Se connecterWinter tightened its grip on Vancouver, frosting the trees around the Thorne cabin and turning the lake behind the house into a perfect mirror of ice. Snow drifted quietly across the frozen surface, glowing silver under the moon.
Inside the cabin, however, peace lasted about five seconds at a time.
Finn sprinted—well, toddler-sprinted—across the living room floor, clutching his tiny hockey stick like it was the Stanley Cup.
Liam chased him with determined focus, dragging a foam puck across the rug.
Alex stood in the kitchen doorway holding a mug of coffee, watching the chaos.
“They’re faster every week,” he said.
Jake leaned against the counter with a faint smile.
“Good sign.”
Finn swung the toy stick dramatically and tapped the puck. It rolled three feet before hitting the wall.
Liam gasped like something amazing had happened.
Then both boys burst into giggles.
Alex shook his head.
“I swear they’re already running drills.”
Jake shrugged casually.
“Future professionals.”
The National Hockey League season had fully recovered after the collapse of the elders’ curse network.
Games were back on schedule.
Arenas were full again.
And the Vancouver Grizzlies were suddenly the hottest team in the league.
Alex had scored eight goals in the last six games.
Every highlight reel showed him streaking down the ice inside Rogers Arena, crowd roaring as he fired the puck past stunned goalies.
But the broadcasts always included another moment too.
The camera cutting to the luxury box.
Finn and Liam bouncing excitedly in their tiny jerseys.
The internet loved it.
Clips of the twins cheering had millions of views.
Brody skated beside Alex during practice one afternoon and nudged him.
“You realize your kids are the most famous toddlers in hockey history.”
Alex smirked.
“Great. Now they’ll expect endorsement deals.”
Brody laughed.
“I’m serious. Someone made a fan account for Liam.”
“Please tell me you’re kidding.”
“I am not.”
Two nights later, Alex returned home from practice just after sunset.
The lake behind the cabin was frozen solid again, glowing under pale winter light.
Inside, Finn and Liam were building a tower out of wooden blocks.
At least that’s what it started as.
The tower quickly turned into a pile when Finn knocked it over dramatically.
Liam clapped.
Jake sat on the couch watching them with amusement.
Alex dropped his gear bag near the door.
“Quiet night?” he asked.
Jake nodded.
“For now.”
Then Liam did something strange.
He reached toward the fallen blocks.
But instead of grabbing them, he froze.
The blocks slid across the floor.
All by themselves.
Alex blinked.
“Did you see that?”
Jake straightened slowly.
Finn squealed with excitement.
Liam stared at his hands like he had no idea what just happened.
Jake stood.
“Well,” he said quietly.
“That’s new.”
They tested it carefully.
Jake placed a wooden puck on the floor a few feet away.
“Okay, Liam,” he said gently. “Let’s try something.”
Liam stared at the puck.
Nothing happened.
Finn waddled over and poked it with his stick.
The puck rolled across the floor.
Liam giggled.
Then suddenly—
The puck slid back toward him.
Alex stared.
“That’s telekinesis.”
Jake nodded slowly.
“Looks like it.”
Finn, not wanting to be outdone, suddenly lifted both hands dramatically.
Nothing happened.
Finn frowned.
Then he sneezed.
The lights flickered.
Alex blinked again.
Jake laughed softly.
“Well,” he said.
“Looks like they both inherited something.”
Later that night, Alex sat at the kitchen table with Jake and Brody.
Finn and Liam were asleep in the nursery.
Brody leaned back in his chair.
“So… the kids have powers.”
Alex rubbed his temples.
“They’re toddlers.”
Jake crossed his arms.
“Powerful toddlers.”
Brody looked toward the hallway.
“That’s going to attract attention.”
Alex nodded grimly.
“I know.”
Before anyone could speak again, Jake’s phone vibrated.
He glanced at the screen.
Then his expression changed.
“What is it?” Alex asked.
Jake held up the phone.
The message had no number.
Just a single line.
We know about the children.
Below it was a symbol none of them had seen before.
A black crown.
Brody leaned forward.
“That’s not the elders.”
Jake shook his head slowly.
“No.”
Alex felt the same instinctive warning he’d felt when the curse chain appeared.
Something bigger had entered the game.
Hundreds of miles away, inside a towering glass skyscraper in New York City, a group of figures stood in a dark conference room overlooking the glowing skyline.
On a massive screen, security footage from the Thorne cabin played silently.
Liam moving the puck.
Finn flickering the lights.
A tall figure stepped forward.
“The bloodline is stronger than predicted.”
Another voice spoke from the shadows.
“And the elders tried to control it with brute force.”
A third voice answered calmly.
“Which is why they failed.”
The tall figure turned toward the window.
“Prepare the envoys.”
“Already done.”
“And the hockey player?”
A faint smile appeared in the reflection of the glass.
“Let him keep playing.”
The figure turned back to the screen.
“For now.”
The next evening, the Grizzlies returned to Rogers Arena for another sold-out game.
Fans filled the stands again.
Signs waved everywhere.
PUP POWER
FUTURE CAPTAINS
TEAM THORNE
Alex stepped onto the ice and felt the roar of the crowd ripple through the arena.
But this time something else lingered beneath the noise.
A sense that someone new was watching.
High above the rink, in a quiet private suite, a man in a dark suit observed the game calmly.
His eyes glowed faintly red for just a moment.
He smiled slightly.
“Interesting,” he murmured.
Below him, Alex streaked across the ice and fired a shot into the net.
The arena exploded.
And somewhere far away in the cabin nursery, Liam stirred in his sleep.
The toy puck beside his crib slid an inch across the floor.
The game had changed.
And the next chapter of the Thorne family story was only beginning.
