Skyrim Blood On The Ice Novels & Stories

The dangling necklace hanging on his neck which was made of a collection of onyxes, blue ambers, and sapphires brightly shone as a huge, glowing seal appeared from under his feet. “Careful! He is casting a spell!” Yuran yelled to everyone. “Everyone! Spread out to safety!” Soon enough, spikes of freezing ice launched from the earth, creating earthquakes to the ground. “Ha-ha-ha! Look at you scampering around like tiny little ants breaking from their line!” Polo mocked while laughing. The village people tried to avoid being impaled by the sharp glaciers, but the others failed. The battlefield was covered in a dark shade of crimson as the blood of the victims splattered around, crushed by the

Blood froze along the border line, My brother's blood. Ten years old, but the snow remembered. I knelt beside the dark stain buried beneath fresh layers of ice and frost. Most people would have seen nothing more than a patch of discolored snow. Time had done its best to erase it, but I saw it. Every winter, the mark returned,every winter the forest gave his blood back to me. My gloved fingers brushed the frozen ground. A cold bit through the leather immediately, but I didn't pull away.

She held her hand over the cold basin, letting three drops of her thick, silver-tinted blood fall onto the frozen stone. ​The glacier groaned. ​A sudden, high-pitched ringing sound filled the air as the three drops of blood hissed against the ice. Instead of freezing, the blood turned into liquid silver light, racing up the veins of the glacier like water down a parched root. The massive wall of blue ice did not shatter... instead it dissolved the solid frozen water misting outward in a warm, fragrant cloud of winter pine and ancient starlight. ​"The gate is open."

The air froze instantly. The smile on Cole’s lips stiffened as he stared at me in disbelief. “W-What?” I didn’t repeat myself. I simply closed my eyes. As if he couldn’t accept what he’d just heard, Cole stepped forward and roughly grabbed my wrist. My sleeve was pulled back, revealing the large patches of shocking purple bruises beneath—dark against my pale skin. They were marks left behind by needles repeatedly piercing my veins during blood draws. Cole’s fingers began to tremble. He stared at the bruises, his voice breaking as he demanded, “Why? Sadie! Why would you do something like that? Are you crazy? Why?”

The hollow floor was slick with blood. Wolves lay broken in the moss, their howls stilled. The torches the witches had carried sputtered in the damp, smoke curling toward the cracked ceiling. Selene stood at the center, chest heaving, sweat streaking her temple, her hands glowing faintly gold and silver.

I stood upright despite my trembling legs, gasping for breath. The sorcerer moved closer. With a swift motion, he created a long ice blade glowing with an icy blue light in his hand. The blade shot forward and carved a deep diagonal slash across my chest. The pain was unbearable. I staggered backwards, pressing a hand against the wound. My blood poured freely, dripping onto the stone floor. But then something strange happened. The blood that touched the ice blade suddenly ignited. Not ordinary fire—this fire was black, yet hotter than any normal flame.

“It’s not someone’s blood. It’s Noah’s blood. So I can do whatever I want with it. Any problem?” I sighed, but the cut welled again, stubborn. Liam clicked his tongue in mock annoyance, plucked the rose from my hand, and—without hesitation—pricked his own finger. I watched in quiet amusement as a drop of his blood appeared. He pressed it to mine, mixing them together in a small, intimate ritual. “Only death can separate us now,” he said, low and certain, his voice wrapping around me like a promise. I laughed it off, trying to keep my tone light despite the way my pulse raced. “Why are you so bold with your declarations?”

Alessio’s Pov “What the hell are you talking about?” I snapped, confused as hell by Raven’s sudden interruption. She didn’t answer. Just pointed, at me. I raised my hand, brushed the underside of my nose. It was warm and wet. Blood. I stared at the red smear on my fingertips, my pulse picking up immediately. “What the fuck—?” I turned sharply to Valerius. “What is the meaning of this?” Diego and the rest of my pack were already rising to their feet. Chairs scraped violently across the stone floor. Raven stood too, her dagger already slipping into her hand like second nature.

I tried to push myself up, but my hands slipped. A thick dark trail of crimson was smeared across the pristine white ice, leading directly to my boot. The crowd went silent. Sasha skated toward me, stopping a few feet away. There was no longer a playful expression on her face; instead, her eyes tracked the red smear on the ice back to my foot. “What the hell? Is that blood? Aurora, what happened…”

The Blood Moon hung high in the sky, casting its malevolent red glow over the kingdom, a harbinger of the chaos that was about to unfold. Sienna stood on the edge of the palace courtyard, her heart pounding in her chest. Her silver blood, still fresh on her hands from the confrontation with Ryder, glistened in the dim light. It was strange, the sensation of her blood coursing through her body felt different now, as if every drop pulsed with a strange, ancient energy. The prophecy, the weight of it, gnawed at her mind, urging her to take action.