Romans & histoires Ice God

Lord Kaisen knew that the man must be sneering behind his hood . They sat down on the boat and Lord Kaisen felt a chilling sensation surrounding his body , eternal ice . He thought , finally realizing what the boat was made up off . Eternal ice was made from the life force of an ice mage and hence , it never melted or break . No wonder it could float around the bubbling magma so easily . Lord Kaisen felt a cold sensation gripping him around the waist and below , till where the boat rose but hi back felt extremely numb . It was neither burning or hurting , which meant that the temperature was so high that it was numbing his senses beyond his limits .

My eyes held The tip of the iceberg holding the steel lungs. There, at the highest point, melt the ice. It wasn't the sun that opened it. The violet light of the Ödland was much too weak. Small, black cracks formed in the perfect blue of the ice. It looked like bleeding the ice. “Do you see that?” I asked quietly and lifted my rifle. Kael was right on my side, his look followed mine. From the cracks a black, viscous substance penetrated to old engine oil

He reached into his backpack with a conspiratorial grin and pressed a freezing cold, condensation-covered can into my hands. "For you! Ice-cold sparkling water. Found it hidden in the back of the freezer downstairs." He winked. "Drink up. It will help with the heat." In a 140-degree wasteland, a cold soda was worth more than gold. "This is too generous. Thank you." "Don't mention it, Eliza." Just as I was about to pop the tab, a violent, terrifying chill shot up my spine, making the hairs on my arms stand up. I whipped my head around.

The subterranean fortress of the North European Black Rose headquarters sat like a prehistoric behemoth buried beneath the frozen skin of Iceland. Outside, the world was a monochromatic void of white and absolute black, the polar night refusing to yield to a sun that had long since forgotten this latitude. Massive drifts of snow, hardened into crystalline armor by the screaming arctic winds, concealed the titanium plating of the bunker. Only the occasional hiss of steam from the ventilation shafts—rising like the ghostly breath of a sleeping dragon—betrayed the life pulsating deep within the permafrost.

She squatted in front of the water and di-p her hand in it,,the water was so cold. She suddenly smiled when an idea stucked into her head,,she controlled the water with her mind and it turned to ice immediately,she grinned wi-dely but the smile was short lived when suddenly the ice broke and melted, ‘What’s going on?’ She thought and t©uçhed the water,it was almost boiling,,so h0t. She looked up and turned to Kingston but he didn’t move,,she turned back to the water and tried freezing it again but each time it happens,the water melt right away. She stood up feeling frustrated and walked to Kingston angrily

"Boss, I've got a bad news. The Emperor will send a representative to make a deal with us." A man servant who used thick clothes with brown animal fur, said to his leader. Desmond Krueger, a big muscle man who grind his axe down, smiling to his servant. Icicle's highest temperature was zero degree. The sun rarely show and it still a mystery why the White Wolf bandit's leader has brown tanned skin. "Hmm, it's good news. I need to test my axe."

To everyone out there that were abandoned. Isa's Pov I never thought that I would return to Icarus Falls. I can't believe I once lived here. It brings back so many bad memories. Isa sniffled as she remembers the first day she arrived in Icarus Falls. Flashback

With a single, powerful strike, she jammed the wedge into the primary gear of the winch. The machine let out a mechanical shriek as the cable snapped. The recoil sent the Scrapper stumbling back into a glass pillar, its endothermic sink shattering and releasing a wave of absolute zero cold that froze the surrounding mist into jagged shards. Elias fell to his knees as the siphon was severed, his skin pale and frost-bitten. Rhea was at his side in a second, her warm fur pressing against his shivering frame. "The 'sweetness' is our only shield here, Elias," Rhea whispered, her breath hitching in the thick air. "Don't give them fire. Give them nothing. We move in the cold, or we don't move at al

•NYMERIA• In the morning, I finished bathing and stared at myself in the bathroom mirror for a moment. I had only been in Hollowshade for a few weeks, but I had managed to sabotage my job in less than a month, having been working at the training ground I was still ignoring the calls from Christopher, but I had finally gathered the courage to call him after Petra sent me a text message before going to sleep last night, saying Chris wasn't mad at me. So, I called him while walking to the car in the driveway.

“It’s close. Closer than it should be.” “How do you know?” he asked softly. “Because it’s calling,” she said. “And it knows we’re coming.” Hours passed. The path widened briefly before dipping into a gorge and a valley carved by ancient rivers and long since frozen solid. Jagged spears of ice jutted from the ground like broken glass. The snow here was stained gray, as if the world itself had been burned and refrozen. They descended carefully, boots slipping on the frost-slick stone. Aria’s fingers brushed the wall beside her for balance and and jerked back as she felt the faintest pulse beneath the ice.