Romans & histoires Ice Age Novels

The iron hatch groaned as Killian forced it open, revealing the inner sanctum of the Frostbite Citadel. Unlike the steaming vents below, this hall was a cathedral of absolute zero. The walls were made of compressed glacial ice, so clear that you could see the frozen corpses of Ragnar’s enemies trapped within the layers like prehistoric insects.

He laughed "I love you, Ravenna North" "And I love you, Axel North" * This is the literal end of Fire and Ice! Finally! I just wanna say a big thank you to all the people that read to this point and also to the people that cared enough to text me on my g***l which is still ojegift99@g***l.com. I love you all so much and I'd miss you all terribly ಥ╭╮ಥ If you're asking if they would be a sequel on Briar and Kyle?

He laughed, dropping his box onto one of the tables. The lounge was usually empty during morning lectures, which was exactly why Professor Ellis had let us use it to sort donations before the event next week. Books covered almost every flat surface. Mystery novels sat beside biographies. Romance books had somehow mixed with history textbooks, and Benito had already started making ridiculous commentary every time he picked one up. He held up a crime novel. "This guy definitely did it." "You haven't even opened it." "I can tell." "You're impossible." "I've been told."

Also, this book has such a grip on me that I can't even explain it. Just as I was about to continue reading "All the Bright Places," I heard a knock on the door. 'Yes, come in!" The substitute says. When the door opens, I am hit with the most amazing scent. It smells woodsy, and it makes my hormones turn haywire! "Mate! Mate! Mate!" Snow (my wolf) screams in excitement. I am happy, too, but that is before I see who it is. No! No! No! It can't be! The future Alpha of this pack can't be my mate!

"Who is their master?" "The Ice-Wyrm," the Oracle replied, and the golden light around them shrank down, like it was withdrawing. "A ancient, colossal beast of absolute zero. It came from the deepest trenches of the Great Glacier. It felt the death of its children, and now it’s broken through the permafrost. It’s currently leveling the Obsidian Claw packlands, chasing the silver light that slaughtered its army." Kaelen cursed—viciously—hauling me upright, and Caleb’s golden eyes popped wide with panic. Jace was already mentally doing distance calculations, like his brain didn’t even blink.

IVY POV No matter how many times I visited Hale, I never got used to how breathtaking his mansion was. The high ceilings, the quiet luxury, the way everything felt expensive without trying… it still made me pause every single time. The past few weeks have been… surprisingly nice. And that was mostly because of Walter. He made the place feel less cold, less like a fortress built for one grumpy hockey prince. I sat across from Hale at the long dining table, notebook open, pen in hand, trying to ignore the way his brow furrowed so tight it looked like it might crack. He squinted at the page, lips moving awkwardly as he tried to read a simple line in Spanish.

"I'm right here. It's just the cafeteria, Noah. The same tables, the same chairs. Nothing changed but the light." "It's... it's not just the light," he whispered, his voice breaking. "It's the space. It gets... it gets so big when I can't see the edges." I tightened my grip. I thought about the girl he’d told me about—the one hiding in the dark while her mother died. I didn't see the hockey captain anymore. I saw the person who had survived a nightmare and was still waiting for the sun to come up. “Don’t cry,” I said. “I’ve got you.”

"You beg so easily. Pathetic. But I can smell your desire—your cock weeps for me, your hole hungers." With a casual flick of his arm, the world around us tore apart. The apartment vanished in a swirl of shadows, replaced by a vast, frozen cavern deep in some underworld realm. Jagged ice walls sparkled with embedded crystals, and snowflakes danced in the air without falling. In the center loomed an altar—a massive slab of black ice shaped like a crude bed, with glowing red runes carved into its surface. Chains hung from iron rings embedded in the ice, waiting.

Paul instantly greeted him the moment he entered the classroom while their other classmates became eerily quiet as they stole cautious glances at him. He is Blaze Arden Vaughn, the so-called ice prince, and an heir to his family's empire. He is known for his beauty and perfection but no one could ever get close without being bitten by the frost that surrounds him. "Good morning Paul" Blaze greeted back with his usual calculated smile. He didn't even spare a glance to his other classmates who hurriedly settled on their respective chairs after they spotted Beam entering the classroom. "Good morning Blaze" Kit greeted when he entered right after Blaze.

• She reached for my hand, and I let her take it, understanding that this particular vulnerability — admitted fully, without the careful editing I’d practiced for over a decade — felt different from anything I’d allowed myself before. “Perfection protected you once,” she said. “I need you to actually hear that, because I think it’s important. The version of yourself you built after that championship, the Ice Wall, it wasn’t irrational. It was a survival strategy that made sense for a nineteen-year-old with no other tools available to him. But it can’t be allowed to keep running your entire life, Sky. What protected you at nineteen is actively costing you at twenty-eight.” “What did it cost m