Winx Club Icy Novels & Stories

The value of these demonic beasts' Inner Elixir was still a little lower than that of the Icy Crystal Coldsteel Scorpions of Zephyr Khan. After all, Icy Crystal Coldsteel Scorpions were too rare. Whether they could be found or not depended on luck, and it was very difficult to deal with them! When she saw Zephyr Khan remained unchanged and he remained silent. Little Yu Princess began to panic. She pouted and gently pulled off the cloth covering the third treasure...

Ice tries to pull me away from Viper but doesn’t get very far. Viper isn’t letting go. Ice kneels “ We know that sweety. We know you would never do anything like that.” Ice says as he glares at Viper. “ So I think it was either aimed at Viper or Nixon.” Ice said. “ Pixie as much as I don’t want to say this. It could be a crazy fan thinking you are cheating on them.” Casper said.

Luna took another sip, feeling herself become more confident as Sasha and Byeol shared a smile. "If I remembered correctly, Icy Berry Blossom Cocktails are made from forian berries which can wipe away one’s anxiety though the effects are temporary," Sasha muttered over to Byeol as the girls watched Luna down her drink before slamming the empty glass on the table. "Alright, let's party~!" excitedly exclaimed Luna, radiating with energy, grabbing the hands of both her friends. She dragged them out on the dance floor, and the girls let loose. Their bodies danced to hip-hop music that blasted through the speakers.

“-The intent to kill-“ They said in unison, pointing at the young queen. “Kill her.” The clones charged forward with their weapons at hand, their movements a blur. Out of nowhere, another surge of ice bubbles shattered on Wren, healing her exhaustion as she faced the clones head-on. With renewed determination, Wren steeled herself for the next round, her eyes flashing with icy resolve. As the clones closed in, Wren summoned a maelstrom of icy fury, unleashing a barrage of frozen projectiles that shredded the air. The clones stumbled back, their movements faltering beneath the onslaught.

The roar of the crowd was supposed to feel like home. Sebastian Cruz had spent fifteen years chasing that sound. The thunder of ten thousand voices shaking the rafters. The slam of bodies against plexiglass. The screech of blades carving ice. It lived in his bones. It pumped through his veins like blood. Tonight, it sounded like a funeral. 3 to 1. The scoreboard hung above center ice like a tombstone, glowing red with defeat. Vancouver Storm at home. Calgary Snow Wolves visiting. And the man responsible for two of those three goals was currently gliding past the Storm bench, his number 17 jersey a walking insult.

I just want to disappear into my bunk and pretend I don't exist. I open the door and... nothing. The room is empty, but it’s a disaster zone. Red solo cups are scattered across the floor, the smell of musty beer and cheap weed hanging deep in the air. Jax is out. Probably at some frat house, looking for girls and more trouble. I’m alone. I don’t turn on the lights. I don't need to. I know the way to my side of the room by heart. I strip off the janitor’s jumpsuit, feeling the bite of the winter air on my skin.