La Era De Hielo Novels & Stories

In the skies above the glacial wall in the center of the South End, a howling tornado was wreaking havoc in an area that was about 100 miles wide. Snow covered the entire land in a thick blanket. Underneath it was a layer of ice that had been there for over ten thousand years. It was the Polar Wind Nest of the South End—a forbidden zone for humans. However, there was a faint flicker of firelight under the layer of ice. Upon closer inspection. It seemed that someone was cooking over a fire several feet underneath.

What happened to him that made him so terrified of being seen? I think about the way Toby froze up at the diner the moment he mentioned his stepbrother. I think about the sharp, quiet pain in his voice when he said his father stopped looking at him after his mother died. "You make everything quieter," he told me on the back of my bike. "Even when the world is loud." I stand up, quickly lacing my skates, pulling my jersey over my shoulder pads, and grabbing my stick. When I step out onto the ice, the freezing air hits my face, making my lungs burn. The overhead lights glare brightly off the fresh white surface.

But so does everything within ten miles. Elena looked up. Ten miles included three villages. Two thousand people. “Reinforce it,” Kael said before she could speak. Elena nodded. “We don’t have the power to destroy it safely.” She reached for the pillar. The moment her fingers touched the crystal, the world went white. She was standing in snow. Not the snow of Frosthold. This snow was older. Colder. It fell in slow, silent flakes that never melted. Sera stood in front of her.

There's a thing that happens when you step onto freshly resurfaced ice for the first time of the season. It's not the cold, though the cold hits you like a wall the second you push through that rubber curtain, sharp enough to make your eyes water and your lungs do a little surprised hiccup. It's not the smell, either, that specific mix of freezer burn and old rubber and something metallic that probably has a technical name I've never bothered to learn. It's the sound, more like the absence of it.

He stumbled back a step. “Hey, Eli. Look at me,” Elara said firmly, skating closer. “We are doing this to prove to everyone that my favorite queer on the ice isn’t backing down. Alright? Now give me that lively Eli with the step.” She hit play. The familiar dramatic notes of his short program filled the quiet arena. Elias pushed off.

Guests still lingered in the warm ballroom, their laughter muffled by thick stone walls, but Elara slipped outside alone, desperate for cold air to cool the fever burning between her thighs. She needed solitude. Space. Anything to quiet the filthy storm that had only grown worse since his confession. The garden was breathtaking in its frozen beauty. Frosted arches glittered overhead like frozen lace, and the winding paths led through magnificent ice sculptures—coiled dragons, soaring phoenixes, and elegant unicorns—all shimmering beneath the soft lantern light. Snowflakes drifted lazily, never melting, catching on her lashes, her hair, and the swell of her breasts beneath her silver cloak. I

However, before long, they begin to thin, until we have to separate enough to continue to remain undetected. ‘Up ahead.’ I announce through mindlink with my group. ‘There’s an opening.’ By this point, the earth beneath our paws was covered in ice, and the wind above was picking up. Soon, the snow would fall, and when it got really bad, we'd be left with little to no visibility. Quickening my pace, I move ahead of the group and begin to extend my senses further, searching for a hole in the aura that the Glacies produces. At first, I found myself coming up empty until I reach further into the mountains.

He suddenly asked and I looked up. Is he trying to annoy me or something? “I don’t know,” I said and he scoffed. “You don’t know? Then why are you here?” He asked. “I have a super hearing ability, and I can control ice, not with my mind though,” I said. “Ice?” He asked and I nodded. “So, that’s all?” He asked and I nodded in affirmation again. “Words!” he snapped. “Yes.” I said. “Show me then,” He said.

Pylaieus lead through a castle made entirely of blue ice, and Aelanor shuddered. She hated the cold winds in these high mountains, albeit it was considerably lesser than what one would expect at such height. There was some magic working in whole of the Dream Isles that kept the frozen water warm enough to walk even barefoot.

"We have global observation. We have fresh perspectives. We have what you've been missing for three years—collaboration." "Five minutes," Dr. Vance called. "Propagation at 78%. Some zones still showing instability." "Where?" Sarah asked. "Antarctica. Massive temperature spike. Rising faster than models predicted." "How fast?" "Thirty degrees in three minutes. Still rising. If it continues—" "The ice sheets melt," Daniel said. "Sea level rises globally. Coastal survivor settlements flood." "How many people live in coastal zones?" Maya asked. "Unknown," Chen Li said. "But thousands. Maybe tens of thousands."