Icewing Base Novels & Stories

I had submitted that market model two weeks ago from a public computer in the library basement at 2 AM, using a throwaway server script so it couldn't be traced back to my IP address. I just wanted to test my formulas against the university's criteria. I never thought they would actually review it—let alone award it grand prize. If they start tracking the entry... if they look too closely... Images flashed through my mind in rapid fire: My father's cold, disdainful eyes. Calvin's hand slamming into my shoulder. Reporters. Headlines. 'Pike Heir Found Cleaning Floors at University.' My knees felt weak. I leaned hard on my cleaning cart, gripping the rubber handle so tightly that my knuckles tu

The atmosphere inside the Capital Ice Dome was a suffocating blend of ozone, sweat, and the primal scent of several hundred shifted wolves. Isaac Corres stood at the glass, his fingers curling into the railing as he watched the blur of black and gold jerseys clash against the blue and yellow of the Bobcats. "He's going to kill him," Camila Ortiz murmured from his side, her eyes tracking Santiago Vega as he leveled a shoulder check into Derek Coleman that sent the blonde Alpha skidding across the ice. "Or he's going to win the whole damn war."

But it was too late. Victor pressed the button. Nothing exploded. Instead— A deep mechanical hum filled the rink. Low. Vibrating. Unnatural. The ice shifted. The water beneath surged again, stronger this time, pulling the fractured sections inward, dragging them toward the center where the container floated. The entire surface began to tilt in a controlled, deliberate manner. “Drain system,” Bennett snapped. “He’s activating the drainage system!” Water began to disappear fast and was pulled downward through channels beneath the ice.

He had his black hood on to cover his face and red eyes, as the people might get suspicious. After waiting for almost half an hour, the High King finally finished, now walking towards the man holding the white pillow where the blue crown had rested. The Ice Crown of Glacia was made of Everfrost Stone, the most valuable mineral in the north, even more valuable than any diamond, as it had been formed for thousands of years in the glaciers, and it would never melt. The High King gently held the crown with both hands, then walked towards the back of Arth’s seat.

Then Aiden smirked, suddenly stepped back and said with a mocking tone “See you at initiation, Little Wolf.” Hearing it, the entire rink went silent and heat rushed into my face. I wanted to kill him. Aiden only laughed softly before walking away with his gang following behind him. He was arrogant and completely insane. And somehow, I couldn’t stop thinking about him. ……………………………. That night I returned home late. The Black family mansion stood cold and massive under moonlight. It had no warmth or comfort, just expectations. I entered quietly only to hear voices from my father's office.

"Probably." "But not right now." "No. Not right now." Julian opened his eyes and smiled. It was a small smile, but real. "Okay," Julian said. "Then what now?" Sebastian looked at the window. Snow was falling, thick and fast. The mountains outside were barely visible through the white. "I think we are stuck here," Sebastian said. Julian followed his gaze. "A blizzard?" "Looks like it." Julian got out of bed and limped to the window. He pressed his hand against the cold glass. The snow was already piled high against the sill.

She leaned slightly against the desk beside her, her expression turning serious. "Antelope Base isn't like every regular base out there that is still struggling to survive. They have enough resources and manpower to acquire crystal cores themselves. And besides, I'm doing this to prevent Antelope from trying to profit from other bases once he decides to sell my evolution liquid to them at a higher price." Ivy's eyes narrowed slightly. "So, yes. Only Antelope Base gets to pay a premium if they want my evolution liquid." Erick remained silent for a moment, processing her words before finally nodding his head in understanding.

She smelt of rain. Misha always smelt of flowers. She... She smelt of rain. Suddenly, Axel wished it was raining. * The two figures came closer, Fire and Ice, with the moon shining at both of them, glad that they would meet under Her watchful gaze, smiling when the two clashed finally and would prove once and for all, the power of love itself. Let the magic begin.

Adrian asked, his hands pausing on his laces. "Let me see your left foot." Ethan gently gripped the toe of Adrian's boot, tilting it toward the harsh fluorescent light. He pointed to the structural seam. "Look at this. The locking mechanism is completely loose. If you take a hard turn on the ice, this blade is going to snap right out of the holder." Adrian’s eyes narrowed. He reached down and gave the steel runner a firm tug. With a sickening click, the blade wobbled loosely in his hand. If he had stepped onto the ice, his ankle would have snapped the moment he crossed the blue line.

But perfection never lasts in professional hockey. The new rival arrived during training camp for the next season. Elias Voss, a 26 years old Finnish superstar winger, acquired in a blockbuster trade. Tall, blond, dangerously charismatic, with sharp cheekbones and an easy smile that made half the team swoon. He was fast, skilled, and had that quiet intensity that reminded Soren of a younger JR. From day one, Elias gravitated toward Soren. “You’re the reason I wanted to come to Seattle,” Elias said during their first practice, skating beside him with effortless grace. “Playing with both you and Draven? My dream came true.”