Icebound Novels & Stories

“Great Icebound Spell! “Old bast*rd! Just freeze!” The Great Icebound Spell was the strongest ice attribute move in the Ten-Point Forbidden Spell. Alex deliberately wanted him to die inside, so naturally, he would not hold back. Julian found layers of thick, icy blue ice had condensed around himself in the blink of an eye. Surprisingly frigid, he unexpectedly shuddered all over when he touched the ice wall, even at his cultivation. It was so cold his limbs couldn’t help but twitch lightly.

“Are you going to show me to my room or are we going to stand in this kitchen area all day? Only, I’m tired and I want a shower. I see you have a deck and garden, is it secure?” “Of course, it’s secure. It has to be. I don’t want any weirdos getting into my yard. You’d be surprised what kind of nut jobs are out there.” “Probably quite a few who’d like to punch you in the face for the way you are carrying on, on the ice right now.” Oo, another stinger. I wonder if she fucks dirty like she has a dirty mouth on her. “You are punching below the belt. Those fights have been fair and square. I’m not having my teammates goaded and pushed around on the ice for no reason. All’s fair on the ice, Lane.

"Not until you understand that the man who rejected you seven years ago doesn't exist anymore. And not until you give me the chance to prove it." As Raven turned to walk away, her phone buzzed with a message from an unknown number. A video file, timestamp showing it was taken that morning. When she opened it with trembling hands, she watched footage of herself in her apartment—sleeping, unaware, completely vulnerable. Multiple camera angles. Professional equipment. The video's final frame showed a message in white text: "Come to the Cascade Mountains. Come alone. Or I'll burn every connection you've ever made. —D"

"Boss, I've got a bad news. The Emperor will send a representative to make a deal with us." A man servant who used thick clothes with brown animal fur, said to his leader. Desmond Krueger, a big muscle man who grind his axe down, smiling to his servant. Icicle's highest temperature was zero degree. The sun rarely show and it still a mystery why the White Wolf bandit's leader has brown tanned skin. "Hmm, it's good news. I need to test my axe."

The bullets sparked off the creature’s scales like pebbles hitting a steel wall. The second Gravekeeper moved with terrifying speed for its size. It bypassed Marcus and lunged straight for the center of the formation—straight for Catherine. "Cat!" Jack shouted. Catherine reacted instantly. She slammed her palms onto the ground. "Absolute Zero: Ice Barrier!" A wall of jagged ice spikes erupted from the floor. But the Gravekeeper smashed through the ice as if it were spun sugar. Its massive claw, webbed and tipped with obsidian talons, swept towards her throat.

"Do not run. Do not fight my soldiers. You belong to The Order of the Shield now." [Beneath the Ice] Thousands of miles away, beneath fifty million tons of crushed rock and absolute zero ice. It was a darkness so profound it felt like the void of space. Buried in a tiny, claustrophobic pocket of shattered stone, Sebastian lay completely motionless. His thermal-reactive armor was emitting a faint, dying blue pulse, struggling to keep his core temperature above freezing. His right leg was pinned beneath a massive boulder. He was bleeding, freezing, and cut off from the world.

She was finally at the place of no return. "What's your name?" "Jane." "I am Lord Irene. I am in charge of the workers in the Vampire Palace. This is where the whole procedure takes place and lectures. No one is allowed out without any specific functions. Go into that room and change into this. I give you five more minutes." She instructed coldly and Jane did as she was told. When she got into that room, she was already crying. She missed her brother so much and the wonderful world she was in. How long was she gone? Would anybody even notice her disappearance? She was doomed now because if she had known, she ought to have listened but she didn't.

Gold star for the golden boy. "Caspian." My teeth find the inside of my cheek. I taste copper. I don't answer. I don't stop. I don't look back. I hit the exit doors and push through into the cold, letting the night swallow me whole

The ice looked blindingly bright, reflecting the giant scoreboard above that seemed to be counting down the final minutes of my freedom. A sharp, echoing tap on the glass broke me out of my downward spiral. I looked up, my heart dropping into my stomach. Caleb was skating slow, deliberate laps during the warmups, his Harrison captain's jersey immaculate, his golden-boy features hardened into an expression of absolute certainty. He stopped directly in front of my seat, spraying a light dusting of shaved ice against the barrier with a sharp turn of his skates.

"Cryomancers can control ice, including any liquid substance that can be frozen. They can also manipulate the mind, inducing hallucinations of objects, people, places, or entire scenarios. For short-term manipulation, a Cryomancer can use their magic alone. However, for prolonged influence, they often gift the target an item made of ice, which won't melt and serves as an anchor for their powers." Roxy's eyes flicked up to mine, seeking confirmation to proceed, and I nodded silently, encouraging her to continue reading. As she returned her attention to the book, I discreetly retrieved the ice infinity symbol from my pocket, my fingers wrapping around it with a familiar sense of unease. The sy