Ice God Novels & Stories

“How did you get there? I didn’t see you move.” “Because I stayed in your shadow.” I skated back to centre. “When I was a kid we called it the Ghost Lead. You don’t fight strength with strength, you fight senses. If a defender can’t see the hit coming, he can’t brace for it. If he can’t see the pass, he can’t intercept it.” For the next two hours, the rink became something else entirely.

The lunar pull of this season has changed us. The pack has never exerted itself with such ferocity. I can feel the heat radiating off my teammates, a burning contrast to the sub-zero temperature of the ice. My own muscles are screaming, taxed to the absolute limit of lupine endurance, but my consciousness is crystalline. I am centered. Every sense is tuned to the singular frequency of the win.

That river stayed White ice for hundred years and no fire could drink it. My palms burned again, not from silver net this time, from pushing light into ice that was so cold it tried to eat light back. My moon mark on neck pulsed hot cold hot cold, Jax four lines around me pulsed with it, trying to help, trying to make shield that black smoke could not drink through, but shield was thin and flickering and ice island we stood on was still shrinking even with white veins, because black flame on far bank was growing taller.

Pro Development Hockey Camp, Ten Years Ago ETHAN I clock him the minute that he steps onto the ice, because it’s pretty much impossible not to. Some bodies announce themselves without trying, simply by existing at a scale the rest of the room has to adjust to. He’s one of those: chest and shoulders and thighs heavy and rippling with muscle, presence so dense it bends the drills around him. He doesn’t skate so much as arrive, each push into the ice deliberate and punishing, like he expects the surface to withstand him or be broken by the attempt.

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.

The seventh-grade Breakthrough Pill was a little tricky to crat, but Severin was familiar with it because he had just recently prepared a batch. Seeing as Severin had agreed, Oskar set down his teacup gently and rose from his seat. "Come with me to the Treasure Pavilion." With a pause for effect, he glanced at Severin and said, "As it happens, there is an Icicle Flame in the Treasure Pavilion." "Icicle Flame?" Severin was momentarily taken aback. The Icicle Flame ranked 18 on the Spiritual Fire list, and it originated from Northsea's depths. Known for the paradoxical extreme cold and extreme heat.

Felix entered her car and they left in quest for a cool apartment. Hours later......... "You haven't seen what you like yet? we have literally exhausted our options" "Nope, I want a to live in a remote place, quiet and cool, that's actually why I came to Balor of all places." "Yeah I see, it got me wondering, your car alone says you must come from a wealthy family. Turn left let me take you to Ice land then." "Ice land? Sounds dope." ICE LAND. Ice land is strangely a two storey building not even a street, It was the only building standing on its own about nine kilometers away from other buildings and stores, the serenity around the building was solemn and what more, it was insanely beautiful

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.

To make matters worse, the water in the puddle had been dyed red from the soil and everything seemed like blood was splattered all over my body. "Could this day get any worse?" I muttered. I decided to speed up to avoid encountering any more unfortunate circumstances. As I tried to step forward, I felt that something was strange. It felt like I was colder than usual. I continued walking despite the cold feeling but after walking for a few meters, I looked down. There, I saw my shoes on the verge of collapse. The reason why I was cold was because the front sole of my right shoe had completely detached itself from the cloth lining and my toe was already out in the open.

comes on, the light comes from Valerie's bag " did she leave her fucking phone here ooh my God Val" I said bringing out the phone, surprisingly it's not locked, another ping it's an image, there are all images. I open one and it takes me to her gallery and what I see blows my fucking mind, it's a picture from 2001 That's the opening day of Frost academy, in the picture I see Coach Frost standing at the right side beside a man holding the scissors to cut the ribbon, opposite him is a lady that looked so much like Valerie and Arianna but she had Arianna's eyes, standing next to her is what I think is the island owner. looking down at the picture their names is written down the woman's name is