Novel & Cerita Thin Ice

She half walked and half ran all the way, arriving twenty minutes later at her destination. The rink was a ruin. But ruins had their own kind of beauty. The moonlight didn't care, it painted the ice in shades of silver making it shimmer like a frozen lake. She ran her hands on the worn boards that gleamed like polished bone under the brilliant moonlight, staring up at the roof that was half-gone. The walls wept with moss, and the cold air smelt of rot and something sweet—wild roses, maybe, crawling up the chain-link fence that still surrounded the ruins.

* I drew a shaky breath, forcing myself to focus. My eyes scanned the room, searching for anything that might serve as a means of escape with my arms still around Carl. I watched the frost on the walls as they glimmered faintly in the dim light, but it wasn’t just frost. Cracks and hairline fractures were running along the icy surface, like cold water iced surface. Even our sweat was almost freezing. Maybe it could have frozen up, only if the coldness had not been reduced from the last time's own. We could have frozen to death after spending a day in the cold.

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

It smells too much like her and the future I’m not supposed to want. I end up at The Ice House—the dive bar near the university where the hockey guys and pack kids hang out. It’s a Friday night crowd, and usually, people give me a ten-foot radius because I look like I’m looking for a reason to kill someone. I slide into a corner booth, hood up, back to the wall. I order a whiskey, neat, and watch the room. Until I hear the name. Aiden. Two pack guys at the next table are leaning in, their voices low, but wolf ears catch every syllable.

"What's coming?" Maya took a breath. "On February 14th, seven weeks from now, there's going to be an extreme cold event. Temperatures will drop to minus forty, minus fifty, lower in some places. Within hours. Most people won't have time to prepare. Most won't survive." Vanessa stared. "That's insane. Climate doesn't work that way—" "I know it sounds impossible. But it's going to happen. Anyone who isn't in shelter with heat and supplies will freeze within days."

"Last day of clinic." "Tomorrow we go home." Julian nodded. Neither of them moved. The snow fell around them, soft and silent. The mountains disappeared into grey. The cabin was a dark shape through the white. "We should go inside," Sebastian said. "In a minute." They stood together, shoulder to shoulder, watching the snow bury the rink. The world felt small and quiet and safe. Sebastian did not want to leave it. But the cold crept through his coat. Julian shivered. "Okay," Julian said. "Now we go inside."

He kept walking for what felt like hours but light never showed up nor did he see anything or felt warmer. His fingers were being attacked by frostbites and he sniffled as he kept pushing through. The longer he walked, the stronger the cold wind and it wasn’t helping if he wasn’t seeing where he was going. His foot hit on something and he fell face first on the icy ground. He got up, shivering as his teeth chatter. Selene never said anything about one of the doors leading to the ice world, why should this place be this cold?

Quin reached the fridge and opened the door, peering inside. She reached past the bottles of water and the snacks along the edge and found the bucket of ice at the back. She barely hesitated before thrusting her fingers into the frozen mass, her fingers sinking into the chunk before it, feeling the coolness sink into her bones, filling her with calm. One large piece of ice was placed within her palm, its edges sharp as she looked back over at the bed and at Hartwell. She didn't move from her place or her fingers as she looked back at him. She could see his gaze on her, could see it in the way his body held, but she didn't care. She wanted the ice.

I almost gagged the moment I stepped on the whispers of the remaining snowflakes which were on top of the tranquil ice; these blew in the breeze over into the depths of the forest. I halted for a while, panting. I looked up and saw the lake had been hardened by the sharp cold blitz of an icy frost. The translucent water was bound as a smooth solid and the particles of the water reflected a sheer shine of gleam and glitz, that could only be disrupted by the sharp razor blades that ice skates possess.

She watched my hands, quiet for a moment, before standing up awkwardly. I opened the heavy plastic door and stepped onto the ice. I held my hand out. Roselle stepped over the threshold, her skates hitting the slick surface. Both of her feet instantly slid in opposite directions. I caught her by the arms before she could hit the ice. She gripped my jacket sleeves like her life depended on it, her eyes wide. “Okay,” she breathed. “Okay, this is very slippery.” “It’s ice, Roselle.” “Shut up.”