Icebound Novels & Stories

The rink smelled of cold ice and sweat, the familiar tang of rubber and polished wood filling the air. Sheila’s footsteps echoed softly as she entered the arena, her boots clicking against the hard floors. She paused for a moment at the entrance, taking a steadying breath, forcing herself to push down the anxiety that had been coiling in her chest all morning. She had promised herself she wouldn’t let the past or Elena’s interference control her. She had promised herself she would show up, regardless of the storm she knew was waiting.

"Celine, I need your hands. Now!" I didn't have time for a slow detox. The infection was moving through their lymphatic systems, heading straight for the "seeds" of their power. I reached into the bottom of my kit and pulled out three obsidian needles, tipped with Glacier-Silver—a substance so volatile it could freeze blood solid if used incorrectly.

She squatted in front of the water and di-p her hand in it,,the water was so cold. She suddenly smiled when an idea stucked into her head,,she controlled the water with her mind and it turned to ice immediately,she grinned wi-dely but the smile was short lived when suddenly the ice broke and melted, ‘What’s going on?’ She thought and t©uçhed the water,it was almost boiling,,so h0t. She looked up and turned to Kingston but he didn’t move,,she turned back to the water and tried freezing it again but each time it happens,the water melt right away. She stood up feeling frustrated and walked to Kingston angrily

MYLES The neon sign buzzed overhead, *Elysium* bleeding crimson into the night. A club. Of course, it was a fucking club. Bouncers flanked the entrance, all bulk and cold eyes. One glanced at my hoodie, my bag, and smirked. “Lost, kid?” “Gabriel,” I said, voice flat. “I need to see him.” The smirk faded. The other bouncer stepped forward, his hand drifting toward his waistband. “Who’s asking?”

you know the fact that people love you on that stupid ice doesn't mean you can do whatever you want, who the fuck do you think you are huh" I don't say a word " I'm going to kill you today, since you want to join that little rat so bad" he picks me up and throws me to the other side of the room, my back shatters when it hits the walls, then he runs over and kicks me on the ribs, hard, over and over and over again, wincing and praying silently in pain, I slowly feel numb, like I'm going to die, blood on my mouth it feels like I'm slowly suffocating, after a few more stumps he turns to leave with my last breath I hold his leg tight, I have been recording the whole thing live on the CN page, ev

The frozen arena was a coliseum of ice and innovation, a sprawling stage for a massive exhibition of technological mastery. Charles Whitaker had secured a pair of front-row tickets and invited me along; I had accepted without a second thought. I hadn’t ventured much into the world of mechanical advancement before, but the prospect of the "Ice-Brain" robotics display intrigued my inner wolf. The event kicked off at 2 p.m.

Forty degrees below zero in the Icebound Forest. The wind howled, hurling shards of ice that sliced at her cheeks like razor blades. Eira lay crumpled in a snow pit. Her left chest was hollow—where her wolf core should have rested, nothing remained but a ragged, bleeding crater. The blood oozing from the wound had frozen into dark red icicles before it could even seep into the snow. Pain.

Instead, she raised her left hand, her small, cool fingers wrapping firmly over his massive knuckles, tracing the rough, scarred contours of his glove with an absolute, unyielding calmness that instantly grounded his rising feral energy. ​"The deep-water port relies entirely on the sub-core foundry's automated cooling surfactants to keep the sea ice from crushing the docks," Vivian whispered, a cold, victorious smile finally touching her pale features. "They believe they are holding a asset. They are actually holding a block of ice."