Ben 10 Ice Aliens Novels & Stories

Before the ice could even settle, the submarine's torpedo tubes opened—not to fire explosives, but to deploy troops. "Contact front!" Jack yelled over the comms, his voice competing with the howling blizzard. "We got boarders!" Hundreds of figures poured out of the submarine. They weren't wearing heavy arctic gear. They wore thin, crimson robes and tactical vests. The cold didn't bother them. Their veins glowed faintly with the blue hue of Titan blood. They were The Ascended—fanatics enhanced by the alien mutagen. And they were screaming a single word: "Awaken!"

The moment Noa walked away while Leon desperately tried to follow, Ben's eyes narrowed with interest. A slow grin spread across his face. "Now that's interesting..." He folded his arms, replaying the scene in his mind. "Could it be that the captain and Leon are at loggerheads again?" He shook his head almost immediately. "No... that wasn't just another argument." His gaze shifted to Leon, who still looked flustered after chasing in the direction Noa had disappeared. Ben's curiosity intensified. "Don't tell me..." His eyes widened slightly before a mischievous smile curled on his lips. "Is Captain Noa actually attracted to the pretty boy?"

Bastet was standing in the middle of the ice rink smiling, but I didn’t think it that it was funny. “What the hell is wrong with you?!” I screamed at her as soon as I noticed everything around us was frozen. I skated to the ice to where she was standing, feeling very frustrated when she shrugged. “You keep on dying when you aren’t supposed to die! So, I will keep on bringing you back, until you get it right.” She smiled as though this was all just a game to her.

The team filed in gradually, some still pulling their shirts over their heads, others carrying water bottles and the particular brand of easy confidence that came with being professional athletes. They ranged in age, the youngest barely twenty, the oldest closer to thirty-five, and every single one of them looked at me with the same polite skepticism. I had expected that. "Alright," I breathed, when the last of them had settled onto the benches. "I'll make this quick because I know you all have ice time after this. My name is Nymeria Kane. I'm your new physical trainer, and yes, Christopher is my brother, and no, that doesn't mean this is going to be easy."

It was piloted by a single figure: an elemental being made entirely of shimmering, chaotic Volatile Water. I immediately hailed the alien vessel, opening the external comms and projecting a neutral, non-volatile Light signal. "We are peaceful explorers from the Continental Alliance. We offer assistance. We recognized your warning," I transmitted, speaking slowly and clearly in our universal language. The Water Weaver, as I instantly named the being, replied not with words, but with a sudden, violent surge of its chaotic Water energy. The message was a flash of pure distress and rejection. Get off our world. Your presence destabilizes the cool Fire. We do not require outside help.

When Stella returned to the Fire Ice Island, she focused all of her energy on cultivating. She delegated management of the island's affairs to her four brothers. The four brothers were a little dense and simple-minded, but the Ice Fire Island was far enough away from land that nothing disastrous occurred. The Ice Fire Island was located in an area with unusual climate features and was home to a special breed of fish known as the Ice Marrow Fish. The fish resembled a sea snake, snow-white in color and ice-cold to the touch. Its spiritual energy was unique, and it was considered an excellent health supplement for cultivators.

Eren suddenly saw an ice cream shop across the street. “Would you like some ice cream, Ben?” asked Eren offering. “Yes! Ice cream!” said Ben happily. Eren led Ben across the street and into the ice cream shop. "Which one do you want Ben? Choose as you like," said Eren. Ben looks so happy. He looked at the menu that was there. "I just want the chocolate flavor," said Ben. Eren ordered chocolate ice cream for Ben, while he himself ordered vanilla ice cream. They sat at one of the tables on the terrace of the ice cream shop. Ben immediately licked the ice cream quickly.

But everyone knew that such beautiful things would kill them. Zombie race and other experts all retreated, but the space was imprisoned. Their scope of activity was limited. "A group of demons and monsters. Even if my husband is not here, I can still kill you like slaughtering dogs." Tens of millions of streaks of white silk cloths streaked across the sky. Ice lotuses exploded one after another, filling the sky with ice. The experts of the alien races roared continuously. They were trapped by Jing Hong alone, like turtles trapped in a jar. It was impossible for them to escape.

Pinch me because I can't believe I'm standing in the presence of honest-to-goodness aliens. Just a few feet away an eight-foot lizard waved stubby arms while his long tail thrashed on the metal grate floor. In front of her, on fluttery gem-colored wings, a pair of chubby creatures flitted past, so cute to look at if you ignored the sharp teeth and claws. Tall and short, fat and skinny, beings of every color went about their business. Her inner researcher, always on the lookout for interesting things, noted how the aliens mostly followed humanoid lines and where bipedal. I wonder if they were also seeded by that master race Reg told me about? The scientist in her was positively giddy with wan