Ice Planet Barbarians Novels & Stories

"You shoved a brutally spicy peppermint into my mouth. You said: 'If you lost, don't sit here crying about it. Have some candy, clear your head, and get back out there.'" A peppermint. The origin of everything. "The aggressive energy radiating from you instantly suppressed the fire that was about to tear me apart." He gripped my hand, eyes blazing with something close to worship. "For an incubus, that's a soul mark. From that moment on, only your presence could calm me. I love you, Iris. I've belonged to you for a long time." I looked at this man — ruthless in the boardroom, now weeping in front of me.

he said, the threat clear. "My career?" I barked a laugh, my fangs beginning to ache, pushing against my gums. The urge to claim what was mine was fighting with the cold logic I needed to survive. "I am the Ice Reaper. The fans don't care who I date. They care that I win." "They care about the curse, Horace!" Azriel shouted, finally losing his cool. "You paraded a blonde girl in front of the world. Your mother is sitting here trembling because she knows what the pack did to women like her then.

Half-shifted wolves tore into our sentries, our neighbors, children I’d laughed with just yesterday. And at the center stood Kael Draven. He was tall, broad with a black cloak billowing like dark wings, his Ice-blue eyes reflecting the flames, cold, merciless. He didn’t shout orders. He didn’t need to. The chaos seemed to flow toward him. Then I saw them. Mama and Papa fought back-to-back near the great hearth stone. Papa swung the ironwood staff in wide arcs, cracking skulls, buying seconds. Mama danced with her dagger and teeth, silver flashing as she shifted just enough claws, fangs tearing into throats.

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.

The stadium lights were bright, cutting through the late afternoon haze, casting long shadows across the ice. The crowd’s energy buzzed like electricity, fans waving banners and chanting, their voices swelling into a roar that felt almost tangible. After weeks of chaos, betrayal, and uncertainty, today was different. Today, Atticus would skate again—not just for himself, but for everyone who had stood by him, and most importantly, for Sheila.

“What was that for?!” “Your failed effort at romance is getting in the way of our free massage,” Ronan smirked. The door to the locker room opened and our coach stepped in. “That's enough fooling around boys.” Nathan huffed in displeasure and stuck out his tongue childishly at Ronan. “Tomorrow, we are playing against the Glacier Guardians…” Groans of displeasure interrupted him. “Fucking exploiters!” “Losers!!!” Yeah, there wasn't any love between our teams. Especially because of that airhead captain of theirs.

He looked worried, and I realized that he had said it, but I didn’t. “I love you, Daniel Black.” I grinned. “More than I’ve ever loved anyone else.” I was blessed. We were blessed. Not only did we finally live in peace, but my pack could shift at will, and now I could try to win back my spot on the ice-skating circuit. My grandmother appeared beside us to inform us that our people were ready, and we joined in the celebrations. I was looking forward to peace after what felt like a lifetime of war. Later that evening, I noted the strange looking woman standing at the edge of the square.

Against the Ice Beckett Hayes is a star hockey player with one goal: win the scholarship that could change his future. Then there's Aitor Valdez—the one player Beck has never been able to stand. For years, they've been bitter rivals, constantly pushing each other's buttons on and off the ice. But when graduation finally separates them, they think they've seen the last of each other. Until they end up at the same college. One unexpected encounter changes everything, and suddenly the line between hatred and something far more dangerous begins to blur. How long can they keep pretending there's nothing between them?

Let the whole army absorb the worst of it. "Give it, Queen Elara!" Vane roared over the blizzard’s howl. I stared down into that horrifying, silent tide of ice vampires closing the distance. My silver eyes ignited, burning awake with fury. "Unleash hell!" I screamed. The unified Northern army charged off the ridge. The first impact was a deafening, chaotic blast of fur, fangs, and ice that shattered like glass thrown at stone.

One more. "I've already given it a try and I remember your words very well. And as for being Sarah's father, that can only be a joke! Wasn't it you who said it would be a plague in your life to have a child with me? Now want to take over Sarah?" Being reminded of such words uttered by me, in a moment of extreme arrogance, made me unresponsive, for Viviane's anger was justified. I just wish I could go back in time and take what I said because today I was fully sorry. Never that a child with Vivi could be something bad or negative, as I had put that horrendous day.