Ice Names Novels & Stories

I sighed and just walked to the canteen. ICE'S POV: While sleeping I felt a presence looking at me. Even though I want to ignore those stares, I can’t. I frowned as I feel like I know who it is. At first, I was still in a daze as I raised my face but then I completely woke up when I saw the guy named Iciest in front of me smiling like a fool. I was stunned at first but a few seconds later, my eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "What are you doing here?" I asked lazily. I looked around the classroom and saw no trace of those four annoying creatures. I furrowed my eyebrows, where are they? They just leave me here alone with this guy? Unbelievable!

She says dismissively. I couldn’t help but feel giddy. Ice cream has a way of making everything feel better. I made a beeline to the stall we had passed by earlier, the one pressing their own waffle cones on hot irons. Their ice creams are proudly displayed behind the glass. Silky and glossy with vibrant colors. Milky white vanilla, pale green pistachio, blush pink rose water, deep purple blackberry, and a rich chocolate ice cream all lined up in a neat row behind the glass.

"Why did you mock me? Anyway, is that true? You will back to the Capital along with her? This island is still developing." "Baron, alone, is more than enough. Besides, The Emperor give me a new task." "A new task? Right after that pandemic, and his majesty want to endanger your life again. Are you sure that he didn't bully you?" Armano let out a heavy sigh, "He wants to restore Icicle." "And you accept it? Perfect." Grant answered while he's massaging his temple. Just like it name. Icicle is an island that covered in eternal snow. It used to be one of the busiest road because it was close to the border of Malcraft Kingdom, the heart of trading business in this world. Before Hongport take the

The excited one ran into the counter when he saw medium-sized cups of ice cream peaking out of the plastic bag. There are 5 different flavors: Coffee for Magnus, Cookies 'n Cream for Hail, Vanilla Caramel for Claude, Strawberry for Silas, and Mint Chocolate for Saint. The five of them have different preferences in ice creams. But one thing unites them: all of them, except Saint, hates mint chocolate. That's why Saint can enjoy his ice cream alone even if it sit on the fridge for a very long time. "We got some really good news from the ministry that why we bought us some snacks to chill," Claude started, looking fondly at their younger brothers whose eyes are gleaming in happiness.

We are a different person when it comes to these decisions. “Mom, would you buy me a shake later?” Iris gently squeezes my hand to demand a reward after our long silence. She was referring to the ice scramble that sort of like a fruity shake with chocolate syrup. Iris calls it shake because of the flavor. If Luke's favorite back then is ice cream, this one is Iris's favorite. They both like cold and sweet desserts. Probably because of the place where we are living right now. It was famous. “All right, Iris. Just don't overeat because you might develop tonsilitis.”

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His eyes were already searching for the only person he came to the Hillary campus for. The moment he found him, his name slipped from his mouth like a quiet promise. “Noa.” His gaze locked onto the one thing that always gave him away. The bold letter C represents Captain, which was stitched proudly onto the chest of his jersey. Even from across the rink, he stood out effortlessly. He moved across the ice with calm precision, every stride smooth and controlled. His turns were sharp, his stops clean. When he passed the puck, it traveled exactly where it needed to go without hesitation.

Omar had been explicit about his hatred towards my kind, but part of me hoped he would see through that judgmental fog and become the kind, caring Omar I met. "Beatrice, more ice." Persephone extended her ruby-engraved chalice, waving in a gentle upward motion. I clench my jaw at my new Ice machine status. She used me as her cooling device, forcing me to use my power at every frivolous opportunity. "Yes, your majesty." I pause my palm-leaf fanning momentarily to wave a hand over her glass, forming little clumps of ice.

His friends couldn’t do anything but stand their sulking. Demi and Victoria headed back towards the road. Victoria really wanted something cold. “Hey what about a snowball?” Victoria looked at her puzzled. “Don’t you mean shaved ice?” “No, I mean snowball. When they place it in a cone it looks like a snowball with syrup all over it.” “That’s shaved ice.” “Tomato, tomahto. Same thing.” “It is not.” “The hell it ain’t. I wont ever not call it that.” “I don’t know whether to call you country or just call you weird.”

“Then, what rating does your instructor Uncle Daniel deserve?” “Does a master of the ice line truly require a rating? The howling from the stands tells the entire story.” Isabella’s expressive face made the gathering of journalists chuckle. “Isabella, what tribute do you seek for the coming solstice?” “I want a massive cache of silver hair bands. Of course, the health of the den comes first. No wolf should suffer from the winter rot,” Isabella added after a thoughtful pause. “You speak with the wisdom of an elder, Isabella. You always project such high energy on the ice. Does your wolf never face any pack troubles?” The reporter watched her as if documenting a future legend.