Icy Path Novels & Stories

things that intrigued him before, didn’t recently. Finally, he stood from his spot leaving everything behind in the living room, he made his way to where ever his mind took him. *** She pulled the hoodie on her head properly to cover the drizzling rain from pouring on her wet face. She walked down the narrow path at such an ungodly hour, with her worn-out sandals which had seen better days. With no particular destination, she kept walking and crying but all she could think of was that her parents had no nearby relatives whom she could go to for shelter and even if she knew anyone close. It was too late at night to take a cab and knock in front of someone’s house.

I took a bigggg bite and chewed on it happily. ''''''''''''''''''''''' "Remember to behave Zara, be careful ok?." Mom tells as she hit the road. "Yeah mom." I replied. "One more thing, your name is Quinn Anderson and do not let anyone know about your powers, ok!?." "Yeah I know mom." I rolled my eyes. "Good." Minutes later, we arrived at a very magnificent building. Mom drove into the huge compound and alights the car. "We're here, i've met the school authority, take care of yourself ok?."

Positioned between them, she felt safe. The walkway, the unkept cracks filled with lichen, was strewn with fallen leaves that crunched as they stepped on them. The front stoop consisted of a cement step and poured slab porch, the faded welcome mat reminding visitors to wipe their feet. The door to the home was intriguing. Made of wood, someone had taken the time to carve, in intricate detail, images and symbols.

“Coach Elias, I told you, I’m thinking. This deal needs a clean strategy. It can’t look suspicious. I’m making calculations.” “Damn it, Max,” the voice growled. “It’s a yes or no. You’re overthinking it. This deal puts you in a higher market, fast. Or don’t you understand what I’m offering?” “I understand,” Max shot back, jaw tightening. “I do. It's just that…damn it.” He exhaled hard as his frustration grew. “Fine. I’ll give you an answer tomorrow night.” “No!” The voice cut in immediately. “Tomorrow night is too late. If you can’t handle this simple task, say it. Fixed matches are nothing new. You’re moving too slowly for my liking. And if you…”

I was in good shape, so pedaling quickly wasn’t a problem. The scent of damp wood, pine sap, and decomposing leaves surrounded me as I pedaled through the lush Vermont forest—thick with trees, ferns, and pine needles littering the ground. Years of traveling these paths had made me confident in my ability to dodge rocks and tree roots on the uneven terrain. Maybe too confident.

path through the trees, its pitch black but Luke seems to know where he is going so holding his hand I just allow him to lead me, I look to the right and there are a pair of eyes staring at me, which makes me halt in my tracks and Luke turns to look at me then he turns to see what im looking at, he gives a low growl and that's when the eyes step forward showing me it was another wolf then it lowers itself to its knees in a bow, then Luke pulls me onwards "come on princess we are there " that's when Luke leads me through some trees into a clearing and on the other side a lone figure stands when we have covered half the distance a voice speaks as if it's standing beside us " THATS FAR ENOUGH,

Ilyana's powers were great, and she had never met anyone who could defeat her. The girl had to stop many more times. The windy path on the rock gradually disappeared into the thickets of low trees. Here Ilyana was not tormented by the icy wind, and she was able to speed up her pace. Closer to the top, the rise became gentler, and the girl walked more confidently. Even here, on the edge of an open plateau overgrown with forbs, Ilyana did not feel anyone’s presence. The full moon illuminated the overgrown path along which the girl boldly walked.

Stacy was rather sure she would hear about getting hurt again. Moments later, she stepped onto the plant-covered porch. The boards under her feet didn’t make a sound, unlike older houses that creaked loudly when someone put any weight on the boards. Ivy, ferns, and so many others that Stacy couldn’t name them all. She went to knock, but Willow already knew she was coming. The door swung open, and Nix almost knocked Stacy over to get to Willow.

I spat while grabbing the crystal pitcher full of whiskey. I stumbled up the stairs to a separate bedroom that wasn't my own. I knew what would happen tonight; I knew what Zeus wanted. I might enjoy it myself. I giggle while ushing open the dual glass doors, feeling the warm ocean breeze running its long fingers through my hair. I missed this feeling. "What are you doing, Ivy?" Zeus's deep voice rumbled in my left ear, sending shivers down my spine. My knees weakened, and I bit my lower lip, anticipating what would come next. It was like taking dinner from its prey.

Intrigued by this mysterious girl with silver hair and ember eyes, he resolved to get to know her better. Offering her a ride was his way of extending an olive branch, an invitation into his world. At first, Aqua hesitated, politely declining his offer. But as the heavens opened up and rain began to pour down in torrents, her resolve softened, and she accepted. The moment she climbed into his truck, Damon couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. The old Chevy pickup may have seen better days, but to Damon, it was more than just a vehicle—it was a symbol of his roots, a connection to his past. He drove it with pride, a tribute to his uncle, who had passed away. His uncle was the only one