Novel De Glace の小説・ストーリー

IVY POV No matter how many times I visited Hale, I never got used to how breathtaking his mansion was. The high ceilings, the quiet luxury, the way everything felt expensive without trying… it still made me pause every single time. The past few weeks have been… surprisingly nice. And that was mostly because of Walter. He made the place feel less cold, less like a fortress built for one grumpy hockey prince. I sat across from Hale at the long dining table, notebook open, pen in hand, trying to ignore the way his brow furrowed so tight it looked like it might crack. He squinted at the page, lips moving awkwardly as he tried to read a simple line in Spanish.

It was getting dark, so I checked the time, and it was 15 minutes to 4pm so i told Linds that we had to get going since we were going to be walking to the mall to meet up with Jaden and get dinner. The streets of New York City can get very crazy; you can see all sorts of events. From shooting of movies to newly weds walking around in their wedding costumes, sometimes you can even see some celebrities walking around with no security whatsoever. Today was no exception. This was rather weird and uncommon, maybe to me. I’ve only been here for 9 months; i asked Linds if this was normal since she has been here a lot longer than i have. She said it wasn’t common to her. It was a naked woman; probab

Even in that moment, with my body genuinely failing me, some deeply trained instinct insisted I could manage this the way I’d managed everything else — quietly, invisibly, without anyone noticing the wall was actually cracking. I skated back to my position as the whistle blew again, telling myself to focus, to breathe, to do exactly what years of training had prepared me to do. My vision narrowed instead, the edges of my sight going soft and unreliable, the ice in front of me somehow both too close and impossibly far away at once. My glove felt heavier than it should have. My legs, seconds earlier fully responsive, now seemed to be operating on a slight delay, as though the signals traveling

“I did research before coming here, and they're famous for their devils springs.” I glanced at the tiny glass. "There's a reason they serve it in that size." His smile widened."That bad?" "Depends on whether you're trying to enjoy your evening or set your throat on fire." That earned a laugh from him. I could feel the hotness of his breath against my skin, it was enticing as well as his cologne. Wrapping me in a desire that I didn't know I had before, I want to take this man home and let him fuck me as he wants.

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The blood dripping from her head into her eyes. She was still on the floor. She opened her eyes. She looked back. 'Look at that! Her blood...it's glowing!' Pursuer 1 said and made to touch it. 'No! Don't touch that!' Another pursuer said but it was already too late. He was enchanted with the blood and touched it. Then he fell down and died.

While in return, he just nod, afterward darkness cover him and an attracting force pushed him down while he just murmured a few word in resignation. In another place filled with snow, a castle stands majestically on a great hill, surrounded by a frozen river in the west and mountains in the north, a forest in the south and a road in the east, all covered by snow, indicating of an extreme cold winter that still insist of staying, torturing those guards that are shivering in the cold while patrolling the surrounding, moving their legs in their places while standing for those who are supposed to stand put while others moving back and forth to makes themselves worm in the process.

**Kelly Thompson's POV** The glacial citadel isn't a structure-it's a fossilized scream. Towers of ice twist skyward, their surfaces etched with the final moments of First Wolves, jaws forever locked in silent howls. The northern lights coil above like serpents, their green glow leaching warmth from our bones. Eden's breath crystallizes as he traces the helix scar, now pulsing in sync with the citadel's heartbeat. Kael sniffs the air, his muzzle crusted with frost. "Blood. Old and new."

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" Together? Alexander's brow furrowed slowly. This journey to Glacia was likely fraught with danger. Due to ancient historical reasons, Glacia shamelessly stole a vast amount of martial arts essence from Wyverna, and martial experts there were not uncommon. Moreover, due to the proliferation of conglomerates, internal management in Glacia was extremely chaotic. Martial experts were not bound by rules, and even in secular society, there might exist individuals stepping beyond the realm of Lord of Wars. However... "Since you want to go, then we'll go together." Alexander relaxed his brow, reaching out to hold Amber's delicate hand. So what if there were dangers? As the Lord of the Temple of Wa