Red Ice Detroit: Become Human Novels & Stories

“Damn it.” “You’ll get it love,” says Derek. He’s changed his clothes and has another jug of water. “Try again.” Davina nods at Derek and begins trying again. Her eyes change color and she forms the water into a ball. Slowly I see her eyes change to an ice blue and the water start to ice over. All of a sudden we hear a twig snap and someone is walking out of the trees. “Alpha,” calls out a young man running towards us. The moment he does I can see Davina losing concentration. The ice ball transforms into ice spears.

In the "Symmetry," work had been a form of subconscious dance—a synchronized, neural-guided movement where the Sombra-Net provided the strength and the global heartbeat provided the direction. But in the Severed Colonies, work had returned to its ancient, grueling definition: Labor. For the first time in two generations, humans in the ruins of Detroit were experiencing the "Physical Ledger"—the reality that every action has a direct, non-negotiable cost in calories, sweat, and tissue damage.

was being converted back into code. Heda didn't even try to run. She sat down on the metal floor, pulled her fur coat tight, and closed her eyes. "I knew the stars were fake," she whispered. "I just didn't think the dirt was, too." She vanished. One second she was a person; the next, she was a series of squares that drifted upward into the red sky. The white wall was coming for the Under-Ice city. It was moving fast, swallowing the industrial tunnels, the orange lanterns, and the thousands of people who had tried so hard to be real.

“I can see you’re scent is quite strong now. You’re getting stronger. Meaning she’s dying in here. You’re taking over her completely. Poor Maeve her desires to be human is quenched” “Why are you here? What do you want?” “The soul inside of you. I can make you human Maeve.” “How?” “If you wanna know come to the basement on the second day. Before the full eclipse.” “And what if I don’t.” “Dixon dies.” “What do you mean?” Her dark eyes came on. Anika moves backwards in fright. “If you don’t come. Dixon will dead. You’ll kill him yourself. On the night of full eclipse and your chance of being human would be lost forever. Come to the basement Dixon would live and you can get a chance of being hum

' As Darryl muttered, the chill aura transformed into dark blue ice flame, shrouding the ritual altar. "Ah…" Mahoney and a few disciples of the Red Shirt Crusade could not react to the sudden change in time. They were surrounded by the ice flame, and they were frozen, turning into ice sculptures. The dark blue ice flame not only froze their human flesh but also their souls. A few seconds later, Mahoney and others turned into ice sculptures, fell to the ground, and broke into ice slags. A few men perished in the blink of an eye. Although Darryl was mentally prepared, he was still shocked.

Everything about him was subtly different from the man I worked with every day, like someone had taken a photograph and shifted all the colors just slightly to the left. His shirt sleeves were rolled up to his forearms, exposing strong lines of muscle and skin I'd never seen bare at work. The sight was more intimate than it should have been—these were hands I'd watched sign contracts worth millions, fingers that could type emails that could make or break careers, wrists that had never shown even a hint of vulnerability. Now they looked... human. Approachable. Real.

If you are reading this, you have survived dozens of chapters of hockey drama, nursing school stress, billionaire-level family dysfunction, and enough domestic tension to power a small city. First and foremost, I would like to extend a heartfelt, sincere, and slightly terrified apology to anyone who lost sleep, shouted at their screen, or had to explain to their friends why they were crying over a fictional hockey player with a cracked rib. Let us be honest: Michael Rossi was not the easiest person to get along with at the start. When we met him, he was roughly as warm and approachable as a frozen hockey puck. Watching him evolve from a grumpy, guarded enigma into a guy who just wants to ice

Against the Ice Beckett Hayes is a star hockey player with one goal: win the scholarship that could change his future. Then there's Aitor Valdez—the one player Beck has never been able to stand. For years, they've been bitter rivals, constantly pushing each other's buttons on and off the ice. But when graduation finally separates them, they think they've seen the last of each other. Until they end up at the same college. One unexpected encounter changes everything, and suddenly the line between hatred and something far more dangerous begins to blur. How long can they keep pretending there's nothing between them?

Derek. Well, technically speaking, I saw only half of him. His legs were completely missing. His younger brother Darren was lying next to him. They were covered by snow and I couldn't tell if they were still alive. Vampire Vincent and his son Will were trying to break the humanoid popsicle. Alex and his fucking boyfriend Colt were helping them. A bunch of fucking idiots. Element ice can't be broken by force. But wait a minute. All the mother fuckers are here except my woman, which means that...

The fleet outside was beginning to fire on the spire, the walls shaking as the Sovereigns realized they were losing control of the Asset. "If I drink this," I said, my hand covering Dante’s on the vial, "there’s no going back. I won't be human anymore. I’ll just be a ghost you can't touch." "I'll find a way to touch you," Dante promised, his voice a low-timbered vow of eternal obsession. "I'll haunt the code until I find the part of you that still feels my hand on your skin." I drank. The world didn't go black; it went white. I felt my body dissolve into a billion streams of data. I saw the city from every camera, felt every pulse in every "Sync" band. I saw Julian’s face turn to ash as the