Novel De Glace Novels & Stories

Jasmine POV: “Who are you?” Jasmine questioned lady with white hair with raised eyebrow “I am Glaciem” she replied in her honey coated tone “Can I come in?” she added and again turn over my shoulder but before I could reply “What took you so time?” I heard Draco voice which made me tilted my head only to see Draco now wide and awake staring at Glaciem, seeing which I sub consciously moved aside and let her walk in, I felt a cold breeze followed Glaciem as she walked past me.

Outside, the snow kept falling, quiet and constant, as if the land itself waited for their return. ** The following day, the air carried the crispness of early winter, but the sun broke through just enough to keep the city streets warm. It was the kind of day that made the world feel softer. Lysandra, Victoria, and Celeste had claimed the day as their own, no patrols, no rogue planning, no Council debates. Just silks, lace, and shoes. The city was colder than usual, but the warmth of the boutique softened the bite of winter outside. Celeste stood before a grand mirror framed in gilded edges, surrounded by soft lighting and cascading racks of gowns in every shade of ivory, champagne, and silv

[Silk Against Glass] The Zero Layer was a house of glass, but it felt like a tomb of ice. In the wake of the drawing-room collision, the air in the estate remained charged with the ozone of Dante’s presence and the lingering, floral poison of Elena Moretti-Vane.

"Where I’m I?..." Outside the destroyed wooden building Ezinne Caneloveft was seen fighting the two faced Immortal with every frozen debris thrown at the immortal controlled by her potency of telekinesis as they whistled around the mountains of ice and snow, few miles away Gage, June was seen helping the victims caught in the mountains of ice however Dante was no where to be seen, suddenly a large sound was heard from above as part of the icy mountain melts he swiftly looked up. It was the King without his white flame on flitting to where the very source of the glaciers were converging from.

Yet it is the very jump that once came close to destroying everything. I glide into the setup, heart hammering, breath tight, legs trembling. I bend my knee. I push off the ice. And....

I explained to Glacia, but she didn’t seem to understand me. “What do you mean?” she asked, tilting her head to the side. “The Alpha is unreadable. I can’t figure out why he did it. Drop the question and ask something else.” Glacia shrugged. “I don’t think I have any other serious question in mind,” she muttered. I sighed and immersed my entire body in the milky water. “For now,” I heard Glacia add in mischief. I knew what that meant. More questions are coming, silly ones included. Glacia is a thorn, a thorn that heals a broken soul.

The day before the Qualifier, the rink was freezing, as always, but the tension in the air made it feel even colder. Elias glided across the ice, his blades carving sharp, precise arcs as he ran through his short program for the third time that morning. His breath formed clouds in the chill, but his body moved with fluid precision, each spin, each jump landing clean.

Then, one by one, people started backing away like the ice had suddenly become unsafe to stand on. Joe opened his mouth like he was going to say something. Then thought better of it and skated off entirely. The rest followed fast enough that it looked like panic spreading through a system. Within seconds, the rink was half empty. And I was still standing there. Confused. Because Nikolai wasn’t supposed to be here. He skated onto the ice like it meant nothing and grabbed my arms before I could fully process moving away. “Come on,” he said. “What are you doing?” I asked, pulling slightly.

"The high pass is unstable. If the vibration of the striders triggers the upper shelf, we will be buried before we reach the outer garrison." I forced my upper body off the freezing deck, my raw, blistered hands clutching the rough timber of the railing as the sled hit a deep ridge in the ice, bouncing violently. The movement drove a sharp, sickening spike of cold from the collar straight into my chest, making me gasp for breath. I looked at the high, towering walls of the glacier above us—massive, overhanging shelves of ancient blue ice that had slept for generations, now groaning under the weight of the sudden, unseasonable blizzard. "Killian," I whispered, my voice a fragile, shivering ra

Ceci nodded and left, clearly dying of curiosity. Once she was sure Ceci was gone, she reached for the box and untied the silk ribbon. Inside the box was a single tulip and a note beside it. Picking up the note, she unfolded it. “You’ve been on my mind. Looking forward to seeing you again.” -A. Without her consent, the corners of her lips turned up. Catching herself, she realized with daunting clarity that Alex was dangerous. He was making her feel things she had sworn she would never feel again.