Ice Planet Barbarians Novels & Stories

Typical. I rolled my eyes at both of them and turned my attention back to the teacher who was going on about something regarding bacteria. "Let me guess—the high school bullies?" Olivia said, nodding toward the group of girls clustered at the back of the classroom. Their exaggerated laughter cut through the air like a blade. "Some things never change." I was about to agree—maybe even launch into a story about how some people never outgrow their worst traits—but then it happened. Living, undeniable proof of her statement walked through the door.

It was the first time, after knowing him for so long, to see him this way. The Dongyue she had known was an incredibly calm man. But today, he resembled a barbarian in berserk mode. Barbarians were melee warriors who had a unique ability, the war cry, which enabled them to enter a stage of insanity and cut everything down in their path, including allies. Hence, it was called the ‘berserk mode’ by her elders. Xiyu just stared at Dongyue without uttering a single word. Probably he also sensed her discomfort because instead of admonishing her, he took her in his arms and deposited her back on her bed, where he stayed vigil at her bedside, contemplating his thoughts seriously.

And here I am—just one human girl, caught in their clutches. And their king? What haven’t I heard about him? His cruelty, his ferocity in battle, the way he takes what he wants without hesitation or mercy. No one knows his name; they simply call him the barbarian king. The world simply knows that he is a Firefang wolf, a breed born of radiation, known for their volcanic bites and lightning combats.

A huge iceberg appeared in the void, almost blocking the sunlight in the sky. From top to bottom, Little Apple stood on the iceberg with a stern look. Sannuit and Dragon swung their swords with all their strength, and the sword radiance was shocking. However, the falling speed of the iceberg was too fast. with only one corner cut off, the iceberg came crashing down. The picture froze for a moment. Little Apple stood on the iceberg, like an honorable god. Dragon and Sannuit each stretched out a palm to resist the iceberg. The iceberg kept melting and dripping.

"Well. It’s nice to know the rest of the planet is handling this with level-headed diplomacy." "They're terrified because they don't understand the Source," Baraka said, stepping into the center of the dirt ring. He rolled his shoulders, popping the stiffness out of his newly healed right arm. "They look at the map and see monsters. We have to show them they're wrong. Jabari. Neema. Positions." Jabari stepped into the ring from the left, his skin instantly hardening into jagged, reflective black obsidian. Neema stepped in from the right, her hands glowing with bright, vibrating white acoustic energy.

"Jack, the Ice Ship is online! It's hungry!" Down in the harbor, the impossible vessel forged from frozen nothingness ignited. A brilliant, piercing blue light erupted from its mast, carving a cylindrical hole through the suffocating darkness overhead. It was a beacon of sheer, stubborn human defiance. "Arbiter," Jack turned to the towering marble figure of the Old One. She looked uncharacteristically shaken, her galaxy-filled eyes locked on the expanding void in the sky. "You said you wouldn't sterilize my planet. You said you'd stand with us. Time to punch the clock."

He added quickly, angrily, as if hating the softness in himself: “Don’t make me regret it.” Then he turned away, leaving Elara with the unspoken truth burning between them— The Fire King was not cold. He was burning too hot to touch.

JAXSON "Smile, Feya. People are taking photos," I murmured, keeping my voice low as we stepped out into the freezing air of the quad. "Smiling without a genuine emotional trigger creates an unnatural facial contortion," Feya said flatly, her eyes locked on the stone steps. "Observers will recognize the disingenuous nature of the expression." God, this woman. "They don't want genuine, Ghost," I said, slinging my arm over her shoulder and pulling her against my side. "They want to see that the Ice King hasn't lost his mind over a bad game, and that his genius girlfriend isn't dumping him."

I recognized him immediately. He looked at me with open appreciation that he made absolutely no effort to disguise. "You picked the wrong garage if you're hoping for conversation. The Ice King is not exactly known for his hospitality." That grin widened. "You're welcome to borrow mine anytime." "LJ," I said. "And I'm here to work." "Shame." He stepped slightly closer. "Offer stands, beautiful. Don't let the statue freeze you out completely." He was obvious and he knew it and somehow that made it funnier than it should have.

Harlan continued, taking another slow step forward, completely cornering me against the boards. His crew stared at me now, not with mockery, but with disgust. “You threw a tantrum on the ice, humiliated an official's kid, and your entire pack paid the price in blood. We know about the fire.” “Stop,” I whispered as rhe rink began spinning, the fire flashing behind my eyes. “You're not safe here,” Harlan hissed, his face inches from mine. “You think you can just show up and start trouble again? Build a new team? If I were you, I’d hide in that old apartment and pray the North doesn't decide to finish what you started.”