Se connecterThe league finally made its decision.
At a press conference in Vancouver, officials stood behind microphones while cameras flashed nonstop.
“Both players have passed all medical tests,” one executive said. “They are cleared to play. However, they will remain under league observation.”
The statement exploded across sports media.
Outside the arena, crowds argued loudly. Some fans held signs that said “Vamp Out!” while others waved Grizzlies flags and fake plastic fangs.
Inside the locker room, things were quieter.
Alex walked in wearing sunglasses to hide the faint silver shine in his eyes. Conversations stopped for a moment.
Then his coach walked over and slapped his shoulder.
“Just win games,” the coach said. “That shuts people up.”
His teammate Brody pulled him into a quick hug.
“Whatever you are now,” Brody whispered, “we still need your goals.”
Alex smiled.
“Don’t worry,” he said. “I’m not going anywhere.”
The league arranged a private joint practice at a smaller rink outside the city.
Both teams arrived quietly.
When Alex stepped onto the ice, he immediately spotted Jake skating slow circles at center.
Their eyes met.
The drills started.
When they were paired together, their timing was almost perfect. Alex sent quick passes across the ice, and Jake fired powerful shots that goalies struggled to stop.
Players on the bench watched with disbelief.
“Okay,” one joked, “that’s definitely a vampire power play.”
During a break, Alex and Jake slipped behind a stack of equipment crates.
“You’re enjoying this chaos,” Jake said with a small smile.
“Maybe a little,” Alex admitted.
Jake leaned closer.
“Careful,” he whispered. “There are cameras everywhere.”
The final preseason game brought both teams together again in a packed arena.
Twenty thousand fans filled the building.
The Vancouver Grizzlies against the Calgary Flames.
From the opening faceoff, the energy was intense.
Alex scored first with a fast shot into the top corner.
Later Jake answered with a strong defensive play that led to a Flames goal.
The hits were hard and fast. At one point Jake checked Alex into the boards, holding him there for a moment longer than necessary.
Alex pushed off him with a grin.
In overtime, Alex stole the puck and passed it to Brody.
Goal.
Game over.
The Grizzlies won.
After the game celebration, Jake slipped Alex a small note during the handshake line.
Roof. Now.
Later, Alex climbed the stairs to the arena rooftop.
The city lights stretched far below.
Jake stood waiting in a long coat, the wind moving his dark hair.
“You played incredible tonight,” Jake said.
Alex laughed.
“Not bad for a vampire.”
Jake stepped closer.
“Winning deserves a reward.”
They stayed up there a long time, talking and laughing while the wind blew around them. Away from cameras and reporters, they could finally relax.
The next morning sports headlines were everywhere.
“Vamp Duo Delivers Another Win.”
Fans were buying shirts that read “Fangs & Fire.”
But not everyone was celebrating.
Victor Kane had posted new claims online, accusing Jake of being connected to mysterious disappearances from decades ago.
On dark corners of the internet, groups of vampire hunters were starting to talk again.
One evening Brody pulled Alex aside.
“There’s something you should know,” he said quietly. “A scout named Ramirez has been sending emails to Kane. Information about you and Jake.”
Alex’s smile disappeared.
“Seriously?”
Brody nodded.
“Be careful.”
Later that night Alex texted Jake.
Alex: We might have a spy inside the league.
Jake: Then we set a trap.The plan was simple.
The home opener was coming soon in Vancouver. Everyone in the league would be watching.
If someone was secretly working with Kane…
That game would reveal them.
Alex looked out across the empty rink after practice.
The season was about to begin.
The stakes were bigger than hockey now.
But one thing hadn’t changed.
Whatever came next, he and Jake would face it together.
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.







