Ice Planet Barbarians Book Novels & Stories

Jax picked both up, sat on the edge of the bed, and opened the first one without much confidence. The language felt clinical at first. He almost closed it but then he forced himself to keep going, reading a few pages about recognizing the difference between anger that protects something and anger that simply needs control. The ideas sat awkwardly in his mind, unfamiliar and a little uncomfortable. He switched to the second book. A section on competitive environments and the habit of turning every loss of status into a personal attack held his attention longer than he expected. He didn’t fully believe the suggestions yet, but he stayed with the page anyway.

Scotch burned trail gold, obsidian devouring every swallow, power humming balanced edge. Night deepened, bodies orbiting with no collision, but collision was inevitable. His hand ghosted spine trace absent—shiver traitorous. "Sleep," he ordered, soft menace, pulling me into the lounge plush without resistance. No fuck tonight—torture purer, proximity dominance submission unspoken. Dreams twisted Rourke's snap, Darius's grin fading peace, Kenji's obsidian guarding shadows. Blood ties bound us, visceral, dark romance, an empire forged in violence and want.

And in the world of the Stormbreakers, if a man didn't dress for the hunt, he ended up as the meal. For five years, Lyon had been the city’s most feared investigative journalist. In a city like San Diego, there was only one predator worth tracking: The Stormbreakers. They weren't just the most aggressive hockey team in the league; they were a pack. Rumors of their lunar-driven tempers and supernatural strength were the worst-kept secrets in the Pacific Ice Arena. The city lived for the chaos of its six Alpha stars, and Lyon had made a career out of exposing every jagged edge of their lives.

" 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

I moved away from it. “Scaredycat,” Vlarr sneered. I glared at him, daring him to repeat himself. I felt Barlas's eyes on me–cold like ice. I stopped myself from looking into them. There was something unnerving about the way his eyes glowed tonight. “Begin,” his voice rumbled. I saw Orchid produce a book out of thin air. I recognized it. It was the same old book with worn-out cover that she'd been studying the night Zonda had been caught.

LILA’S POV The Blizzard’s arena faded behind me, but Zane Callahan’s green eyes burned like acid. My boots pounded the icy Chicago pavement, every step feeding my anger. He’d humiliated me, storming out like I was some rookie gossip—monger. Overreacting? That was putting it lightly. He’d exploded, and I’d been the fuse. But those questions weren’t mine. Meredith’s sabotage had set me up to fail, and the realization twisted my gut as I shoved through the revolving doors of Windy City Sports.

With the ice, there was sadly no chance of a towering inferno which would add the delicious smell of burning flesh. "You see," Babi continued, grabbing hold of Kyle's arm to guide him from the falling flames that were beginning to grow larger, puddles forming as they melted the ice, currently the size of golf balls, falling hard. "If I can offer my aid to them, destroy a few of these walking wretches, then trust comes and I can heighten their hate of Am-Heh." He pulled Kyle to gaze into his eyes, his own burning with angry desperation. "I crave flesh. I crave the pure. Your whore released me but I need more." "More..."

The two strangers; Isaiah and their mother, turned to stare at me. “Bobby,” she called, “what's going on here?” “I'm sorry. He just had some really good points.” Isaiah stood up with wide shining eyes. “Mr. Carter, it is such a pleasure to finally meet you. I…I love watching your games and I just want to say you're really awesome on the ice.” I ignored him and focused on their mother. Now that I was closer, I could see the resemblance between her and Olive. It was in the shape of her eyes, her mouth but her eyes were cold in a way Olive's could never be.

Alarick liked to give those Southerners to one of his men, warriors tended to like those pretty Gythaeans, and it was amusing to see them trying to escape the clutches of a Maudian. Some of them ended up liking it, but usually it scared them so bad they either broke or ran away to spread nasty rumors about Maud. Good. He didn’t like to look soft. He called the small party of soldiers he’d chose to patrol with him, and headed back to the fortress. His fortress. His castle and his frontiers. His territory. His grandfather was the first barbarian to challenge the old tribe and create an actual empire. Some followed willingly but it took them years to convince the rest of the old tribe to join t

The word echoed in the dark, feral corners of the Star-Code. But Baraka looked past Malik’s boots. He looked at the cracked, ruined earth of the Boma courtyard. Beneath that dirt, Neema was learning how to build a shield instead of a bomb. Beneath that dirt, Eliana was treating the wounded. Beneath that dirt, the people he loved were waiting for the sky to fall. "I... don't... yield," Baraka ground out, blood spilling over his lips. Baraka didn't try to stand up with raw muscle. Muscle was useless against the crushing weight of a planet.