Crash Ice Age 2 Novels & Stories

The icy, bone-chilling lake water surrounded me. Fortunately, I was quickly rescued by someone who had been arranged to do so. However, my body was too weak, and I lost consciousness again. When I groggily opened my eyes, I heard a woman's scolding voice. “Vivian, have you lost your mind?” “Is it worth sacrificing your health for that fool, John ?” I opened my mouth and called out “Mom,” my voice dry and hoarse.

He pulled me up patient, no rush. We went slow. He showed basic moves, gliding backward, turning easy. I copied and fell again. And again. My legs ached deep after a few minutes, muscles screaming like they were on fire. Thighs burning, ankles sore from twisting. Sweat dripped down my face even though it was freezing. Frustration built up hot in my chest. Why was this so freaking hard? And why did Roland make it look so simple? “You’re doing okay,” he said, voice calm. “Most newbies eat ice a lot.”

Without caring about the surrounding people, he ran straight to me. “Olivia… are you Olivia Smith?” Seeing him cry and smile like he had just found something precious he lost made my eyes fill with tears, too. “Yes, Nigel… It’s me. I’m back.” Years ago, while running from the people his mom sent after me, I fell into the water and almost drowned. She went along with the story and told Nigel I was dead. Looking at me, Nigel was filled with joy, like he had finally gotten back the person he thought he had lost forever.

Vanessa managed to calm down for a while after taking deep breaths. "What did you do it? I hope you did not make a big deal out of it", Zoe asked when she noticed Vanessa had calmed down a little bit. "No, I just let him go with her", Vanessa replied and rolled her eyes. She bent her body a little bit and started untying the straps of her heels. "That's great then", Zoe stated Vanessa left her heels that she was untying and shrieked. "How is that great?!" "Well, you don't want to be on Kavinsky's bad side now, do you?!", Zoe shouted back and Vanessa calmed down for a while after hearing Zoe's loud voice

She nodded her head and waved me away like a pestering fly. She haven't even seen anything. This is my phone on the line here. A matter of life and death. *** I sat crossed legged on my bed before setting my MacBook open on the huge wall if pillow arranged like a bed table before me. Powering it up, I logged into Skype and video called Amara, but she didn't answer the call. I tried two more times before giving up and calling Abu, he picked up on the second ring. We talked for a few minutes with him promising to call me along with Amara tomorrow before ending the call.

"There. Satisfied?" He glanced at the screen, his expression softening just a bit, though I could still see a trace of doubt. After a beat, he shook his head and finally turned to leave. "Better be telling the truth," he muttered as he walked off. "You know me. I wouldn't ditch that class. I love biology," I joked, a grin tugging at the corner of my mouth. Grayson stopped for a second, glancing back with a smirk. "Yeah, right," he scoffed, rolling his eyes. "You're more likely to miss class just to hang out at the rink."

Crash! I stood over the fractured ice once more and swung the axe with every last ounce of strength. I hadn’t removed the camera from my helmet. Immediately realizing what I was doing, Luna screeched, "Sophie, are you crazy?!" I ignored her, continuing to raise my numb arms and swing them down, mechanically repeating the motions until… Crack! With a sharp crack, the ice split completely apart, exposing the heating pipe underneath. Taking aim, I lifted the axe high—

was sucked from the air; and the Twins were knocked out of their sync, tumbling to the floor as two separate, bruised boys. The Emotional Deadlock Elara stood her ground, the Sovereign-Whistle still warm in her hand. Beside her, Julian was struggling to maintain the "Amber-Horizon." The silver-gold light in his eyes was dimming as the 2.0’s presence acted like a massive Heatsink, draining the facility’s energy. "Why, Elara?" Julian gasped, his knees buckling. "Why did the 2.0 survive the crash? I felt her delete..."

she cried. He held her in his arms, "First ... we need to get you cleaned up ... did he ...?" She shook her head again, "He was rubbing himself on me ... when you came in .... uurgh ... God ... he almost did," she clenched on Lucas, cringing over what almost happened. He was somewhat relieved to hear that, but she was terribly shaken nonetheless. "We need to get you cleaned up ... can you stand and walk to the bathroom?" She shook her head and clanged on to Lucas. Her system had dropped, it was as if she couldn't move her joints after the shock it went through. Lucas took her in his arms and carried her to the bathroom.

His lips quivered as he tried to speak, but he couldn't even form a coherent sentence. The system chimed. "Uncle Garrett is experiencing absolute terror, a mental breakdown, and failed bladder control. +1,000 rage points! "Rage levels are through the roof as the horde can see the feast but can't taste it! Zombie rage converted to +2,000 universal rage points! "You're just a genius, Flint! You're even milking the zombies for every drop they've got! System is upgraded to Level 2, and the marketplace is now unlocked!"