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I was late morning when Tristan entered the room pulling my head of the book, I looked at him in slight amazement. “We have the conference call in twenty minutes.” He greeted stepping into the room as I looked up. “What?” He asked and I held up the book. “Tristan, this book.” I stated not really knowing how to explain it. “It’s a novel, just a story that I found in the library, but it’s based on a family of werewolves, the two daughters, twins, were born with a special gift, they could produce fire and ice.” I uttered and watched as his brows rose. “They later became joint alphas of the their pack. Do you think this could be the story of the alpha twins that we were looking for?”

## Chapter 127 ice Grimoire Complete **Storm Academy, Utah** **September 8, 2032 – Morning, Library Wing** The Ice Ability Grimoire was finished before breakfast. That was the part that still felt a little unreal, even to Celeste. The final draft had spent the better part of two days moving between her office, Rowan’s console, the ward chamber, and the curriculum hall, but now it sat sealed in a crystal-backed case on the central reading table of the library wing. Pale blue script glimmered along its cover. The binding had been reinforced with frost-silver thread, and the first completed volume gave off a faint, cool resonance that made the air around it feel cleaner somehow.

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Her fingers felt frozen solid, like ice was growing under her skin. Twenty minutes passed. Her body started to shut down. She couldn’t speak anymore—her jaw just wouldn’t move. Her temperature kept dropping. Curling up on the floor, Zoey squeezed her eyes shut. There was only one key to the walk-in freezer, and Claire had it. Which meant Zoey’s chances of getting out alive were close to zero. She truly hadn't expected Claire's obsession to reach such a disturbing level. All over a pair of earrings—just earrings—and Claire had tried to kill her.

She walked to the fridge, pulling out a bottle of water, but stopped when her phone buzzed on the counter. Her stomach tightened instantly. Unknown number. She hesitated before opening the message. You’re stepping into territory you don’t understand. Last warning. Her pulse spiked. She stared at the screen, her thumb hovering over the keyboard. Anger rose faster than fear. She typed quickly. Then explain it. The reply came almost immediately. Ask your Ice King. He knows the rules better than anyone. The message thread disappeared seconds later. Deleted. Her heart pounded against her ribs as she stared at the blank screen.

he says, like he’s asking me to pass the salt. I blink. “Excuse me?” “Rumors follow me like flies. Girls whisper, guys stare, teachers wait for me to snap. People love a villain story.” His gaze sharpens. “But if I’m with you, little Miss Smart Girl, scholarship material, suddenly I’m not just trouble. I’m redeemable.” My jaw drops. “You’re insane.” “And in exchange,” he continues smoothly, ignoring me, “I help you win that scholarship. You get back on the ice, I train you, push you, whatever it takes. We both get what we need.”

Her face was soft and pretty, the kind of face people compared to a lily. But her eyes were sharp and calculating. And her smile made the hair on my arms stand up. I couldn't exactly refuse, so I let her walk me down the corridor. The second we reached the bathroom door, she leaned in close, her breath warm against my ear. "Ada, want to make a little bet with me? Let's both fall down at the same time. We'll see who Professor cares about more." Her stiletto came down on my broken leg. Pain ripped through me. I went white, cold sweat sheeting down my back, and I crumpled onto the floor.

(Danica) The scent of premium roast coffee and expensive wood polish replaced the sharp, metallic tang of the ice rink the moment we entered the auxiliary athletic suite. It was less than an hour after the final horn, but Principal Girlie Harlow”s team had already transformed the space into an administrative war room for the upcoming Tri-Varsity Decathlon.

“I call upon to open your doors, a quarter of my soul becomes yours …” Seconds after, a triangular mark glowed brightly at the center of his chest, then Kael slammed his hand against the ground. "Ice Death!" The ground trembled, causing the bandits to slow down. They glanced around them, wondering what was about to happen. Suddenly, spikes of ice sprouted from the ground, more and more they expanded, impaling every bandit surrounding Kael. Their loud, painful cries followed as all of them, one by one, were pierced by the ice spikes growing from the ground.