Icebreaker Chapter 13 Novels & Stories

Machinery hummed. She felt the pull again. Blood to blood. Legacy to nightmare. Grey stepped beside her. “You sure you want to go in there?” Mira’s answer was quiet. “I have to. If I’m going to break the Circle’s grip, I need to see where it started.” She took Echo’s hand and stepped through the door. The cold swallowed them instantly. Metal. Stone. Memory. Vault Three had been asleep. Now it was waking up. End of Chapter Nineteen

"There are no guards here, Ezra! No throne! Just you and me and the girl you’re about to watch die!" "You're wrong," I countered, stepping forward—one slow, predatory inch at a time. I let the rain drench me, let the cold settle into my bones until I was as numb and lethal as the ocean itself. "I am exactly what I’ve always been. The man who breaks things. And you, Ivan... you’re already broken. You’re just too high on your own fear to feel the pieces falling off." "Shut up!" "Remember the club, Ivan? Remember how it felt when I shattered your ribs? That was a warning. This... this is the end of the Sokolov line."

Chapter 53 is BETRAYAL and it's going to shatter your heart! END OF CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO

"You are basically telling the entire division that I burnt down my own arena just to catch you in the crossfire, Ada." "I know the rumors, Chloe Bennett. Charles Whitaker already told the council it was your line that laid the fire trap, but you didn't know my team was doing midnight drills on that sheet. You wanted to drop the ceiling on Charles, not me." "If the ice had cracked open completely, I would have pushed both of you into the black water myself. Don't look at me with those soft eyes, Chloe. Do you honestly believe I still have a mate's bond left for you after what your father did to the southern borders?"

The Stormbreakers burying their past—and their incredible weight—inside me seems to be the only thing capable of bringing peace to the pack. As Logan and Brandon grin at one another, I have a feeling that this form of peace is going to be far more addictive than the conflict ever was. Without warning, they hoist me off the floor. The sensation is so jarring that I kick out in a momentary flash of panic as the ground vanishes. But there is no retreating now. And as they hold me suspended at their level, I realize I wouldn't go back even if I could. I’ve been claimed by Rafael. By Mateo. By Viktor and Adrian. Now that I am at the mercy of Logan and Brandon, my body is vibrating with the knowle

⸻ ”…before the Fourth Kiss. End of Chapter 13

It looked like it was practically built for students to sneak out. I was just about to jump down to the other side when his voice called out once more. "Hey, rule breaker!" I glanced back over my shoulder. "What?" "Who are you?" I let a slow smirk spread across my face before giving him my answer. "Andriette."

The only thing on Summers Hartley’s mind was revenge. Being a half-breed, she was born extremely weak and completely incapable of protecting herself or anyone, and that cost her. Her family was slaughtered, and her pack was reduced to ashes. As the Alpha heir to Silverguard pack, she swore to destroy the monsters responsible: the Bloodmoon pack. When the perfect chance for revenge arrives, she hides behind a new identity as the dying Alpha’s personal healer and enters the Bloodmoon pack. Every day she heals the pack, she has promised to destroy. Sworn to pay back the same hand, her mission is simple: poison the Alpha who murdered her people and, together with her uncle, destroy eve

The place looked abandoned—rusted metal doors, shattered windows, the faint smell of salt and decay lingering in the air. But I knew better. Someone was inside. And I needed to get to them before Damien’s men did. I slipped through the entrance, moving carefully. The air was thick with dust, and the only sound was the distant lapping of waves against the shore. Then— A noise. A shuffle. I spun around just as a figure stepped out of the shadows. A gun was pointed directly at my head. “Don’t move,” a deep voice warned. I froze, my heartbeat slamming against my ribs.