Ben 10 Ice Aliens Novels & Stories

And another. "Eric…" "Yeah, I see them," he answered, his voice low and calm, but I could feel the stress in his jaw. The aliens moved into the low light and revealed themselves. They had wolf-like features, but their bodies were twisted and grotesque—fur matted and spotty, limbs too long, mouths filled with jagged, mismatched teeth. "Not exactly cuddly," Eric mumbled, tightening his hold on the fractured stone he had picked up. "Plan?" I inquired, my tone barely above a whisper.

Rozelle tried to play around with her words, "Those aliens that you told me about, can you please tell me which planet they are from? " Rozelle shrugged again as she tried to look nonchalant. " I am just curious. But I don't think such an information will be there in your database. " She tried to make her way back in when the guard spoke again, " They are all from Chemora. And it seems like they are all very powerful. They reached the top spot in my danger index. We must be on high alert. Please go inside. " He was back to his professionalism. Rozelle hit the wall once she was inside.

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!"

"Because if you are, you'll be out of this hockey team before you even realize what's happening." A satisfied chuckle escaped his lips as a dangerous plan slowly began to take shape in his mind. Later that day, Ben leaned against the corridor wall, watching Noa disappear down the staircase with his hockey bag slung over one shoulder. A sly grin spread across his face. "In two days..." He glanced at the colorful banners students were hanging across campus. "The school festival." His eyes gleamed with mischief. "I'll be watching you very closely, Noa." He folded his arms. "Let's see if all those rumors are true."

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."

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.

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

“I’ll do the best I can. Quick, Aria. Come join my side.” I give Aria’s hand a tight squeeze before releasing her. Zach closes his eyes, takes several deep breaths, and speaks again while Anne and Aria busy themselves with Finn. If they don’t start healing him now, he’ll be gone forever. “They have a huge a-army,” he explains. “He’s n-not alone. I d-don’t know who the other p-people were, but they’re c-coming for us, Alpha. And they’re c-close. T-Too close.”

"Is he some legendary Alpha in the academic world?" "He’s the pioneer of bio-mechanical hockey gear! He’s been my idol since I was a pup. His lead researcher just called... the Professor wants me in his private lab," I said, the words catching as I burst into tears of pure relief. "This is everything I’ve hunted for... I still can't process that he chose my scent out of everyone's..." I could practically feel Isabella's desire to give me a crushing bear hug through the line. "I’ve always said you were destined to lead a pack, Collins! You believe in your own claws now, don't you? Where are you? Let's hit the ice and celebrate!"