Puck Kills Subaru Novels & Stories

The beam PIERCES three shadow creatures, VAPORIZING them mid-motion. [SHINJUKU] (eyes gleaming) Yes… burn it away. Shinjuku VANISHES. BLINK— He reappears behind Arkcadis, fist already cocked, wrapped in compressed darkness. IMPACT. Shinjuku's punch SLAMS into Arkcadis's side. Ice EXPLODES outward like shrapnel. Arkcadis is hurled through two frozen arches— CRASH. [DAQUAN] ARKCADIS!

He didn't feel it. Ren: Mechanics? Jinx: I deciphered the pattern. It's not just the names. It's the method of execution. Jinx: In the game, we killed the Kraken by shooting the Thermal Vent until it Overloaded. Jinx: In real life, the Submarine died because its Reactor Core Overloaded. Ren felt a chill that froze his blood. She was right. The game mechanic was a direct metaphor for the sabotage. They weren't just killing targets; they were executing specific technical failures.

I booked a cab here, hoping to get a room, only to discover that the entire building was fully booked for a witches’ convention. Tears pricked the corners of my eyes as my frustration mounted into an unbearable intensity. I couldn’t cry. Not now. A tear slipped down my cheek, and I whipped it away furiously. The last twenty-four hours of my life had been short of a nightmare. I went from finding my best friend and my boyfriend together to finding out that I was the mate of a werewolf hockey player, who I had to reject this morning after using him on more than one occasion to feel better about myself.

“What do mean Riley?” “They’re dead—Mara and Jax, they’re both dead and it’s my fault.” He grabbed my shoulders. “What are you talking about?” “I messed with the brakes because of her and I followed them just to make sure nothing got out. But…but the car went off the road…and I think I killed them.” Logan’s face changed and his eyes sort of darkened. But he didn’t yell at me or even ask any more queations. He walked towards the entrance and took his keys off the hook.

To get back at them now that I had the chance to. Jace smirked when he spotted me, but his knuckles whitened around his soda drink that he so casually drank like there wasn't a fight going on in the club. His Adam apple bobbed while he stared at me in the middle of the chaos. And his eyes—they felt like he was subconsciously fighting something he didn’t want me to see. What could that be?

He lets the pressure come to him, draws it in just enough to break it open. The pass cuts clean across the ice, threading through a gap that shouldn’t exist, precise enough that it only works when you know exactly where it’s going before anyone else does. Jay is already there. Of course he is. Who’s surprised? The puck lands on his stick like it belongs there and with a quick shift of his weight before the shot releases, the puck snaps past the goalie before he can even set his feet. The entire arena detonates like a bomb just went off. The sound hits all at once, rising in a wave that rolls through the building as the red light flashes behind the net.

As I gear up, I can already hear Tatum bitching about Levi slacking on the ice, Ronan being aggressive and Rook being a cheeky piece of shit with the passes. “How is she?” Tatum asks me the minute I get on the ice. Skating into the rink—one that we built from scratch using dear ole dad’s money—I move towards Rook who’s playing with the puck the way he does with everything. “Mad”, I spit dryly, “The little witch is mad because we beat up her boyfriend.” “Ex. Ford’s out of the picture”, Ronan grunts. Stealing the puck from Rook, the chill air biting my lips like hell, I can’t help but smirk.

Our reinforced bumper tore through their front end, disabling the engine in a cloud of steam. Before the second car could correct its course, Marcus had thrown our car back into drive, executing a perfect J-turn and accelerating down a narrow service path we weren't supposed to be on. We left our pursuers behind, one crippled and smoking, the other lost in the labyrinthine darkness of the park. We were ghosts once more.

The pain I braced for never came. A gust of wind swept past, and Nathan's tall frame blocked me. He caught the blazing-fast puck in his hand with a low grunt. I opened my eyes and saw a spot of red seeping from the edge of his glove. "Are you okay?" I shot to my feet, my voice shaking. Nathan tossed the puck back onto the ice and turned to glare at me. "Are you stupid? You don't know how to duck? If I hadn't caught that, you'd be in the hospital with a concussion right now!"

“Well, someone's all flared up. I can almost see how the hair on your neck stands out. Makes me start to think your wolf really is weaker. You're definitely not a beta.” “That is none of your business.” “The required rank to join hockey teams in this pack stops at Beta. You're not one. That's really shady. Really really shady.” And then, I heard the sound of the blade scratching the ice and the puck running out of my hold. I let out a grunt before turning around. My eyes stayed pinned on his backview. That bastard. I started skating hurriedly. I had to get back the puck and win. A lot was at risk.