Novel De Glace Novels & Stories

He pulled me up patient, no rush. We went slow. He showed basic moves, gliding backward, turning easy. I copied and fell again. And again. My legs ached deep after a few minutes, muscles screaming like they were on fire. Thighs burning, ankles sore from twisting. Sweat dripped down my face even though it was freezing. Frustration built up hot in my chest. Why was this so freaking hard? And why did Roland make it look so simple? “You’re doing okay,” he said, voice calm. “Most newbies eat ice a lot.”

I hissed. He blanched and stepped aside. I burst through the doors just as Ronan was lacing up his skates. He looked up, his eyes flashing a dangerous, molten gold. "Jack? What the hell are you doing here? The game starts in five minutes." "You’re not playing," I panted, stepping close so the other players wouldn't hear. "The victim at the morgue—he was a messenger. The ice is rigged, Ronan. Not with explosives, but with Lunar Forensics Lab-grade toxins. The moment the zamboni hit the ice, it spread a mist that reacts to Alpha pheromones. If you go out there and your heart rate spikes, you’ll shift uncontrollably in front of ten thousand humans."

"We already have enough problems. Retrieving the body isn't possible right now." The book replied. "If Raphael gives her the body before you do, forget your alliance. She will not support you." More words appeared. "Remember this carefully: if Roosevelt's demon side takes over, you are already dead, because his dragon will become stronger than Glacier." Micha frowned. "Who's Glacier?" "Raphael's dragon." Micha blinked. "Whoa. That's actually a cool name." The book answered. "It stops being cool when it freezes your warriors to death and shatters their bones with ice."

Chapter One Fabiola's POV "Nice ass," he grinned, showing a gold tooth as his hand brushed my hip, nearly touching my butt. This time, he didn't pretend it was an accident. I glared at him. He smirked. My hands trembled uncontrollably. I took a deep breath. Music burst through the speakers like a broken dam, and lights pulsed in every color. The air was thick with the scents of perfume, sweat, and alcohol. It was a normal day at the club—a normal day with asshole male customers.

"They have the Great Archive. They know things about our biology that even Silas Vane didn't. They’re going to try to turn us against each other, Elara. They'll use the Fire to melt the Ice." "Let them try," Elara said. "They don't know what it’s like to be a pack that chose each other. They only know the blood they were born with." The Approach to Bergen On the fourth day, the jagged, snow-capped fjords of Norway appeared on the horizon. The sky was a bruised charcoal gray, and the water was filled with "Ghost-Ice"—large, translucent bergs that seemed to move against the current. "Rhys, report," Elara said, stepping onto the bridge.

Adrian looked toward the distant island. "Then tell me." "What is inside that book?" The old man closed his eyes. "I don't know." "No one does." "The First Author sealed it before the White Book was ever created." The answer unsettled everyone. If even the First Reader didn't know... then the secret inside must be older than every story they had ever protected. Without warning... the sea between the shore and the island began freezing. Not into ordinary ice. Into crystal-clear glass. A narrow path stretched across the endless water.

As he gains his balance, she immediately pounces on him and swings the glass piece once again. Blood splashes onto Leonardo’s face as he lets out a pained cry. He had blocked the glass with his right arm. While they are still close to each other, he takes this moment to swing his fist at her, making a direct hit to her eye. Meanwhile, Goldie still doesn’t know what a phone is. Giving up on his search, he focuses his attention on the other two. Certain parts of the walls and the floor were coated with a new deep shade of red. Katcha stands up, getting more blood on the floor and the furniture, she notices Goldie and swings her glass piece at him. Before she could get close, her arm suddenly

He hit the wall of the castle a little the hard way and rolled down the floor of the entrance of the castle calling Ivan as Ivy again and again. The Castle was made of ice, awe-inspiring, built with hundreds of thousands of icicles that bring fairy tales to life. The Ice-castle was transparent and silvery ice particles of snow blanketed every wall and floor, seems snow was settling upon not only the castle but the entire land of Ayruzglow.

I nodded "I know that you're not a bad person. It's just happened that you have those beautiful ice orbs. You said different? You mean... You're cold? And I'm jolly? You're quiet? And I'm loud? You're rich? And I'm not? You're beautiful? And I'm not? Yeah we're totally different" "You talked too much" she said running her fingers through her hair ~~~ I watched Glaiza as she read a book across from me. "Don't look at me like that" she said without looking at me I pretended reading a book "I'm not" She closed her book "Can you read mandarin?" I frowned "No? Why?" "Because you're holding a mandarin dictionary" I immediately dropped the book only to make some noises. The librarian looked sternly

She instructed her best friend and rushed to the bathroom. "What's this?" Tasha found something on her desk. she picked up the booklet and turned the pages, "A new novel?" she exclaimed. "Wait!" Arielle shouted from the bathroom, she had the habit to write it down instead of typing her stories, she used her gift to write 2-3 chapters of her new novel last night before going to bed. She rushed out with the toothbrush still on her hand. "Give that to me." "Nope. You're writing a new novel? A romance novel at that?" Tasha ran around the room reading the notes.