Ice Planet Barbarians Novels & Stories

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Trosdig screams. I could see them through the rain. It was a horde of them, hundreds or maybe even thousands of roughly dressed barbarians, chasing the Captain’s Cohort and a toga wearing man who was probably Duke Gravlin. But for the Barbarians, what was truly unsettling was that they were all chanting the word “Truth.” We draw our guns and steady them on our shields while the ones behind us place their shields on top of their heads as protection from missiles. The Gunners begin firing, startling me a bit. Shades of red are seen through the rain as blood begins spraying out of the bodies of the downed barbarians. I begin to breathe heavily, trying my best to focus. In the back I could hear

Somebody went down hard. I whistled. “Stop.” Everyone stilled. I looked at Kai across the ice. “They came to my side so we could do something useful together. Not so you could declare war on them.” My voice carried cleanly in the cold air. “We are one team. That’s the whole point.”

" 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

Sunekuo strengthens its construction and emits blue fluid from its skin disintegrating Irz’s body until his body vanishes. When Franz is done defeating Irz, Barz has stood before him. “Franz, Do you know what you have just done all this time? What would he say if he saw this?” Barz asked. “Buffalo, the symbol of serenity. An incarnation of a moron who is always calm that he forgets how to live his life.” Franz said.

“Picts . . . so many . . . ” “Yes, but they’ve all gone back north now.” “North?” Flavius gagged. “Good . . . good . . . ” “Sir, monsters?” Eyes shut for a while, Flavius breathed deep. “Monstrous, I mean . . . just terrible . . . what the barbarians can do . . . ” “Yes,” the centurion agreed. “They are pure savages on ice, sir. We’ll get you cleaned up fine and healed up well again.”

She was the only person I was working hard for. "The Hollowshade Wolves is your brother's team, so you do have a choice, Nymeria," he answered. "You can stay here and fix the mistake you made by owning up to it. You will earn the team's trust again, and everything will go back to normal. If there was anyone who could do the job that you do, your brother would've hired them a long time ago before you arrived." I looked at him and wanted to believe that I could fix what happened and gain their trust again, but Leonard was a pain in my ass.

“Admin’s quietly checking who accessed the reference section.” “Only a few people have been asking questions about that year.” “Yeah. Recent questions.” Eli skated by, caught the tone, and raised an eyebrow at Ethan. “You hear that?” “I hear it,” Ethan said. “They’re not saying it’s you.” “Not yet.” Across the ice Marcus stood with his water bottle, listening without joining in. His expression stayed calm, but he registered every piece of the rumor as it moved through the group.

“I swear to God, Caleb, you looked like a straight-up, professional circus clown out there trying to manipulate Danica into a jealous fit. Meanwhile, she’s completely moved on, and you’re standing there trying to give a red-carpet interview to a local news station. It was absolute cinematic poetry, Cap.” _Miller took a slow, highly dramatic sip of his drink, leaning forward against his hockey stick like a gossiping neighbor over a picket fence. “Oh, it gets so much worse, Riot. Can we talk about the legendary meltdown on the Viking Ride? Absolute, pure, unadulterated comedy. The ship is swinging at a terrifying ninety-degree angle, everyone else is just trying not to throw up their funnel ca

My legs burned, but it was the good kind of burn, the one that reminded me why I loved this game even when it tried to break me. “Ellis!” Coach barked. “Center the next rush. Let’s see if that A means anything yet.” I nodded, tapping my stick on the ice twice, our team’s old signal for “got it” and skated back to the face-off dot. The guys were scattered across the neutral zone, jerseys soaked with sweat despite the cold. Danny lined up on my wing, grinning like an idiot even though his face was red from the last sprint. Cho took the other side, quiet and focused as always. And back in net, Nora was resetting after a string of tough saves, her mask pushed up on her helmet, hair sticking to h