On Thin Ice Chapter 4 Novels & Stories

Jaxter, after a moment of hesitation, finally gave a reluctant nod. Hayle proceeded to inspect Ice’s body carefully. Despite the tense atmosphere, she focused on ensuring that there were no signs of the distinctive mark that would identify Ice as a member of the Golden Circle. Hayle, though slightly uncomfortable, noticed the impressive physique of Ice, which only reaffirmed Jacob’s high regard for her. She was meticulous in her examination, hoping to clear the air and relieve the tension.

I reached for his hand, my raw, smoking palms locking around his thick, scarred wrist just as the final support beam of the deck snapped. The sled vanished into the white abyss below us. We were left hanging by our fingertips on the sheer, vertical ice wall of the Great Divide. I held onto Killian’s wrist with everything I had, my boots kicking frantically for a foothill in the slick blue glacier, while below us, the bottomless dark of the lower rifts waited in the freezing fog.

I pressed a kiss to his furred brow, then I stood. The jade pulsed against my chest, guiding me. I focused on its warmth and let it pull me toward the cave entrance. The entrance was partially collapsed from the thaw, but I found a gap between two fallen stones and squeezed through. The rocks scraped my ribs, drawing blood, but I did not stop. Outside, the forest was still. The thaw had ended, and the next freeze had not yet begun. The silence was the same predatory silence as before, but now I moved through it with purpose. I did not have time to be afraid.

She closed her eyes, and when they opened again, she knew they now shone that pale silver blue. The Collector bent down and reached a bony, rotten hand toward her. Vanessa shot a hand out and wrapped it around his putrid ankle. Ice flowed through her fingertips, cementing his foot in place. The ice spread up his leg and Vanessa saw his milky, dead eyes go wide. He tried to pull away from her, but it was too late. The ice consumed him. He released one last strangled cry and the ice overtook his face, sealing him in a shimmering blue. His frozen expression was one of absolute terror, and it gave Vanessa a momentary feeling of satisfaction. She took advantage of the spare moment to ditch her el

I did not look away. I used their frozen, agonizing expressions to fuel the tiny, human spark of defiance left in my chest. Valerius wanted to add me to this museum. He wanted to hollow me out. Every step was torture. The air was so thin and cold it felt like inhaling needles. The bottoms of my bare feet were completely numb, slapping soundlessly against the ice. I kept my hand trailing along the wall, my eyes locked on the thickest, brightest veins of blue light pulsing beneath the surface.

He clawed at the ice, his fingernails leaving red streaks, before his momentum took him. ​He didn't scream. He just vanished into the white fog below. ​The silence returned, broken only by the fading hiss of the vents. ​I collapsed next to Julian, pulling him into my lap. We sat there on the frozen roof, two broken pieces of a city that was finally starting to wake up. The sun was beginning to bleed through the clouds over the East River, turning the ice into a field of diamonds. ​"Is it over?" Julian asked, his head resting against my shoulder.

My fingers froze to his fur, the weight of the King and the child pulling hard at my shoulders. Below us, Torvald was not so fortunate. He tried to claw his way up the split ice, his thick nails scraping uselessly against the frozen wall. His red eyes locked onto mine for one final, bitter second before the remaining portion of the block broke free. The white beast fell without a cry, his pale body disappearing into the dark, whistling void of the gorge. I pulled with everything I had left, my muscles screaming as I dragged Killian and Lucian back onto the flat ice.

I heard the rogue step onto the ice, and we looked back to watch him gingerly take another step and then another. We look forward, swallow, and slowly begin moving forward. With each step, I hear the ice cracking and splitting. I hear him getting closer. I look back, and I'm horrified to see how close he is. Unfortunately, as soon as I looked forward and took another step, the ice broke, and our body dropped as we fell through.

, he said out loud. Rinzen whined already feeling that tug; *Ugh… here we go again* xXxXx (End of Chapter 4)

Quin reached the fridge and opened the door, peering inside. She reached past the bottles of water and the snacks along the edge and found the bucket of ice at the back. She barely hesitated before thrusting her fingers into the frozen mass, her fingers sinking into the chunk before it, feeling the coolness sink into her bones, filling her with calm. One large piece of ice was placed within her palm, its edges sharp as she looked back over at the bed and at Hartwell. She didn't move from her place or her fingers as she looked back at him. She could see his gaze on her, could see it in the way his body held, but she didn't care. She wanted the ice.