Ice Gods 소설 & 이야기

After a brief pause, Crystal nodded her head and told her a little bit of what ha happened. “That was Shiva. He is a god – a god of destruction. And he is from my home –the home of Master Mane.” For the first time since their conversation began, Crystal spat out more than a sentence. Ancestor Ice was stunned by what she heard. A god? How were there other gods in this world? A feeling of helplessness filled her heart and she felt lost. They were helpless against Pazuzu. How were they supposed to deal with several gods now? “Don’t worry. There will be no others. He came here for my Master. Master made sure he was buried here.” Crystal soothed Ancestor Ice’s worry and shook her at the same time

Emotions had run wild between now and then; excitement, disbelief, discontent, rage, and now a thoughtful silence pervading the four walls like a thick blanket that lulls her back to the bay of sleep’s arms. Avian dips the feathered tip into the glass bottle and carefully lowers it onto the page where she had left, just beneath the grotesque sketch of an original Lycanthrope she had attempted whilst still in the throes of energy. “… Average of ten feet tall, five hundred pounds of muscle and fur that is impervious to the war instruments of man.” The high priest stands at the front left, his cheeks like emptied udders that tremble with each breath, “tapetum lucidum…” highly sensitised night v

How the story goes each god would drink from the cup Iris always carried. The King of Kings would asked them questions about their actions and if they lied, they would fall into a deep breathless sleep for a year. They would also be banned from being in the King of Kings presence for nine years. She was also very powerful, she could use the rainbow as a weapon to deflect and project object. She could use the reflection of the rainbow to create fire to burn or light to blind her enemies and the Pegasi was her sacred animal. The last I heard she owned a shop which she sell trinkets and gives advice to demi-gods.” Mylan said sitting down because standing for a long period of time was draining.

Goldie walks over to Katcha and grabs her by the arm. “Wait, no!” She panics and tugs on his hand to get him to let go. “What did you just do?!” Darryl also exclaims in a panic as he rushes to block the door. His knees shook from witnessing the phenomena from earlier, yet he is determined to look Goldie in the eyes. There is a golden glint within his irises, and they seemed to flicker and grow similarly compared to a fire. It grows more, and more, until all he could see is a whole room burning down. Like tinnitus, he could hear distant screaming that increased in volume. They’re crying and cursing out a name he can’t quite decipher. In the room, he is the only one who remains. The walls quic

And then he was there, close enough that I could see the flecks of gold in his brown eyes and count the number of buttons on his shirt—three, all undone, revealing just enough chest to suggest that the gym membership was being put to good use. "Thought I owed you a drink," he said, offering a glass with a lime slice perched perfectly on the rim like a tiny green flag of surrender. "Thanks." I accepted the drink, grateful for something to do with my hands, and took a tentative sip. Not too strong—vodka soda, clean and safe, the kind of drink that wouldn't impair my judgment too quickly.

“Knowing but intentionally committing a crime. You think the law of heaven is nothing, do you? Take him out, keep him forever under the glacier for ten thousand years!" “Thank you, Lord of the Gods!” He calmly thanked him. For him, once, a cowardly plea was more than enough, even if his soul had to disappear, he had no hope of seeing his callous father and mother again. The other gods were afraid, even the Sea God Dios Del Océano, who was the calmest, had to stop chanting, widening his shining eyes to look at the other gods around.

It was as impressive as it was terrifying. My eyes continued to shamelessly scan him over. His head was almost shaven with only very short midnight black hair that gave him a tough exterior. There was an evident pleased smirk playing in the corner of his mouth and as I met the deep green-blue color of his eyes with my own I gasped. It was evident that this was the god Enosos, the god witch my mother had bargained with. The whole thing filled my with dread but also with curiosity. He beamed of passion and excitement as he his eyes only focused on me. He clearly had enjoyed my ogling.

Sweat, expensive soap, and something that smells like a storm over the ocean. Alan Voss. I look at the spot where he stood—naked, powerful, and utterly terrifying. My face still feels like it’s on fire. I shouldn’t have looked. I should have kept my eyes on the floor like a good little ghost. But the tattoos on his arms… They were really detailed. Like armor made of ink. “You’re safe with me,” he had said. I sigh and push the mop across the rubber matting. People like Alan Voss don’t protect people like me.

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

"Today, we have a guest of immense status among us, and he has placed a very specific command into the core of our most advanced unit, Aurora." With a flourish, Aurora glided onto the ice-slicked stage. She was a marvel of realism—a male-coded figure (I'll keep the female figure as Lucy/Aurora for the tech context but center the interaction on the male lead's perspective), standing five feet tall with sleek silver casing and a human-like fluidity. "Let’s see if Aurora can fulfill the Alpha’s request!" the host cried. The crowd erupted in applause. Aurora’s optics swept the room, and then the unit stepped off the stage, moving with an eerie, silent grace. The audience held their breath, wonde