Ice Planet Barbarians Novels & Stories

As I stared at the untouchable Ice King willingly breaking himself into pieces just to lay the world at my feet, a terrifying truth finally settled in my heart. This was never just a fake deal. And God help me, I was completely falling for him.

"And then we move." "On what timeline," Vincent said. Dante looked at the map. "Seventy-two hours." Deluca looked at him. "That's aggressive." "It's necessary." He moved to the window. The city was grey and flat in the November light, Lake Michigan sitting on its horizon with the enormous patience of something that had been there long before any of them and would be there long after. "Voss is patient. He will wait for the moment that costs us the most. We don't give him the moment."

I was worried about the pups getting lost in the throng. "Beyond the main slopes," Wesley pointed toward the towering spires in the distance. A passing traveler overheard us. "You’re heading for the Ice Fortress? It’s locked down today. Some high-ranking Alpha bought the whole mountain for the afternoon." "The entire Fortress is off-limits?" Wesley looked stunned. "Yeah! Curse the elites! Why do they get the best frost during the Solstice? The rest of us are packed in here like sardines because of one wolf’s ego," the traveler growled.

Dracula fired back, and there was silence. "Please everyone, I am still the Alpha's daughter. No matter what happens, And with my new powers and the Lycan kingdom becoming one of our families, we will be a great fortress that no one or group can defeat. The demons, vampires, humans, and dragons all won't be able to harm us at all. We won't live in fear anymore, and...

"I can feel the steam screaming to get out!" "Then give it a door!" Elara commanded. Zane stepped forward, drawing back a fist that held the weight of a million simulated lives. He didn't punch with the grace of a hockey player; he struck with the desperation of a man who refused to let his people freeze. The Breach The cliff didn't just crack; it exhaled. A plume of scalding, sulfuric steam erupted from the fissure, turning the white-out into a localized fog of heat. The roar was deafening—the sound of the planet finally speaking back to the "Glitched."

Hearing Al follow behind me didn’t help. Unlike Myles’ team, my team was made up of two people who barely managed to stand each other. Every second that passed was one less second of me wanting to laugh in George’s face—especially when he kicked against every project Atlas brought up but never offered any ideas of his own. And every time he refused, he looked at me with a smug curl of his lips. We eventually settled on an aquarium—animated, grim, yet colorful, like a horror movie showing the ocean's food chain. Something for Mila, whose favorite pastime was watching fish.

Her mask, which had been precariously perched on her face, slipped off and fell to the floor. A seasoned journalist named Alex, had been covering the Manchester family's social circle for years. He had seen countless photos of Liliana Anderson, the elusive "Ice Queen," but never thought he'd cross paths with her in person. Yet, as he scanned the room, his eyes landed on a familiar face - or rather, a familiar profile. The sharp jawline, the piercing eyes, and the distinctive nose were all unmistakable.

"There is a difference. You should try it sometime. I understand it might be a novelty for your kind." His hand shot out and shoved my shoulder, hard enough to rock me back a step. Pain flared through my healing ribs, but I forced my face to stay flat, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing it. "Say that again," he snarled. "I said," I repeated slowly, leaning into every word, "that honesty seems to be a foreign concept among barbarians. Though I suppose I should not expect much from men who fight like animals and think it makes them strong."

To catch me. He turned in a lunge and cleared the nonis pouring through the doorway. Jumping like a gazelle. I immediately rolled to peer over his shoulder back toward the hut. Fearing that the monstrous things were swelling over Mardichi and he’d be unable to escape them. I knew a heartbreaking moment of fear at the idea that he’d be killed right there on that hut floor. But not this barbarian. He was rising from the floor. A huge, looming shadow covered in clawing, biting rodents. He roared and shook them loose. Catching one by the tail and ripping it loose from his arm as if tearing away a tick.

Smoke twisted on the horizon, the byproduct of ancient, ever-burning volcanic veins that laced the territory. Aria stood at the edge of the great Flame Basin, her cloak stripped back to the bare essentials. She had traded furs for leathers suited to the inferno. At her side, Kael wiped the sweat from his brow. His usually calm expression was frayed at the edges, the heat testing his limits. Behind them rode a force like none the Emberlands had seen in generations — the Iceborn. Mounted on frost-riven beasts, clad in armor enchanted to resist heat, the warriors of the north pressed south with single-minded purpose. Their presence created a stark contrast against the terrain like winter forcin