Icebound Novels & Stories

Ice cubes clinked against my teeth, numbing my tongue instantly. “Suck,” he growled. The command hit like a whip. My lips closed, and I had no choice but to let the cold burn its way into me. The shock tore a whimper from my throat. I tried to breathe through my nose, chest heaving, eyes wide on his. “Do you know,” he murmured, brushing his knuckles down my stomach, “that one cube of ice against the skin can stop a panic attack? Cold overrides fear. It makes your body remember survival.”

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.

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?”

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.

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."

The cooler's energy source wasn't electricity, but rather a special stone called the Frozen Snow Stone that came from the mountains of North Sigrotia Iuna. Frozen Snow Stone was white like snow but hard and solid like an ordinary rock. The most interesting thing was that this stone could emit cold air continuously until its energy ran out. This stone was used as an inner layer in the cooler, so this box could cool the food, so it didn't go rotten quickly. When its energy runs out, just call a blacksmith, and he would line the cooler with a new Frozen Snow Stone. "Mom, are you done? I'm so hungry," Cedric whined.

Stepping onto the fallen shelf, it starts to shake. "Oh no," JumpStart says, a stream of fire shooting through seconds later. Before the fire could hit him, SpeedBlade grabs JumpStart and runs away. As the two of them run to my side, we prepare for another fight as Fire-Ice Man bursts through the shelf. "You're," he starts, stumbling toward us. "You're going, you're going to regret that. No one, no one beats, no one beats Hot Ice." Raising both his hands at us, Hot Ice takes another step before falling flat onto the frozen floor.

Ice says. The idea of Sabine with anyone else pisses me off and Ice is standing there telling me he is going to claim what is mine. Over my dead body. I got up in his face knowing it could start a fight. “ Hear me good Ice. I’m not signing. I'm going to win my wife back. I will claim her and mark her as mine. Find someone else because you aren’t getting what is mine.” I said.

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

The day before the Qualifier, the rink was freezing, as always, but the tension in the air made it feel even colder. Elias glided across the ice, his blades carving sharp, precise arcs as he ran through his short program for the third time that morning. His breath formed clouds in the chill, but his body moved with fluid precision, each spin, each jump landing clean.