Icebound Novels & Stories

I heard Tito Robert say. I went out of the room, I was just wearing a shirt and pajama. When I got downstairs, they were the only ones waiting for me, so I quickly sat down in my chair. I was surprised when they stared at my arm. "Sister Eunice why does your wound heal--- hmm..." "Just eat your food Maddie and stop talking nonsense." "Yes, mommy." "Ahm, Tito Robert what medicine did you use? My wound healed so fast." "Herbal medicine only." He only said.

The clubs continued with each bringing something unique to the stage, from the Hoverboard Club, Video Game Club, to the Environmental Club, whose representative spoke with animals. The variety surprised me as there were more clubs than I had initially anticipated. Then, the moment I had been waiting for finally arrived, the Ice Hockey Club. The room turned quiet as they entered. I watched with my mouth slightly agape, a roughly six feet plus male student made his way to the podium. I didn't see him in the booth a while ago, I was sure I wouldn't miss a person with such a big body and powerful aura. His six teammates stood behind him, all with serious expressions.

The raw vulnerability in his voice cracked Soren wide open. This was JR Draven, the fierce, unyielding man who had once hated him, battled him publicly, then claimed him so completely the entire NHL still called them Ice Husbands with awe. Hearing uncertainty from him hurt worse than any check into the boards. Soren kissed him. JR responded with that signature intensity, hands sliding under Soren’s shirt, gripping his waist as if anchoring him in place.

"You're lonely." Leon looked away. "I'm fine Sab." "No, you're not. It's in your eyes." There was no teasing in Sabastian's voice this time. "I don't like seeing you like this." Leon remained silent. "I want you to smile, especially after playing so marvelously on the rink today." Sabastian continued. "Trust me, one hour is all I'm asking for. We'll celebrate the victory, have some fun, and if you're still not feeling it, I'll personally drive you home."

Samuel knew that would be his last sentence. X reached over his back to unsheathe a translucent blade. The color of the blade could only be described as an icicle that had seen dawn’s first light. The uniqueness did not came from its translucency but the material that it was forged from. The Transcending Ice Crystal. It was stronger than any metal alloy that ever existed but harder than a diamond. The Transending Ice Crystal could only be manipulated once, after the process was completed it would never change the shape it took.

I strolled on this ice field like I was in my home. However, Efrain dislikes the extreme cold very much and naturally despises this place openly. He hurriedly entered my purple space. I couldn’t blame him. After all, this kind of cold was bone-chilling to the extreme, and only creatures with ice attributes and unique physiques could survive this extreme cold.

Stolen. The ice cave is a jagged scar in the glacier’s flank, its entrance half-buried under drifts. I dig with bare hands, the cold searing my fingertips raw. Inside, the walls glisten like the throat of some primordial creature, veins of cobalt and iron ore threading through the ice. Lira huddles in the deepest recess, her body swallowed by a nest of mangy pelts. Fox, maybe. Wolf. Discards. “Viktor?” Her voice is a moth’s wing, brittle and fraying.

The iron hatch groaned as Killian forced it open, revealing the inner sanctum of the Frostbite Citadel. Unlike the steaming vents below, this hall was a cathedral of absolute zero. The walls were made of compressed glacial ice, so clear that you could see the frozen corpses of Ragnar’s enemies trapped within the layers like prehistoric insects.

• She reached for my hand, and I let her take it, understanding that this particular vulnerability — admitted fully, without the careful editing I’d practiced for over a decade — felt different from anything I’d allowed myself before. “Perfection protected you once,” she said. “I need you to actually hear that, because I think it’s important. The version of yourself you built after that championship, the Ice Wall, it wasn’t irrational. It was a survival strategy that made sense for a nineteen-year-old with no other tools available to him. But it can’t be allowed to keep running your entire life, Sky. What protected you at nineteen is actively costing you at twenty-eight.” “What did it cost m

It spiraled upward, rimmed with frost, sucking all the warmth from the air. I could feel the chill hit instantly, stabbing into my soaked clothes, freezing the blood in my veins. “Oh, great,” Pelin muttered, hugging herself. “Now we get to freeze to death aswell.” Then from the top of the iceberg, Aquarius, the Water Bearer, made his appearance. My pulse quickened as I watched him descend. The wind howled, but it didn’t bother him. He moved with the grace of a predator, barefoot and undisturbed by the icy ground beneath him, his steps as fluid as the waters he controlled.