On Thin Ice Novels & Stories

The thin sheet of ice that was his lips bent a single micron. "He fears the cold. Below freezing, his connection to others' pheromones is briefly severed. Cut his communications on the battlefield, and he is left with nothing but himself." "So the old bones fear the cold." Rex dumped the eggs back into the pan. The motion was rough. Egg splattered out. The stove flame kissed it into scorched stars. He grinned. "Then freeze him to death." Silas ignored the grin. His ash pheromones condensed at his fingertips. An almost invisible layer of frost. Barely perceptible in the morning light.

Thirty seconds left. Zane controlled the puck behind his own net. He looked up and saw Jaxon flying across center ice, his stick low, eyes locked on him like a predator. Zane pushed off hard. The whole arena seemed to hold its breath. He tried to shield the puck, but Jaxon was too quick. One clean poke check and the puck was gone. Jaxon took off and raced towards the Thunder Wolves’ goal. Zane chased with everything he had, his legs screaming, but Jaxon was already winding up.

The lunar pull of this season has changed us. The pack has never exerted itself with such ferocity. I can feel the heat radiating off my teammates, a burning contrast to the sub-zero temperature of the ice. My own muscles are screaming, taxed to the absolute limit of lupine endurance, but my consciousness is crystalline. I am centered. Every sense is tuned to the singular frequency of the win.

There are two sides to every story, but everyone only listens to the heroines. Maybe that’s why I hated fairy tales growing up. My name is Ava Prescott. I’m the girl everyone loves to hate but secretly wants to be. I was from one of the richest families in Rivers City, captain of the cheer team, spoiled, popular, influential, worshipped, and dating the captain of our school hockey team, well, until the so-called heroine snatched my man and made me the butt of everyone’s joke. Well, it's not too late for me. I am Ava Prescott. I never lose. Maybe that’s why when Zane, captain of our sworn rival hockey team, dangled a juicy bait in front of me, I was quick to bite. How better to get back at my

I exhale sharply through my nose and walk towards him. He jerks his chin towards the ice. “You wanna tell me what’s going on?” “Nothing.” He gives me a look. “Right, that’s why you’re playing like shit.” I huff out a short laugh. He doesn’t push, just watches me for a second. “You know what I always say.” I roll my eyes. “What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas?” Whit smirks. “Close. But I was talking about here—whatever’s in your head stays off the ice. While you play the game, nothing else matters.”

I say. " no problem, now eat! You are gonna need your strength! " he says excitedly. I begin eating and I wolf it all down within seconds. " for what exactly?" I say blankly. " to escape! " he says. " and damn girl talk about hunger!" All of a sudden I feel a sharp pain in my chest and it takes a minute to realise that it's from snow. " April, are we going to leave mate behind?" She asks sadly. " yes snow! He rejected us remember? He also got our parents killed! " I say matter of factly.

“He’s not the one I fear. It’s the Thirteenth. If he can twist the world’s Voices like whispers in the dark... what happens when he finds one who wants to listen?” The question lingered long after sleep returned. --- The mountains of the north rose like jagged knives from the earth. Snow fell in thin, relentless veils, coating their cloaks and boots, stinging their cheeks. The path narrowed into crags and switchbacks, the wind howling like wolves denied a hunt. By the seventh day, Thalen led them to the edge of a vast ice shelf that stretched out like a broken sea, glittering beneath a thin veil of clouds. “This is the Icehold,” he said.

“It’s close. Closer than it should be.” “How do you know?” he asked softly. “Because it’s calling,” she said. “And it knows we’re coming.” Hours passed. The path widened briefly before dipping into a gorge and a valley carved by ancient rivers and long since frozen solid. Jagged spears of ice jutted from the ground like broken glass. The snow here was stained gray, as if the world itself had been burned and refrozen. They descended carefully, boots slipping on the frost-slick stone. Aria’s fingers brushed the wall beside her for balance and and jerked back as she felt the faintest pulse beneath the ice.