Icebreaker Novels & Stories

I got up, feeling the extra weight of my frustration making my movements slow and careful. "You're not fine. You're vibrating," John said, his eyes narrowing. He leaned against the squat rack, his expression shifting from annoyed to suspicious. "It’s about that janitor, isn't it? The kid from the locker room." The mention of him made something in me snap. It wasn't a clean break; it was a complete breakdown of the walls I had built for years to stay focused on the ice. "His name is Toby," I growled. John’s eyebrows shot up. "Toby? You even got his name? Alan, listen to me. That kid’s weird. He’s a ghost. He stays alone for a reason. Don’t get involved."

I dug behind a bent steel strut and ripped my tool backpack up. Projectile could break the ice, but they stopped the thermodynamic Inversion not. I needed short-circuit logic, just like in the deepest levels of Omega. I pulled out my last remaining thermit charge and clamped it to the end a long, carbonium-reinforced lever rod that I am out of the yard of the Wind bridges had taken along. “Kael!” I cried over the czech of frost shots. “I need a gap in the left guard! Unlock the internal circuit!”

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 message played on repeat, hitting any ship docked at Aeolus. "This is the Peacemaker. We have been hit by an EMP. Our mechanic is one of yours, Malachi Mads Lowell. We need help before our ship is stormed. Please, if the Lunar Ravagers can hear us, we need your help." I knew the alpha had a soft spot for Mads, his adopted son. I could only pray that they would get it. Daxton took one for the team, a distraction while I could get my weapon. Take the Pantomath off guard.

"We aren't the Primal Six because of the code, boys. We’re the Primal Six because we never let the goalie stand alone." The Frozen Sea Battle The drones began to fire Containment-Beams—ropes of solid light designed to paralyze the central nervous system. "To the ice!" Elara commanded. The pack scrambled toward the shoreline. The ocean wasn't water; it was a vast, jagged desert of translucent white. It was an Infinite Rink. As their boots hit the ice, something happened. A memory, older than the simulation, flickered in their collective subconscious. They knew this surface. They knew how to move on it.

Baraka screamed, diving away from the alcove just as the steel beam came crashing down. The impact was catastrophic. The I-beam shattered the stone where Baraka had been standing a fraction of a second prior, sending razor-sharp shards of volcanic glass exploding outward like shrapnel. A piece grazed Baraka’s cheek, drawing a fresh line of blood, but he ignored the sting. He rolled across the slick, bioluminescent moss, struggling to find his footing.

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.

Anything. Nothing.

But she’d belonged to them once, and that once was the price I’d promised to repay. Sergio stood up and fetched a small coil of wire from under his counter. “You’ll need to know where they hide the breakers,” he said. “There’s three — one here, one on the east dock, one under the guard house. I can take you to the main breaker, but you have to move fast. The patrols change at the half-hour. If the man with the whistle is on, you’re dead.” “How do we know you’re not setting us up?” Nevio asked. He was blunt because he liked the sound of the truth hitting his palm.

Elliott I tried hard to wake up last night and felt my body jerking. Then this bright, blinding light engulfs me. I start walking blindly when I hear a familiar voice. "Oh Elliott," the voice chokes before Miranda appears in front of me. "Miranda," I choke quietly, reaching to touch her face. "Yes Elliott, it's me, but it's not your time yet," she chokes with a smile and turns my head. A shimmering portal reveals Jessie watching me being revived. "Am I...?"