By the next morning, Vancouver wasn’t just celebrating a win.It was questioning reality.Viral OvernightClips from Rogers Arena had spread across every platform overnight.The cracks in the ice.The glowing blue freeze.The moment the entire rink repaired itself in seconds.And most importantly—Two small figures in a luxury box.Hands against the glass.Holding everything together.Headlines exploded across the world:“Miracle at Rogers Arena?”“Unexplained Ice Phenomenon Saves NHL Game”“Who Are the Thorne Twins?”Footage zoomed in again and again on Finn and Liam.Slow motion.Enhanced clips.The world had seen it.And now—they were asking questions.Morning at the CabinAt the Thorne cabin, things were… quieter.Too quiet.Alex stood in the kitchen, staring at his phone.News alerts kept stacking.Jake leaned against the counter.“Not exactly under the radar anymore.”Alex exhaled slowly.“No.”In the living room, Finn and Liam played like nothing had changed.Finn slid a toy p
Opening night arrived in Vancouver with a kind of electricity the city hadn’t felt since the championship win.Outside Rogers Arena, fans packed the streets hours early, chanting, waving flags, and holding up signs:“DEFEND THE CUP!”“THORNE FAMILY FOREVER!”“PUP POWER RETURNS!”Inside, the arena lights shimmered across freshly resurfaced ice.Perfect.Or at least, it looked perfect.Pre-Game TensionIn the locker room, the Vancouver Grizzlies prepared in silence.Gear tightened. Sticks taped. Focus locked in.Brody broke the quiet first.“Anyone else feel like the ice is… watching us?”A few players chuckled nervously.Alex didn’t.He sat still, staring down at his skates.“I felt it yesterday,” he said.Coach stepped forward.“Whatever’s going on off the ice,” he said firmly, “you leave it there.”He pointed toward the rink.“Tonight—we play hockey.”Alex nodded.But deep down, he knew—it wouldn’t stay that simple.The Twins ArriveHigh above the ice, in the secured luxury box, Fin
The next morning in Vancouver came with a crisp bite in the air and a sky so clear it felt like the calm before something bigger.At Rogers Arena, things were already buzzing again. Not with playoff chaos this time—but with curiosity.Because today wasn’t just practice.It was Finn and Liam’s first time on a real rink.Arrival at the ArenaJake carried Liam through the private entrance while Alex walked beside Finn, who was already gripping his tiny stick like a pro.“Big rink,” Finn whispered, wide-eyed.Liam pointed at the ice.“Boom… shiny.”Brody met them near the locker room, crouching down with a grin.“Alright, rookies,” he said. “You ready to embarrass your dad?”Finn shook his head seriously.“No. I score.”Jake laughed.“That’s my kid.”First Time on NHL IceWhen they stepped out onto the empty rink, the arena felt massive.The ice stretched endlessly under the bright overhead lights.For a moment, both twins just stood there.Taking it in.Alex knelt beside them.“This is w
A week after the championship, Vancouver was still celebrating.Murals of the Vancouver Grizzlies had appeared across downtown. Kids wore tiny jerseys with “Baby Fangs” on the back. Every sports channel replayed the final goal on loop.But for the Thorne family, the spotlight had finally dimmed—at least for a moment.And for the first time in a long while…Things were quiet.Morning at the LakeThe frozen lake behind the cabin had smoothed out again, the towering ice structures from Finn’s earlier outburst now melted into a clean, glassy surface.Perfect ice.Jake stood at the edge, holding two pairs of very small skates.“You sure about this?” he asked.Alex leaned against the railing, arms crossed, smiling.“They’ve been waiting all week.”Behind them, the cabin door burst open.Finn ran out first.“Skate time?!”Liam followed, slightly wobblier but just as excited.“Boom skate!”Jake crouched down, holding up the tiny skates.“Alright, first lesson.”First Steps on IceMinutes late
The roar inside Rogers Arena didn’t just return—it erupted.What had begun as panic had transformed into something electric, something historic. Tens of thousands of fans were now on their feet, chanting, stomping, shaking the very building that had just survived collapse.“GRIZZ-LIES! GRIZZ-LIES! GRIZZ-LIES!”On the ice, the players of the Vancouver Grizzlies regrouped, breath visible in the cold air that still lingered from Finn’s power.The scoreboard glowed above:GAME SEVEN – TIEDEverything—season, legacy, future—came down to this.Back to the GameAlex skated slowly to center ice, gripping his stick.For a moment, everything else faded.Not the Crown Court.Not the chaos.Not even the roaring crowd.Just the ice.Just the game.Jake stood at the boards, arms crossed, eyes locked on Alex.Their gaze met for a brief second.No words.Just understanding.Finish it.The Final FaceoffThe referee stepped in.The puck dropped.The game resumed.The pace was immediate and relentless.
For a moment, everything inside Rogers Arena felt suspended in time.The cracks in the ice spread slowly, like veins creeping across the surface.The crowd’s roar had turned into a low, uneasy murmur.Players stood frozen near their benches.No one moved.Then the lights flickered.Panic in the ArenaA sharp metallic pulse echoed through the rafters.The silver device hidden above the arena flared brighter.Another CRACK split the ice.This time, a visible fracture opened near center ice.Fans gasped.Arena staff rushed forward, shouting instructions.“Everyone stay calm! Please remain seated!”But the tension was already snapping.High above, Crown Court agents stepped fully into view along the upper concourse.Their silver-lined cloaks shimmered under the arena lights.One raised his arm.“Begin extraction.”Jake Strikes FirstIn the upper corridor, Jake moved like a storm.He hit the first agent before the man even finished speaking.The impact sent the agent crashing into a wall.







