Novel & Cerita Quotes About Ice And Fire

But I felt the need to tell her that. "Any guy, but not you." "Yeah, not me." I didn't get the title 'SHL's ice machine' for nothing. It was how I had been able to survive this harsh world after my mother passed. To live, I had to kill every motherducking feeling in me. I had to be as cold as an ice rink. While Chloe's offer seemed tempting, there were more disadvantages than benefits. The only benefit was that I got to have a girl to slam for free.

He added quickly, angrily, as if hating the softness in himself: “Don’t make me regret it.” Then he turned away, leaving Elara with the unspoken truth burning between them— The Fire King was not cold. He was burning too hot to touch.

"Let the whole world burn, Aurora. As long as you are standing in the ashes with me." He pulled back slightly, his dark eyes locking onto hers, waiting for her reaction. He was giving her the cold shoulder no longer. The ice had melted, and the fire underneath was about to consume them both.

Stepping onto the fallen shelf, it starts to shake. "Oh no," JumpStart says, a stream of fire shooting through seconds later. Before the fire could hit him, SpeedBlade grabs JumpStart and runs away. As the two of them run to my side, we prepare for another fight as Fire-Ice Man bursts through the shelf. "You're," he starts, stumbling toward us. "You're going, you're going to regret that. No one, no one beats, no one beats Hot Ice." Raising both his hands at us, Hot Ice takes another step before falling flat onto the frozen floor.

"Fight." With a flick of my wrist, I called upon the ancient magic that flowed through my veins. The fire roared to life, flames leaping higher and burning with an intensity that no ordinary blaze could match. This was the gift of the Ice Wolves - the ability to command fire in a land of eternal winter.

I was too lazy to do my hair so I just brushed it up into a ponytail. "Hanna, pay attention" My science teacher yells out I jump in my seat from the sudden scare. I look up and notice that she's glaring at me. Why does she hate me so much? I roll my eyes as she goes back to teaching us about the earths tilt. We're sophomores, why do we have to learn about something that we've been learning about since fifth grade. "What crawled up her ass this morning?" Aurelia comments from beside me as she continues to scroll through her I*******m feed

Prologue They say there are three kinds of love. The kind you kill for. The kind you die for. And the kind you do everything to live for. But a cursed soul like mine was never destined to experience any kind in my love book. My heart is void of emotions, and the sound of love irks and irritates the shit out of me. It makes me extremely angry and makes my stomach churn badly, like I would puke. How can people fall in love when it has the potential to destroy them in the blink of an eye?

Of choosing restraint without shrinking. I am not afraid of what I can do. I am learning how to live with it. And when the fire is needed again—when it truly is— I will know. Because this time, the quiet will tell me.

Choose brightness over shadow. Doubt watched the fires. “Fire is temporary. Fire requires fuel. Fire demands maintenance. Fire proves existence is a constant struggle against entropy. Against decay. Against the natural state of darkness. Nothing would end this struggle. Nothing would provide permanent light. Nothing would eliminate the need for constant effort.”

“Sometimes I’m afraid I’ll burn everything down. You. Us. This… whatever fragile thing we’ve built.” Aiden shook his head, a faint smile ghosting over his lips. “You’re fire, yes. But fire doesn’t only destroy—it gives light, warmth, life. You’ve saved me more times than you know.” He leaned in, his lips brushing hers with the gentleness of a vow. “If you burn, then I’ll burn with you.”