Ice Age Collision Course Buck Novels & Stories

The fire in his eyes burning brighter and hotter, just like when he’s about to fight. Caspian lunges from the ground, grabbing Paul around the waist. They both go tumbling back to the ice, and Beckett rips the helmet right from Paul's head as he’s pinned beneath him. I know what’s coming, and from the look on Paul's face, he does too. And with the first punch thrown by Caspian , the hockey arena has turned into a boxing ring.

" Ready and waiting, my parents flipped the water switch, while I grabbed the high-pressure cannon connected to the boiling water generator and aimed it at the bald leader charging in the front. Accompanied by the roar of a pressure cannon, a pressurized stream of water blasted out like a cutting jet. The scalding water hit Hailey's face first, instantly scalding her skin before the extreme cold air flash-froze it into a jagged mask of ice. "Ah!" The bald leader barely had the chance to throw his fireball before the water jet hit him square in the face. His ax clattered to the ground as the fireball sputtered out. Icicles immediately formed over his burned face, while his raw, scalded flesh

he exclaimed, bringing his hands over her frigid cheeks. Vapor exploded out of her mouth and then she spoke. “You’re back?” she asked, the movement brows crinkled noisily as ice flew off of her face with each movement. Miles moved to wipe her forehead, but a menacing growl vibrated up his arm. He pulled back, his wrist suddenly feeling like it was on fire. “He’s very protective,” she whispered. “Destroyer, it’s him. It’s Milo. He’s back.” Miles frowned down at the white wolf, who bared his fangs and snapped at him. Drool gathered and began to drip from his gleaming teeth.

“You think I enjoy feeling like this? Feeling like I need to protect someone who refuses to be protected?” “I didn’t ask you to protect me.” “I know,” he whispered. “That’s why it’s worse.” The raw honesty in his voice made her chest ache again. She hated how easily he could break through her defenses when he spoke like that. Before she could respond, a loud crash echoed from the rink. Both of them turned instantly. Two players had collided violently during a drill, one of them sliding hard into the boards. Trainers rushed forward, whistles blowing sharply. Atticus moved toward the ice automatically, instinct overriding conversation. Sheila followed without thinking, professional instincts k

He wound up. JR hit him like a truck. The bone-crushing check lifted Soren clean off the ice. Pain exploded through his ribs as his stick splintered against the glass. He crashed hard, helmet rattling, vision flashing white. The arena fell into a stunned hush for half a heartbeat before boos rained down. JR stood over him for a split second, breathing hard. “Stay down this time.” “Fuck you,” Soren gasped, forcing himself up on shaking arms. The whistle blew. Penalty on JR. But it didn’t matter.

"Because if you did, I'd never let you leave this car." I swallowed hard, my breath hitching in my throat as I brushed past his massive frame to get into the passenger seat. God. I hated this man. --- The vicious roar of the Lamborghini’s V12 engine echoed like thunder as it tore onto Kingsley’s campus. Heads turned instantly. Students froze in their tracks. The courtyard, which was usually bustling with morning chatter, suddenly erupted into a frenzy of frantic whispers. "No fucking way..." "Is that Ryder Vance? The Canadian hockey captain who's been the talk of Kingsley ever since he transferred here?"

My eyes burned, but I forced the tears down. Not here. Not now. Not in front of them. As I reached for the last thing—a puck near Jessica’s foot—I saw her pick up a hockey ball instead, raising it with a cruel grin. “Let’s see how fast she reacts,” she said. No. No. No. My heart slammed against my ribs. “Jessica, don’t—please—” She didn’t listen. She pulled her arm back— And the ball flew at me. Fast. Hard. Cold.

I have ever felt. The water continues to drench us, keeping the friction low and the temperature high. But as the stress of the season washes down the drain, a new, heavy tension is building in the marrow of my bones. "Fuck, Bran... it’s like he’s trying to drain the life out of me," Logan groans, lifting me slightly so he can drive back in even deeper. "If you think that’s good, you should feel the grip from this side," Brandon snarls, his rhythm perfectly synchronized with Logan’s. "God, if we were any bigger, I don't think he'd survive the collision."

man I just locked eyes with. Nightcrawler. Somehow it makes perfect sense. The pale, dead skin, red eyes that looked like it had never embraced sleep for at least a thousand years now, and that creepy, endless grin he keeps throwing at me makes my whole body shudder in fear. I reek of it, and the nightcrawler more than anyone else could fucking tell as his grin went impossibly wider, stretching to his sharp-edged ears. What a creep. "Fucking wear your seatbelt, Ava!" I snap my wide eyes at Hunter as he punched the gas, ultimately running over the nightcrawler blocking our path. I can't stop the squeal from escaping my throat as I felt the car hit its body with the loudest thud before it roll

I woke up the next day feeling cold. Marco poured a bucket of cold water on me. "Aren't you supposed to be awake by now?" He asked. I lifted my body and tried to stand up. "What do you want?" I asked and he held my wrist and pressed it. I winced in pain before he released it. "You have a package to deliver for me." He eyed me. "Why can't he send it to DHL?" I asked myself. "What package?" I asked and i got a slap in the face.