Ice Bear Novels & Stories

The voices continued. Elias was offering instant cool money, an opportunity for a higher market with the BIH Club signing. Then Noa preached loyalty to the team with hope for a better future. His chest tightened. By midnight, he was still awake, and indecisive. Even the bed felt like a trap. Mount View town Meanwhile, while sleep refused to come for Max, his younger brother Leon was wide awake on a video call. He was grinning at his phone screen with a mask on. Hidden behind the alias Diamond.

Practice later that morning was its own special kind of hell. The arena buzzed with the energy of the new season. Skates carved sharp lines into the fresh ice as the team ran drills. Elias skated up beside Soren during warm-ups, effortless and graceful, his blond hair catching the overhead lights. He kept his voice low, meant only for Soren’s ears. “Soren… about the other night in Chicago,” Elias started, his Finnish accent soft and sincere. “I can’t stop thinking about it.” “Not here,” Soren hissed, his eyes darting across the ice to where JR was watching from the bench, hip braced and expression unreadable. “Not anywhere. It was a mistake. Too much alcohol and too much venting. Forget it e

I stand up, but immediately double over again as the pain burns anew. The bear roars triumphantly and stamps the ground. It doesn’t waste any time, immediately continuing its deadly charge. The enormous grizzly bursts through the bush. Its face is soaked in Heiwa's and Scorch’s blood. He tries to stop when he sees I’m closer than he thought. His gargantuan paws slide on the ground, trying to get traction.

"Or are there bears and mountain lions around here?" "There's all kinds of wildlife out here, but didn't you ever watch cartoons growing up?" She giggled, willing herself not to get into any more of her stupid laughing fits that would have her squeaking like a mouse on crack. "Bears hibernate in the winter, so it's rare to see one out here in the snow." "Where do you think they hibernate, Bianca?"

he asked in surprise, and I nonchalantly nodded. Every year, hundreds of members of the White Bear Pack die from the cold. Since Ruby ore was very effective in thermal insulation once added as a powder to building materials, they tried to acquire as much of it as possible. Still confused, he continued to ask, “But the White Bear Pack is known for being in seclusion. They’re very dangerous. How do you plan to contact them?” Smirking, I boasted, “I already did. Chief Tyson, their leader, already agreed to buy all the Ruby ore we are willing to sell to him.”

states Two, winking at me as I shrug my shoulders helplessly. “Wait until you get to know Three.” Nana giggles, and at the same moment all the rest throw her a warning glance. “Well, what?” She raises her hands and makes an innocent face. “In the end, I’m right. One is a docile bear compared to…” “Eat something, you are certainly starving,” interjects Four, handing me a cardboard package with Chinese food. “Aha” mutters the girl. “I understood the hint. Not another word about Three.”

Martha pointed to the bottomless crack on the forest’s right side. “Only Ice Heart Lotuses growing on the cliff ledges can cure this poison. But—” She swallowed hard. “The cliff is the territory of a high-tier mutated Frost Bear. It has impenetrable defenses, capable of tanking Commander Realm attacks head-on.” Eira wasted no words. She took the dagger from her mouth. “Stay in the carriage. I’ll get it.” Time was pressing. The Elder could destroy the formation eye at any moment. Eira had just taken a step forward when a deafening beast roar erupted from the cliff depths.

Our designated section, which had been a lonely island of support, is suddenly inundated with a pack of fans larger than I ever realized we commanded. They aren't just cheering; they are howling in a rhythmic, unified chant. A group of supporters holds a massive banner that reads: LYON’S KINGS RULE THE ICE. Another cluster of rowdy fans in neon Stormbreakers gear displays a sign: KNOX-OUT POWER. There is even a group of spectators who have superimposed my face onto a classic Alpha-wolf silhouette with the caption: THE ONLY LEADER FOR THE PACK.

On our first stop, we run into a polar bear shifter. Just as the first one we met said, this one isn’t happy to see me and Malcolm, but Qadira is interesting enough, or maybe she’s intimidating enough, that he doesn’t attack me. He does, however, have information that is helpful. “I don’t know if he’s the one you’re looking for, girlie, but those of us who have seen him call him Scar. He’s got a nasty gash across this right eye and I heavy limp. It doesn’t keep him from being a nasty son of a bitch, though. So, be warned. The last time I saw him, he was headed north to Nunavut. I’m not sure he’ll be happy to know you’re looking for him. Not all bears care about their cubs,” he says.

I nodded and continued gutting the fish, but only a few moments later, my mom’s urgent voice broke through the calm. “Aurelia, get up. Hurry. Get the fish, but leave one on the ground,” she instructed, speed-walking toward me. “What’s—” “Come on, sweet girl. Now.” Then I saw it. A grizzly bear, massive and lumbering, making its way straight toward us. I swallowed my fear and did exactly as my mother said, grabbing the fish and tossing one in the bear’s path. The bear stopped, sniffed the offering, then devoured it in seconds.