Ice God Mga Nobela at Kwento

“How you guys doing?” “What –” sputtered one. “What the hell –” “We’re just gonna open the gate here, if you don’t mind,” Ice said, pressing the button. “We have some people inside that we really, really want to get out. We won’t be a minute. Promise.” “You can’t –” “I just did, idiot,” Ice said. “Jesus.” “Master Gideon is going to kill you,” the younger guy said. “There is no way that any of you walk away from this.”

The Alpha had threatened to throw me into whatever Glaciem was if I failed to do his bidding. “Glaciem? Why do you want to know?” She asked, spooning loads of sugar into my oats. I paused, and watched her arrange strawberries on top of it. “Because your Alpha promised to throw me into it if I fail to do what he wants me to do.” Her jaw fell, and she looked at me with something like pity. “Glaciem is a lake.” “A lake? So what makes it terrible? It's acid?” “No. In the day, it is freezing ice, chilling to the bone, but at night, it is scalding hot— hot enough to melt away the flesh on your skin just within seconds of going into it.”

Idris said reassuringly and his friend sighed. Perhaps I am just over reacting. “Welcome to the married world dear friend.” Idris said laughing. “And I was thinking that I am the one doing something wrong.” He said to his friend. “Of course, you will think that way, there are so many times I feel guilty over nothing ... And she will keep saying nothing ... I am fine and the tone self will make you feel bad.” Idris said. “That gender called female are specially made. We will keep learning abi...” Idris said further and that was when his phone rang again and as soon as he saw the phone number on his screen, he hissed.

"Idris is quiet. His father is an African man married to an Icelandic woman. He spent too long reading about Norse mythology and somehow, that knowledge translated to him. A few days ago, he woke to have bright blue eyes, the color of ice, and the power to freeze everything he touches. That one is quite scary, especially considering the fact that he can also conjure ice. So, he's basically like a frost giant then?" Damon smiled. "In a way, yes."

My mind raced, trying to find an explanation, but before I could process anything, the central igloo exploded with light. The sudden brightness made me blink, but when my eyes adjusted, I saw it. The lavish preparation. The igloo wasn't just an empty dome now. Soft blue lights pulsed from hidden fixtures, casting a magical glow over ice sculptures carved into delicate shapes. There were floating candles in small pools of water, making the whole place feel like a glittering, ethereal dreamscape. A walkway of soft white fur rugs led from the entrance to the very center. It was even more beautiful than I had imagined.

"I think they don't run because you're scary—they run because Pascha scares them off before they get the chance." Pascha smirked proudly while Trisha grumbled incoherently, sinking deeper into the sofa. "I swear, if I freeze to death in Siberia, you’ll regret it, jerk," she said, squinting at Pascha with a mock-threatening glare. "Stop acting like a child," Igor suddenly appeared from behind, holding a stack of maps and a few nature guides. "You'll be fine. If you get cold, I can build a fire big enough to roast your entire body."

Ice. He came up to the room after I called him, telling him to come up to me. "Sofia what is it? I swear to god, if you want me to paint your toenails again, I'm not doing it" Ice raised his voice after bursting into the room. "I need to talk to you about something" I spoke gently, showing him my puppy dog eyes. "Oh no, are you pregnant" Ice gasped, all the colour draining out of his face, leaving it a whitish colour.

"The high pass is unstable. If the vibration of the striders triggers the upper shelf, we will be buried before we reach the outer garrison." I forced my upper body off the freezing deck, my raw, blistered hands clutching the rough timber of the railing as the sled hit a deep ridge in the ice, bouncing violently. The movement drove a sharp, sickening spike of cold from the collar straight into my chest, making me gasp for breath. I looked at the high, towering walls of the glacier above us—massive, overhanging shelves of ancient blue ice that had slept for generations, now groaning under the weight of the sudden, unseasonable blizzard. "Killian," I whispered, my voice a fragile, shivering ra

that kept my eyes wide open. I slipped out of bed just after two a.m., pulled on leggings and a hoodie, and crept downstairs. The arena was only a ten-minute walk, and the side door code hadn’t changed since my first night here. I needed the ice. I needed the one place where everything made sense—where physics mattered more than politics, where I could outskate every ghost chasing me.