LOGINThe city of Vancouver buzzed with energy long before the puck dropped.
Playoff banners hung from buildings, fans crowded sports bars, and streets around Rogers Arena filled with green jerseys hours before game time.
The Vancouver Grizzlies were entering the first round of the playoffs, and the entire city felt like it was holding its breath.
Inside the arena, the atmosphere was electric.
Music thundered through the speakers. Cameras flashed. Fans waved signs that read:
THORNE TIME
PUP POWERFUTURE CAPTAINS: FINN & LIAMUp in the familiar luxury suite overlooking the rink, Finn and Liam pressed their faces against the glass.
Finn wore his tiny Grizzlies jersey and gripped his toy stick proudly.
“Hockey!”
Liam bounced beside him, clutching his foam puck.
“Goal!”
Mara stood quietly near the suite door, watching the hallway outside with calm vigilance.
Jake leaned against the glass beside the twins.
“Alright, little guys,” he said softly. “Watch your dad closely.”
Down on the ice, Alex stepped out of the tunnel and onto the rink.
The roar from the crowd was deafening.
Playoff hockey had a different energy—faster, louder, sharper.
Alex glanced up instinctively toward the luxury box.
Finn and Liam were already waving.
He smiled and tapped his stick against the ice.
Brody skated up beside him.
“You ready?”
Alex nodded.
“Always.”
Coach shouted from the bench.
“Line up!”
The teams gathered at center ice.
The referee held the puck over the faceoff circle.
The building fell silent for half a second.
Then , the puck dropped.
From the luxury suite, Jake watched the game with one eye on the ice and one eye on the crowd.
Something about the arena felt wrong.
The same pressure they had felt during the cabin attack.
Mara felt it too.
“They’re here,” she said quietly.
Jake didn’t take his eyes off the stands.
“Yeah.”
Finn tugged on his sleeve.
“Papa?”
Jake forced a smile.
“Everything’s okay.”
But even as he said it, the arena lights flickered briefly.
On the ice, the Grizzlies played fast and aggressive.
Alex intercepted a pass near center ice and exploded forward with speed.
The opposing defense scrambled to catch him.
Brody skated alongside him.
“Now!”
Alex fired the puck.
It slammed into the top corner of the net.
The goal horn blasted through the arena.
The crowd erupted.
Finn jumped up and down behind the glass.
“Daddy score!”
Liam lifted his puck into the air using his telekinesis in excitement.
Mara quickly lowered it again before anyone noticed.
Deep in the arena stands, several figures sat scattered among the fans.
They wore ordinary clothing.
Hoodies.
Jackets.
Hats pulled low.
But their eyes glowed faintly red when the lights dimmed.
One of them whispered into a small device.
“Targets confirmed.”
Another voice answered calmly.
“Begin phase two.”
Halfway through the second period, the arena lights flickered again.
This time longer.
The crowd murmured in confusion.
Then a section of the upper seating suddenly froze.
Literally.
Thin sheets of ice spread across the railing and seats like frost racing over glass.
Fans gasped.
Security rushed forward.
Jake’s eyes narrowed.
“That’s not Finn.”
Mara nodded.
“They’re testing something.”
Suddenly three Crown Court hunters moved quickly through the luxury level hallway.
Security guards tried to stop them.
The guards were thrown aside effortlessly.
Inside the Thorne family suite, Mara stepped in front of the twins.
Jake’s voice dropped into a low growl.
“Not happening.”
The suite door burst open.
Three hunters entered calmly.
Their leader smiled faintly.
“Good evening.”
Finn pointed at them.
“Bad guys!”
Jake stepped forward slowly.
“You’ve got five seconds.”
The hunter chuckled.
“Actually, we only need two.”
Before anyone else could move, Liam lifted both hands instinctively.
The foam puck beside him shot forward like a cannonball.
It slammed into one hunter’s chest and sent him crashing backward through the door.
Jake blinked.
“Okay.”
Brody, who had just arrived from the bench hallway, grinned.
“That’s my nephew.”
Another hunter lunged toward the twins.
Finn sneezed again.
The glass windows of the luxury suite instantly froze over.
A wave of icy energy burst outward across the hallway.
The floor coated itself in slick frost.
Two hunters lost their footing and slammed into the wall.
Jake laughed once.
“Oh yeah.”
Down below, the game had completely stopped.
Players and referees looked around in confusion as frost crept across part of the rink boards.
Alex looked up toward the luxury suites.
He could feel it.
The twins.
Something had happened.
He dropped his stick and skated toward the tunnel immediately.
Coach shouted after him.
“Thorne!”
Alex didn’t stop.
Back in the suite hallway, Jake moved like lightning.
One hunter swung a blade.
Jake caught the arm mid-strike and slammed the attacker into the floor.
Brody tackled another one into a snack cart.
Popcorn exploded everywhere.
Mara disarmed the final hunter with precise speed.
Within seconds, the attackers were down.
Security guards finally rushed up the stairs.
Jake dusted off his jacket.
“Little late, guys.”
Alex burst into the suite moments later, still wearing full hockey gear.
“Everyone okay?”
Finn pointed proudly.
“I ice!”
Liam floated his puck again.
“Boom!”
Alex blinked at Jake.
Jake shrugged.
“Team effort.”
Far away, in a dark control room high above New York City, the Crown Court leader watched the arena footage calmly.
Finn’s ice burst replayed across the screen.
Liam’s telekinetic strike followed.
The leader smiled slowly.
“Extraordinary.”
One of his advisors spoke quietly.
“Should we escalate?”
The leader leaned back in his chair.
“Oh yes.”
He tapped the screen again.
A new location appeared.
The frozen lake near the Thorne cabin.
“Phase three begins soon.”
The arena eventually resumed the game after the strange disturbance.
Fans buzzed with rumors.
Security doubled across every level.
But in the Thorne suite, Alex held Finn and Liam tightly.
Jake leaned beside him.
“They’re getting bolder.”
Alex nodded.
“So will we.”
Below them, the Grizzlies returned to the ice.
The playoffs continued.
But everyone in that suite knew something now.
This wasn’t just a hockey season anymore.
It was the opening act of a much bigger battle.
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.







