Loki? Or his parents— Fárbauti? Or Laufey? Or should I pray to you since you are the descendant of a celestial god?”

"You know he can't stand disrespect." Ryker shrugged, unfazed. "Green-Hill players haven't earned my respect yet." "They haven't earned mine either," I chimed in, giving Ryker a pointed look. "But you might want to save the attitude for when Coach isn't around. He doesn't take kindly to that shit, and you'll be doing extra hours on the ice if you disrespect those assholes." Grayson snorted and shook his head. "Calling them a bunch of assholes isn't exactly respectful either, is it?"

The pull—not from beneath, but above. The sky split open again, silver bleeding into red. And through it came a sound I hadn’t heard since before the fall. A howl. Low. Endless. Divine. The kind that didn’t belong to wolves. Julian’s voice was a whisper. "What is that?" I lifted my head slowly. "A god remembering it’s hungry." The horizon flickered. Behind the silver clouds, something vast was moving—a presence the size of mountains, dragging light with every breath. The old gods were not dead after all. They were simply waiting for someone to call their name.

The other gods were afraid, even the Sea God Dios Del Océano, who was the calmest, had to stop chanting, widening his shining eyes to look at the other gods around. The Thunder God Rey de Los Lobos was the first to break the silence, stepping forward, prostrating himself, saying: “May the Lord of the Gods calm down, the body of the Fire God León de Fuego is badly damaged, if it has to endure the cold of the glacier for ten thousand years, but perhaps a hundred days he may not have endured it." Satiro nodded his head in agreement, saying, "That's right!" "Don't say anything more, if you can't stand it, it's also because of it, it must be responsible."

she said, her voice laced with surprise. Yes, I read about it at the Tower of Order. Mostly, only the divine tortoise clan can wield ice attributes but not as powerful as mine. The wielder would freeze to death if they couldn't control their power. Only a few survived. Some turned berserk and became a threat to the world. One opportune night, the divine beasts found some ordinary beasts who could wield ice attributes and once they reached a greater height of their power, they could become divine beasts.