Ice Planet Barbarians Book Novels & Stories

As I took small bites of my meal, my mind wandered back to the book's descriptions. When breakfast was finally over, I excused myself politely and headed back to the garden. I retrieved the book from its hiding place and found a secluded spot where I could read in peace. The more I read, the more I realized how much had been lost to history. The white wolves were not the monsters they had been made out to be. They were beings of incredible power and kindness, who had only sought to live in harmony with others.

"You didn't have to wait on the street. I was coming up." "I was impatient. And I know how the security guards get around here when they see your truck." "Hop in." Santiago leaned over, catching a quick kiss before pulling into traffic. The second they hit the main road, he reached over and interlaced their fingers. "How was the ice?" Isaac asked. "Hell. Ruiz called us a bunch of two-toed sloths. Told us to wake the fuck up before the Capital Ice Dome turns into our grave tomorrow." "You'll bounce back," Isaac said. "You were just cocky from the road wins."

“Picts . . . so many . . . ” “Yes, but they’ve all gone back north now.” “North?” Flavius gagged. “Good . . . good . . . ” “Sir, monsters?” Eyes shut for a while, Flavius breathed deep. “Monstrous, I mean . . . just terrible . . . what the barbarians can do . . . ” “Yes,” the centurion agreed. “They are pure savages on ice, sir. We’ll get you cleaned up fine and healed up well again.”

He added quickly, angrily, as if hating the softness in himself: “Don’t make me regret it.” Then he turned away, leaving Elara with the unspoken truth burning between them— The Fire King was not cold. He was burning too hot to touch.

She’d used the floating particles to make herself visible. Elsabet stared into the emptiness, averting her attention back to the book in her hands. The cover said, ‘The Book of Immortals’. Thick leather decorated with interweaving vines and roses. She recognized the depiction as the emblem found throughout the castle. Covering doors and tables, even the drawbridge. She drew a breath, realizing what she likely held. “Thank you.” Elsabet held it reverently as she made way back to her chair to read. It told of men who’d been born and raised in the Upper Lands, the world above Ardae, who’d found their way into Ardae to avoid a second persecution.

After talking a while, a man rushes at her, whom she immediately hits with the stick in her hand, causing the man to faint immediately. She cracks her neck, pointing at them, she motions them to come. They hesitate for awhile before they all rush to her with murderous look. Seeing them rushing to her, she immediately swings her stick to attack, managing to avoid the punches and weapons used against her with her flexibility Seeing how she fights and how while avoiding all hits, still beats his men, Anthony looks at the screen with curiosity. Who is this person who has the boldness to come to his territory and fights his men? He wonders internally, even though he his expression is that of indi

***ABOUT THE BOOK*** The Elf King & I is a romance/humor/fantasy fiction set in the fictional world called Aldous (+ a few more) and the real world, USA. The relationships of the characters are: - BxB for main couples. - BxG for others. This story is bound to have some silly events to depict comedy scenes for a good-time laugh. Nevertheless, though the story may start light-themed at first, it is recommended to brace yourself for a heavy plot in the future.

I recognized him immediately. He looked at me with open appreciation that he made absolutely no effort to disguise. "You picked the wrong garage if you're hoping for conversation. The Ice King is not exactly known for his hospitality." That grin widened. "You're welcome to borrow mine anytime." "LJ," I said. "And I'm here to work." "Shame." He stepped slightly closer. "Offer stands, beautiful. Don't let the statue freeze you out completely." He was obvious and he knew it and somehow that made it funnier than it should have.

and after the way they ruined the mood of the jamboree between their families…he didn't think he should. But here they are, all bundled up and in a line with four tiny sleds ready to go barreling down a hill…and honestly it feels kind of good. Maybe that's really all they needed was to just get it out, in order to move on. There’s no what ifs here. they just know. he sees James sled gliding into his own path two seconds too late to stop it. The collide and they roll and James arms wrap around him almost instantly to try to stabilize them. when they finally ram into a giant boulder built with snow, James practically has him pinned into the ground and they’re laughing and breathing heavy and a

I suddenly opened my eyes, drenched in sweat. My heart hammered against my ribs like it wanted to escape. The tent was quiet, sunlight softly filtering through the fabric. “Oh my God… it was just a dream,” I sighed, relief crashing over me. But the images lingered Liam’s intense eyes, his hands on me, the way my body had betrayed me so completely. Who on earth has dreams like that about their friend? About their complicated, once-best-friend-turned-enemy? I felt deeply embarrassed, almost horrified. It was like a twisted horror movie playing in my subconscious.