Naruto Ice Bloodline Fanfiction の小説・ストーリー

He was close to shifting, to setting aside his pride to win the fight. ‘It’ll be easier to knock him out before he shifts.’ Maya murmured in my head. There was a tugging sensation in my gut, and the cold shards of ice continued running across my skin. A voice whispered out in my mind, silky yet sharp like steel. It slithered into my mind, curling around my head like a vice. I could almost picture it sliding into my mind, a smoky tendril of darkness. ‘By payment of blood, we will provide aid.’

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.

Waterila softly open the book and read it silently as her tears continually fall. The book says it shows all the answer of Princess Waterila’s questions. It shows that if a water bender eats his/her own bloodline will consume the others’ power and transform him/her to a powerful fire bender. This will allow the other bender gain and use its other nation’s power by forcing their selves to have that kind of power but turning them to a monster.

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

He has been down here for four hours, which is nothing, which is routine, which is what he tells himself. The blood-sense has been smoking for eleven days. Two hundred and sixty-three years he's had it. Since the night in 1762 when a woman named Elise, who turned him against his own considered wishes in a Viennese cellar during the Seven Years' War, pressed her wrist against his mouth and said, you'll understand in a moment, and he did. He understood immediately. He felt his bloodline snap into place the way you feel a map unfold — the specific geography of everyone who had ever come from Elise, and everyone who had come from them, a web of thirty-seven souls distributed across Europe like s

“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 take her hand and watch helplessly as our brother’s bones snap and reconfigure into his human form. I want to help him, but I don’t know what to do. I remember my first shift. It was horrible. I wouldn’t wish that on anyone, but I also know that there is nothing I can do to make this easier for him. The only thing that helped me was Doc Everett knocking me out. Since Iniko isn’t a hybrid, this should be a normal shift, except Iniko isn’t normal. No one knows what will happen with him after he shifts. Will he finally regain his memories from his life before now? Will he want Eliane as his mate again? Will the rift between him and Ancalagon start all over again?

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.