Ice Hunter Arc Novels & Stories

Hunter was roaring viciously and they had shifted back to their human forms. Happiness twinkled in her eyes upon seeing Hunter punching Armando ruthlessly as blood splurts out of his mouth.

He was trembling so hard I could hear his teeth chattering. "Look at me," I commanded softly. It took a long time. Seconds ticked by, counted by the thumping bass of the rap song that was finally fading out. Slowly, painfully, he lifted his chin. Those winter-forest eyes met mine, wide and swimming with a panic that went much deeper than a few hockey players being assholes. He looked at my face, searching for something—meanness, mockery, a hidden trap. He didn't find it. "I’m not Miller," I said, my voice dropping low, losing its edge. I reached out, stopping my hand just inches from his shoulder when I saw him tense up again.

“Listen to me. I’m giving the key to you. You meet me here tomorrow this time. You have to get the files. This is bigger than the tournament, Avery. It’s about saving Jax and the victim. We have to finish this.” She shoved the small key into my trembling palm. Before I could object, a light came on in the main hallway leading to the rink to announce the arrival of an official. Cassandra bolted and disappeared into the dark shadows of the lower benches and the maintenance tunnels. I stood alone in the center of the rink with the sudden light blinding me and the key burning my hand. A sound of heavy measured footsteps approached the boards. I turned my head toward the approaching footsteps. I

Celestial Moon pack, the direct descendents of the first Werewolves, has been reduced to three wolves. Even though Ari understood why it needed to happen this way, she was aggrieved at the sacrifice forced upon her and she retreated so deeply inside my mind that I didn’t hear from her for almost two years. I know now that her actions were to protect us both, it gave her time to heal and me time to set certain wheels in motion. I thank the Goddess every day for Ari’s strength and that we haven’t joined the countless rogues wandering the wilderness. I hope beyond hope that now she will finally be rewarded for her sacrifice and find some peace when this is all over. The promise of seeing Hunter

Evaria Carter thought the hardest part of life was surviving the relatives who never wanted her. She was wrong. The hardest part was surviving the consequences of marrying the man she trusted with her life. On the night of their anniversary, Logan sold her. One signature. One debt paid. One devastating betrayal. Now she belongs to Ryker Kane. But his brother wants her too. ~~ One wants to control her. One wants to watch her break. Both need her to survive. And the man who sold her wants her back. When a desperate spell binds their lives together, Evaria is thrust into a dangerous game where every secret, every choice, and every step threatens to ignite a war

The invisible violet dampening net around us instantly died, its high-frequency acoustic weight vanishing with a loud electronic pop that allowed the howling mountain gale to rush back into our ears. "Aria," I growled, my voice a rough, gravelly rasp that felt raw after the artificial silence of the field. She was already moving toward us, her boots making a quick, rhythmic crunch over the thin ice. Her silver hair was soaked with freezing rain, clinging to the dark fabric of her tactical vest, and her breathing came in shallow, ragged gaps that told the true story of the strain her Guardian parameters had just endured. She didn't waste time checking her own blisters or the thin trickle of b