Novel & Cerita Shira Ice Age

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.

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.

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.

She glanced around to see everyone retreating just like he did, and she didn't understand why. "W-Why, what's going on?" "His marks are displaying!" Lana yelled at her. "His marks as a moonchild is displaying, we need to leave for now! We'll we wiped out in one blow! Chaol is the only one who can have the possibility to survive that!" "What do you mean?!" "Ice Age!" Yuran yelled at her before sprinting away. "Ice Age is a forbidden spell used by arcane mages in the past that has believed to tame the volcanos and turn them into dormant mountains. It is a very powerful spell that will freeze everyone to death!"