Shira Ice Age Novels & Stories

It felt like standing at the edge of a frozen lake. Beautiful and Terrifying. One wrong step, and everything could shatter. “Don’t hope too much, Toby,” I whispered into the darkness. My heart ignored me. It already has.

The midnight ice was a flat, dark mirror. By midnight, the cooling units beneath the Madison Square Garden concrete had dialed down to their lowest operational threshold, dropping the ambient temperature of the third subterranean level to a bitter, dry fourteen degrees. The thin layer of frost that settled over the red and blue lines gave the sheet a ghostly, unblemished sheen.

“How old were you the last time they were active?” “I was fifteen,” Shira answered, her eyes dreamy. “I remembered having a huge, huge, crush on Caden. Like, oh my, that guy is so talented and genius. And he’s from here too! Still love him today.” She pointed on the TV screen again, where it showed the Orange Sky’s three living members- Yohan, Hennesy and Caden. “I know him,” Gianna murmured, staring at the TV. “Who?” Shira asked, her attention shifted to her boss. “Caden? Or all of them?”

Julia shouted, looking quite excited already. Júlia was a recent friendship, as we met her through Cecília a year ago, and since then she has always been with us. They were childhood friends when they still lived in a city in the interior of the state and had started to share an apartment in the city since Júlia came to study in São Paulo. Short, very pretty, and extroverted, Júlia always manages to make friends very easily. She has long black hair and very expressive light brown eyes. A girl's love is always good in life.

I tied my hair up in a bun and stepped under the boiling hot water, mentally cursing myself for forgetting to fix the temperature. But I rather liked it when it burned my skin. Burned my scars. Once I was done showering, I threw on my sweater and a pair of jeans, slipped my boots on and grabbed my bag-pack. Then, I rushed out of the house before my father could realize I had woken up.

William retorted. “I hear she has prehistoric blood in her. Know anything about that? Maybe you enjoyed the company of a Prehistoric Vampire as well?” Andre tried to fish out. “I did not even know there are such things as Prehistoric Vampires. What does that even mean?” William answered truthfully. “Well, the last ice age started 30 000 years ago, so I think any Vampire that was trapped in the ice then,” Andre answered, now wondering himself, but he was wrong about the timeline.

I use my arms to block the lashes left and right as they come. -"Use your powers, cadet!" Connor shots while passing back and forth. The wiping becomes more aggressive, leaving a burn behind every time it meets my skin. That's when I noticed the ice chain had now blue-turquoise flames. My opponent might be strong, but he is predictable. His movement comes in a pattern that I memorize and quickly start to dodge. Bothered with the fact his chains are no longer effective on me, he dissipates it to conjure fire spheres he throws in my direction—the moment they hit the ground, the area freezes.

Kira breathes a sigh of relief at his absence, peace, this was what she needed most If she had known that such a place had existed earlier then she would have come here a lot sooner. Kira leans back into the water practicing her strokes, she would dive into the pool and tried her best to reach the soft sand beneath, she was already a good swimmer so it wasn't very difficult. however, she notice something glinting beneath the water, I didn't think too much before diving and trying to reach it. She broke to the surface of the water and breath deeply. She looked down at the shiny marble in her hands, it was a bright transparent color. it was just a rock but Kira found it very beautiful, she ran

Mara said, looking at the wall above the bookcase. "Moving day," Sienna said. "February." Mara looked at it for a moment. "The light is wrong for February," she said. "It's too warm. It looks like it was taken in the afternoon in early spring." "Late February," Sienna said. "The afternoon. It was unseasonably warm that day." Mara nodded. Not correcting herself. Simply updating the information. "The lake is visible in the background," she said. "The quality of the water is exactly late February. The surface texture." She paused. "It's a good photograph."

ZANE’S POV The rink was my sanctuary, the only place where the world’s noise dulled to a low hum. My skates carved the ice, each stride a desperate bid to outrun the chaos in my head. The Blizzard’s practice facility echoed with the sharp crack of pucks and the shouts of teammates, but I barely heard them. My mind was a storm—Lila Harper’s hazel eyes, her defiant mouth, the way she’d shuddered under me last night.