Icebound Novels & Stories

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.

It felt like standing at the edge of a frozen lake. Beautiful and Terrifying. One wrong step, and everything could shatter. “Don’t hope too much, Toby,” I whispered into the darkness. My heart ignored me. It already has.

Lord Kaisen knew that the man must be sneering behind his hood . They sat down on the boat and Lord Kaisen felt a chilling sensation surrounding his body , eternal ice . He thought , finally realizing what the boat was made up off . Eternal ice was made from the life force of an ice mage and hence , it never melted or break . No wonder it could float around the bubbling magma so easily . Lord Kaisen felt a cold sensation gripping him around the waist and below , till where the boat rose but hi back felt extremely numb . It was neither burning or hurting , which meant that the temperature was so high that it was numbing his senses beyond his limits .

“Rubbish.” She tries to close the door, and that is when a voice stops her. “A disciplinary action?” I turn back to see Rylan walking toward us. His eyes blaze like fire, threatening to consume everything in its path. His fists clench so tightly his veins almost pop out. His fangs protrude, gritted. Raw, untamed, and dangerous power rolls out of him as he takes in the sight of the scene unfolding before him. I look back at Jasmine, and her hand trembles visibly, her head lowering like she is not the one who was calling him a cursed Ice Prince seconds ago.

“You don’t tremble like the others.” “Should I?” she whispered. “No.” His answer came too quickly. Too firm. He looked away, like he had revealed something he didn’t intend to. Then he handed her a small velvet box. Elara blinked. “What’s this?” “Open it.” Inside was a thin silver bracelet with a tiny flame symbol carved into it. “It’s a tracking cuff,” he said. “But it will never hurt you unless you break the rules.” Elara hesitated. “Does every slave get one?”

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.

Alexander raced home, his mind racing as he scrolled through the urgent messages on his phone. "Sir, we've pinned down the target in the treacherous Southern Ice Fields." "Their exact hideout is a mystery. They're slick, spreading out the stolen bots to cover their tracks." The Southern Ice Fields were a nightmare of a place—bitter cold, a maze of danger, with too many players and no one calling the shots. It used to be desolate, thanks to the bone-chilling temps. However, with tech advancements, especially gear to beat the freeze, all sorts of groups had set their sights on the Southern Ice Fields.