Novel & Cerita Naruto Ice Bloodline Fanfiction

The blood ran down in rivulets. So much blood. The ice sparkled sickeningly with red and all Kari could hear was the terrified screams for mercy and forgiveness. Soldiers begging for their lives, begging to end it. The terrified scream of Aster as he let her die by virtue of not protecting her. In his mind’s eye, the beautiful idyllic pool that showed his power was overtaken by creeping ice. The stunning, swirling patterns that iced over the top were blood red and swirling as the color grew bolder and bolder as if more blood was being added. Then more and more still.

A pale fluorescence spread along the edges of her ice-blue slit pupils. "You've passed my trial. You used the thistle's way—completely different from Aurora. The same method your father used." Her voice softened, just slightly. "When the Ice Wolf patrol found your father on that ice ledge, he was using the blood from his fingertips to seep into the ice, bit by bit, writing your names until he and the ice froze together. What he did then, and what you did today with your lily-of-the-valley penetrating glacial meltwater, is the same method. He seeped blood into ice. You seeped lily-of-the-valley into glacial meltwater. The same method, two generations apart. He couldn't fight. But he taught yo

Somewhere north of it, in a shooting lodge in Sutherland, nine people who were told what they were before they had to carry it are asleep in a building named after a room in Aberdeen. And under all of it, in a channel she can no longer hear, something very old is going about its business, in no particular hurry, waiting for a door that has opened four times before. "Quiet," she says. "It feels quiet." She picks up her glass. "I'm going to need about ten years to get used to it," she says, "and I'd like to spend them here." END OF BLOODLINE ZERO

“Just your brain being stupid.” But the feelings from the dream wouldn’t leave. The way his lips felt. The way he said my name. It scared me more than any big hit on the ice. I couldn’t like Toby that way. I was Alan Voss. Hockey captain. Going to the NHL. Guys like me didn’t have dreams about other guys. I needed to prove it. To myself and to everyone. The next morning I texted Sarah, one of the girls who had been asking me out for months.

I pushed more energy into it, making it thicker, wider. The ice spread. My arms shook from the effort. Sweat dripped down my face despite the freezing temperature I was generating. But I didn't stop. I couldn't. I needed to be strong enough that when the time came to face Ronan, nothing, not his pack, not his allies, not even Raven's amulet could stop me from taking my revenge. Then something unexpected happened. The ice began to change. Instead of staying solid and opaque, it became clear like glass. Like a mirror. I could see my reflection in it. But then my reflection shifted.

I could feel her across the distance, her heartbeat quickening, her thoughts brushing his like the faintest ripple of fire through ice. And beneath it all, something else — something vast and ancient — stirred in the blood they now shared. My voice was barely a whisper, a prayer or a curse. “If they come for her… let them find me first.” I closed my hand's around the shard. The frost deepened, spreading across the map until the Blue Moon territories were buried under a sheen of ice. Outside, the snow began to fall harder. And far away, in the ice wood pack, Arya’s breath hitched — the bond between them tightening like the calm before the breaking storm.

I whispered, pressing my hands against his leather-clad back. I closed my eyes and reached for the Silver-Bane Seal tucked into my belt. I didn't need to see the ice with my eyes. I needed to see the heat. I channeled a small, steady stream of my internal fire into Lucian’s mind through our bond. His body jerked. His vision shifted. He saw the world in shades of orange and red. The solid ice was a deep, frozen blue; the thin, dangerous patches glowed a warning yellow. "There!" I pointed toward a natural bridge of ice that spanned a wide lead of open water.

he said, frowning. My frown became even deeper. What the hell was he talking about? My main bloodline is flame blood wolf attribute. Why is he saying I'm a pure Ice flame wolf?

“That sounds so corny!” Laughing along, I couldn’t help but shake my head in amusement. “When you say it like that, yes… yes, it sounds corny.” Still heartily laughing, Max wrapped his free hand around my neck and pulled me closer. Our bodies touched, which resulted in a wave of hot and cold flashes all over. It was like we were stuck between two oceans. Only instead of water, it was blood, and within that blood was a mixture of fire and ice. Such a union had never taken place before, so I had no way of knowing what would happen, but now I could sense it. Our bloodlines were mixed, and I had no doubts Max would find new powers to learn and control with training and patience.

He fell back to the ground with me on top; in retaliation for what he had done to me, I scratched his neck - the first thing I could sink my nails into - then leapt up to my feet. A single drop of blood fell to the floor from my broken scar, and the most animalistic growl I had ever heard rippled out of my own chest. I spun to the stairs in a sprint, hoping to the Goddess that no one had heard the commotion and would be waiting to take me down. “IRWIN!” Omari yelled after me, as I made it down a couple of steps. Something compelled me to look back at him.