روايات وقصص ضمن Shira Ice Age

Lila’s voice was steady, her hazel eyes scanning the shades, her charcoal stick sketching a rune on the ice, the dim light illuminating her face, the ice crunching under her knees, the marrow shades closing in, the plateau a battlefield, the chill a constant threat. “Sam, the shades—they’re tied to the runes on the ice shards!” Lila called, her voice steady despite the chaos, her hazel eyes glowing with focus, the blue glow casting an eerie light on her face, the wind howling across the plateau, the frost dusting her cloak, the blue glow a constant threat, the plateau a battlefield, their bond a warmth in the cold. “Destroy the shards, and they’ll weaken!” She sketched faster, her silver run

come home soon, school tomorrow [Nora]: leaving now I lied. I stayed another twenty minutes, taking shots on myself from awkward angles, trying to outrun the quiet fear that had been building since the offer came in. What if I went and failed? What if I stayed and always wondered? What if the one thing that had always made sense, me and Jordan against the world on this ice couldn’t survive the distance? By the time I finally unlaced my skates, my legs were jelly and my mind was louder than the arena lights buzzing overhead. I shoved everything into my bag and headed for the side exit, the cold night air hitting me like a wake-up call.

"I don't care if it takes a thousand years. I'm going to melt this ice." The City of Oakhaven is saved, the Abyssal Shift has been harmonized, and the Trench-King has been quelled. But the Queen is a statue of Permafrost, and her Harem is left to guard a silent Goddess. But in the deep silence of Elara's frozen mind, a new door has opened—one that leads to the memories of the Shifters who lived before the sun was born.

“Absolutely genius. I fucking kiss you, man.” “Please don’t.” He tried tugging me away. I moved backward. “Let’s crush those fuckers tonight!!!!” ⸻ The rink smelled like sweat, ice, and raw aggression. My skates cut across the ice, slicing through the cold like my nerves slicing through my skull. The Vipers were cocky, overconfident, loud as hell, thinking this game was theirs for the taking. They didn’t know I was a fucking hurricane in human form tonight.

A girl named Shira asked. " Tonight. Xander will be transformed in three weeks time. I will arrange your marriage with him so that I can save our kind." " This is good news,my queen. I can't wait to become Xander's bride."She happily left the throne room. Shira is a vampire. She is 100 years old but the fact that vampire doesn't age made her look like a teenager. Queen Kate and her father had been friends for ages. This friendship could have led to marriage but along the line Kate fell in love with a human.

"I'll go with you. But one condition. I won't fight you to the death. I'm pregnant. You use glacial meltwater. I use lily-of-the-valley. You test my infiltration. I test your freeze." "You think the Ice Wolf pack only knows freezing." Freya's ice-blue slit pupils glowed with pale fluorescence. "You will see the true power of the Ice Wolf pack." --- At high noon, the northern ice plains were a blinding expanse of white. When the wind was still, the ice reflected so fiercely it was hard to keep eyes open. Beneath the ice lay tens of thousands of years of frozen soil. Beneath that, older ice still—permafrost from the last ice age. It ran so deep even the Ice Wolf pack had never found its bottom

Something very human. “I know what it looks like,” she continued, her voice barely above a whisper now, “… when someone skates like they’re reaching for a ghost.” A chill crept up my spine. A ghost. Is that what she saw when she looked at me on the ice? Is that really how I looked? I swallowed. “Wait… yearning?” My throat felt dry. The word echoed in my head like a dropped coin spinning on tile. “Logan?” Tasha gave a small, bitter chuckle and shook her head, like she couldn’t believe I needed her to say it aloud. “Oh yeah.”

He opened the crate. Inside were obsidian blades. Spears tipped with volcanic glass. And arrows fletched with eagle feathers. "The Shadow Claw fought the Nulls in the First Age," Silas explained. "They used stone and wood. Things of the earth. Inert matter." I picked up a short obsidian sword. It was heavy, the edge sharper than a razor. "I feel like a caveman," I said, strapping the scabbard to my thigh. "Cavemen survived the Ice Age," Silas said. "Civilizations died."

It was a Frost-Wyrm of the high rifts—an ancient, territorial leviathan that had slept beneath the glacier since the First Age, now awakened by the violent thermal overload of the Spires below. The beast let out a high-pitched, glass-shattering shriek that made the six-legged tundra striders panic, their massive claws losing their grip on the slick ice shelf. With a single, sweeping strike of its massive, ice-plated tail, the leviathan shattered the trailing guard sled, sending the white-armored Pale Guards and their mounts screaming into the bottomless abyss below. The lead sled, carrying Kaelen, Killian, and me, fishtailed violently across the narrow ledge, the outer runner hanging useless

Thalia said and stepped forward. "I am Shira, from Azurevale and Mistwood." And that drew some gasps from the little crowd gathered. Chiefly because of the legend about them. "I asked permission to come beneath your holds, and should the moon goddess permit, I humbly asked to be bonded to you like a sister." "Valerian, what is she talking about?" Thalia and everyone else was confused, including me. "Perhaps, Valerian would provide a better explanation inside Thalia." I spoke before Valerian would. That should buy him some time to navigate the storm staring him at the face. "Thank you all once again, for this royal welcome." I thanked them and went inside.