Ice God Novels & Stories

Therefore I looked over to Viktor, squeezed his hand and nodded. He gave me a little wink and we started to walk our way across the glass bridge. Viktor leaned down and whispered. "It's actually not glass, it's ice." Turning my head sharply to him. "Say what now? It's ice! It's not even cold." He chuckled. "We control the elements, right? So, even though ice is inheritanly cold, we can still have the surroundings at a warmer degree. Making it co-exist in perfect harmony."

That helplessness hurt. "Morana's Whisper. It's a mystique art I've mastered and refined by training in the arctic regions. A single strand of it could kill even a polar bear—and now, you must bear it. Every 24 hours, it will chill you, its strength increasing with each iteration. If your Logan refuses to show up, you'll die from the cold, inside-out. A human block of ice," Deus explained stoically as if Etiennette was not a person but some sort of material.

The "Iron Gorge" was a "System-Error" of geology. It was a narrow, jagged wound in the earth where the "Acoustic Noise" of the blizzard was dampened by sheer walls of frozen granite. Here, the "Total Sector Whiteout" was replaced by a "Null State" of absolute darkness, save for the "Recursive" glimmer of ice crystals catching the dim "Analog" glow of Ethan’s light-stick.

Grandma excitedly reveals, “your exceptional talent has emerged earlier than expected. Surprisingly, it appears that you have been blessed with an incredible ability to control ice, a remarkable gift that carries boundless potential and guarantees to shape your future in unimaginable ways.” “With your incredible ice power; you possess the remarkable ability to freeze the very ground beneath your feet, creating a frosty terrain that can immobilize your foes. However, caution must be exercised, for if you are not careful, you may inadvertently freeze innocent bystanders as well. Moreover, the temperature of the sky surrounding you will mirror the intensity of your ice ability.” She explained.

I use my arms to block the lashes left and right as they come. -"Use your powers, cadet!" Connor shots while passing back and forth. The wiping becomes more aggressive, leaving a burn behind every time it meets my skin. That's when I noticed the ice chain had now blue-turquoise flames. My opponent might be strong, but he is predictable. His movement comes in a pattern that I memorize and quickly start to dodge. Bothered with the fact his chains are no longer effective on me, he dissipates it to conjure fire spheres he throws in my direction—the moment they hit the ground, the area freezes.

I heard Ocean murmur as I was going out the door but she was too drunk to stop me. It was dark and chilly out, the road slightly covered with bits of snow here and there. Most of it was melted by now but with global conditions I wouldn't be surprised if it snowed right now. The street lights were my only source of light and judging from the fact that the street signs weren't making any sense, I was pretty sure I was lost. I tucked my hands into my pockets as I walked down the long, dark road, hoping to see Dallas's house somewhere. I squinted, stumbling a little bit as I struggled to find out where I was going. Maybe this was a bad idea.

His breath made small white clouds in the cold air. "You came," Adrian said softly. His voice was warm and close. "Sophia told me you were down here," Ethan said with a small smile. "Shouldn't you rest your shoulder?" "My shoulder is fine. My mind is just loud," Adrian murmured. He opened the small wooden door to the ice. He held out his hand to Ethan. "Come out here with me." Ethan hesitated. He looked down at his normal leather boots. "Adrian, I don't have skates. I will mess up the ice."

“Where are you? Freezing out here.” There was no response. I walked a slow circle around center ice, my breath fogging faintly in the cold air that lingered after the crowd had cleared out. The door to the arena opened. I straightened up immediately, already starting to say his name, a small smile forming on my face before I'd even seen him. "Took you long enough—" A figure stepped through, briefly silhouetted by the light from the hallway behind him. His height and build matched exactly what I had expected.

"He chose to come here. Chose to work the fields. Chose freedom. That choice had risks. He accepted them." "Did he? Did he know that accepting freedom meant dying in a field at thirty-two?" "No one knows what accepting anything means. We just choose and hope." Elena covered James's face. "You gave him six months of choice. That's more than Victor gave him in two years." Forty-eighth stone for Hope's Garden. Maya carved it herself. The third winter was worse than the models predicted. Minus-thirty sustained. Minus-forty during storms. Minus-fifty for three days straight when polar vortex descended.

“I’m coming soon, sweetheart. I promise. The doctors are taking good care of you, right?” “Uh-huh. But I want you. Not the ice man.” I flinched. Alessandro’s expression darkened, but he stayed silent. “The ice man?” I repeated gently. “Yeah. The tall one from my dream. He looked angry. Is he mad at us, Mommy?” My gaze locked with Alessandro’s. The raw hunger and pain in his eyes nearly broke me all over again. “No, baby,” I lied softly, my voice trembling. “He’s not mad. He… he wants to meet you. He’s a very important person, and he’s going to help us.”