Rompiendo El Hielo Libro Novels & Stories

“What the bloody hell is that?” I moved away from Ryker, my eyes were solely fixated on the book. Wiping away the shattered glasses, I did not care if it would hurt me. Once it was clean, I read the book to Ryker. “It is the Book of The Damned.” All I wanted was to get a hold of that book and satisfy my curiosity but when I did, I could feel the power surging from the book, my hands were painfully attached to it. Then the book opened, forcing my palm to hold it up the pages started to flip rapidly. So many images flashed through my mind but none of which I recalled. The book slammed shut and I blinked. I turned to Ryker and swallowed before finding my voice to speak, “Did you see that?”

Her bright eyes that easily rival the sun’s shine. “Hey, Zee…” The words flowed out of me like a broken music record while Dahlia sniffled beside me. I didn’t need to look at her to know her eyes were already red-rimmed with tears. I wish I could be here when Zahra eventually wakes up. To support her, give her all the love and care she needs. Unfortunately, I have a Pack to save. And so, I carried the book sitting on my thighs. “I got you a book,” I waved it in front of Zahra’s face. Although she can’t see the title, I dearly clung to hope that she could hear me. “It’s titled, ‘A dance of ice and fire’.”

I whispered, slamming the slagged iron down onto the open page of the leather book. The Ledger of the Scar I didn't write a line of text. I used the heat of the molten iron to burn a hole straight through the center of the manuscript. The effect was an instantaneous, systemic shockwave. The valley didn't freeze; it recoiled. The iron Enforcers froze mid-strike, their hydraulic lines locking up as the text that authorized their existence was physically incinerated in the leather book.

"The ground... it’s shifting." I ignored the firefighter who tried to grab my arm. I crawled toward the edge, my knees sinking into the slush and ice. I didn't care about the designer wool or the cold. I only cared about the leather-bound book clutched in his trembling hand. "Give it to me, Nikolai!" I shouted over the wind. "Throw it!"

The escape from the Glacial Spire was a descent into a nightmare of falling ice and screaming wolves. The city of Crystalia, once the shimmering jewel of the North, was literally melting before our eyes. Without the High King’s ancient magic to anchor the enchanted frost, the grand spires were becoming brittle, groaning under the weight of a thousand years of history before shattering into lethal shards.

I found myself following Cool to the library. He immediately checked if there is anyone there before he closed the door and started to whisper some inaudible words as flying books came flying towards us. "What are you doing?" I asked while trying to stop myself from ducking every time a flying book came rushing to us. "You try and search for something, too. Telepathy or mind reading." He said and lifted his eyes from the book and frantically looked at me. "You being able to talk inside my head ain't normal, Fhyra. I haven't heard about a Flamia or Glacia that can do such things." He said seriously.

something. Her gaze dropped to the book, and she began to flip through the pages, her fingers moving with a quiet purpose. Finally, she settled on a particular passage, her eyes scanning the text with an intensity that piqued my curiosity. Roxy's voice was steady and clear as she read from the book, the words painting a vivid picture of the Cryomancer's abilities. "Cryomancers can control ice, including any liquid substance that can be frozen. They can also manipulate the mind, inducing hallucinations of objects, people, places, or entire scenarios. For short-term manipulation, a Cryomancer can use their magic alone. However, for prolonged influence, they often gift the target an item made o

muttered Sumico excitedly. Sumico went on taking a look at Hanny’s other romance novels one by one until she reached a book – not a novel, but it got the similar size with a novel. The title was tickling, somewhat queer, strange, and scary. Sumico turned the book back to read the synopsis for a while.

She squatted in front of the water and di-p her hand in it,,the water was so cold. She suddenly smiled when an idea stucked into her head,,she controlled the water with her mind and it turned to ice immediately,she grinned wi-dely but the smile was short lived when suddenly the ice broke and melted, ‘What’s going on?’ She thought and t©uçhed the water,it was almost boiling,,so h0t. She looked up and turned to Kingston but he didn’t move,,she turned back to the water and tried freezing it again but each time it happens,the water melt right away. She stood up feeling frustrated and walked to Kingston angrily

My arms pinwheeled in useless arcs, trying to claw the air for stability, but the slick ice betrayed me. Time stretched. The ceiling lights spun overhead. My chest lurched as gravity yanked me backward. I braced for it, for the bone-jarring crash, the cold searing through my clothes, the crack of pain that would come when my body hit the ice. And then, he was there. Anthony.