PROLOGUE

“The ice remembers every destiny carved- every victory, every defeat, every rivalry, even two hearts that seems to beat as one--even hearts on ice”YEAR 3000, MONTH OF JULY, 21ST DAY“Welcome back to Day One of the Annual Arcane Ice Hockey World Cup! And folks brace yourselves. Because this is the match everyone’s been waiting for.” The voice of the announcer boomed through the arena, resounding over twenty thousand screaming fans and millions watching from home."Demidov versus Kensington. Russia versus USA, Moscow vs. Chicago.Two of the biggest names, two of the brightest talents.Two men who utterly, without question despise each other's guts.”Hearing this, Lian tried to hold back his laughter as he stretched near the boards. "Hate each other? Yeah. Sure." He thought sounding sarcastic then eventually sighed. How many years has it been? Two years? Two years of sneaking into hotel rooms, empty locker rooms, dark hallways or their own penthouses. Two years of biting back smiles on

Last Updated : 2025-12-11

THE 1st CHAPTER - DEMIDOV

"You may not be the most powerful, but you can conquer even the world with dedication and resilient, of course with a plan and strategy on the side." >>YEAR 2095, MONTH OF MAY, 10TH DAYThe rinks in Moscow and Chicago were thousands of miles apart, but the ice weighed nearly the same amount when it came to expectations and legacies. In one, a non-magical rising ice hockey star was trying to make a name for himself among seasoned players. In another, a magical child prodigy was wowing scouts, teammates, and fans with his talent. They had not yet met, but they were destined to meet and clash in many ways possible.LDOVE DEVORET ARENA, MOSCOW, RUSSIA (Volkov Ice Dynasty)The locker room of the Volkov Ice Dynasty team was thick with tension. Jerseys in dark blue and silver hung orderly, sticks leaned against benches, and Petrov’s mask sat atop his helmet. Yaroslav Viktorovich Demidov, 22, stood in the middle

Last Updated : 2025-12-15

THE 2nd CHAPTER - KENSINGTON

"An anchor and a support of a family is what we need in our journey too. It can uplift and even motivate us." >>THE SAME DAYROSEN AETHERFROST ARENA, BOSTON, ILLINOIS, USAThousands of miles away, the Rosen Aetherfrost Arena in Chicago hummed with a different kind of electricity altogether. The Rosen Aetherfrost Arena rose like a cathedral of glass and steel, its vaulted ceiling humming with enchantments meant to regulate magic, sound, and temperature. Navy banners trimmed in ice silver and crimson rippled above the stands, while the Chicago Frost Titans' junior team took to the ice, blades carving clean arcs across the freshly laid rink.Seventeen-year-old Lian Mateo Alonzo-Kensington adjusted his gloves at center ice, taking in the chill, charmed air. Beneath his skates, the faint, controlled hum of ice-speed magic vibrated like a pulse, synchronized with his heartbeat. It wasn't overwhelming, just eno

Last Updated : 2025-12-15

THE 3rd CHAPTER - THE INTER - CONTINENTAL LEAGUE

"When destinies collide, a clash and a romance somehow is inevitable." >>YEAR 2098, MONTH OF JUNE, 21ST DAYAURORA FALL ARENA, DENVER, USAThe Aurora Fall Arena in Denver vibrated with energy. Elemental wards shimmered faintly along the ceiling, stabilizing gusts, shifting ice, and subtle wind currents. Everything calibrated to Tier 2 environmental magic. Tonight's intercontinental invitational was a rare spectacle with Chicago's Frost Titans versus Moscow's Volkov Ice Dynasty, a pre-World Cup battle of strategy, skill, and controlled magic. Scouts, media, and fans packed every tier. Sparks from magical gear flickered like fireflies before the wards muted them, leaving only tension and roar. Lian Mateo Alonzo-Kensington, 20, squatted at center ice, the wind-laced skates whining softly. His heartbeat synchronized with the elemental hum of the rink, every breath misting inside his helmet. Alongside him,

Last Updated : 2025-12-16

THE 4th CHAPTER - THE PULL

"Defeat is inevitable for it is a part of life. But the lesson we learned in that is a priceless treasure we can grasp and something that can be useful as we go on in our lives.""Soulmates, is that even real? This pull that we can feel with someone is it fate?" >> “Fuck you, kid! Don’t make me look bad!” O’Connor shouted, slamming a Volkov defender into the boards. “Thanks, asshole,” Lian muttered. “Skate your fucking ass, Kensington!” Carter barked, fire flaring. Volkov ran a coordinated powerplay. Zharov slipped past Tanaka, Kuznetsov flanked Kensington, and Demidov controlled the puck with deadly efficiency. Vasiliev and Ivanov ran attack coordination; Sokolov and Lebedev covered the lines, while Morozov's defense kept Lian in check. Another deft flick of the puck, another feint, and Viktor Petrov's glove was beaten. In Denver, Moscow had come and claimed the win on neutral territory as Lian's f