Icebound Novels & Stories

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.

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 .

Grant Gonas is the man the underworld fears and the business world admires. As the CEO of GONAS, a multibillion-dollar empire built over generations, he is known for his intelligence, discipline, and ruthless decisions. But beneath the image of a respected businessman lies a terrifying secret—Grant is the head of one of the most powerful mafia families in America. Feared as The Frozen Beast, he has no room for emotions, no patience for love, and no intention of letting anyone close enough to become his weakness. A high-stakes business meeting takes Grant from Los Angeles to San Diego, where he chooses to travel without the luxury and security that usually surround him. One rainy afternoon,

Denver, Colorado Ice Johansson jolted awake, a scream locked in his throat. He sucked a shaky breath into his broad chest, then another, felt his heartbeat go slow and steady. From almost three decades of hard-won experience, he knew that that implacable and menacing something was going to come to his rescue: it always showed up when Ice needed to regain control of a situation. Or of himself.

Episode 62 – The Ice Bath Dare The crisp autumn air smelled of bonfire smoke and expensive perfume. Around the roaring fire pit in Sebastian Kane’s sprawling backyard, a circle of old friends laughed, the clink of whiskey glasses punctuating their stories. Matilda, wrapped in a cashmere shawl, watched the flames dance. She felt content, a little tipsy, and pleasantly invisible in the lively group. It was Leo, Sebastian’s younger brother, who shattered the calm. “I’m telling you, an ice bath is the ultimate rush,” he declared, his voice carrying over the chatter. “Clears the head, shocks the system. It’s addictive.”

“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?”

I try, but my feet are frozen in place. Did she do that? I say to myself as I try to break out of the ice. No, that’s impossible. Or is it? Rhea can manipulate fire. Ora Water. Why can’t Ellie control ice? I had better be careful, or I will be the next Iceman.

Emery Quinn The bass reverberated through the floor, up my calves, and into the cage of my ribs. Each pulse traveled through my bones like a second heartbeat, synchronizing with the rhythm that commanded every body in this dimly lit sanctuary of escape. The sound wasn't just music—it was a physical force, a tangible thing that wrapped around me and pulled me deeper into the anonymity I craved.