Ice Age 2 Shovelmouth Novels & Stories

[Ding! Adam is completely humiliated. His humiliation level is at its peak! Rage points increased by 300! Reward: 1 automatic multi-functional fishing rod with a load capacity of 250 kilograms!] "Good boy. But I don't lack slaves. You'd better chill outside. After all, my house is small and can't accommodate a diva like you." "Alissa, I'm gonna kill you!" Uncle Adam went insane. He waved the crowbar as he smashed it against the rolling shutter door. "Zombies are coming. Smash it! There are all kinds of food behind this door. You can keep whatever you get!"

"We're in public!" "Fuck the public," he growled possessively, before lowering his head and swallowing my laughter with a scorching, brutal kiss. I closed my eyes, returning the kiss fiercely, completely drowning in his madness. But only a few seconds later, a sharp whistle pierced the silence of the arena, forcing us to break apart. "Oh, wow," an unfamiliar, deep voice echoed. "So this is the real reason the block of ice suddenly transferred to Chicago?" We both looked up at the same time. A tall guy with messy, dirty-blonde hair stood at the edge of the rink, leaning against the glass with a ridiculously bright, mischievous smile.

The air turned sharp, smelling of pine and upcoming snow. I stepped out of the steam-filled bathroom, my skin still tingling from the hot spray. Dropping onto the edge of the massive bed, I reached for a tin of heavy winter salve I’d picked up at the village market. The winds were getting brutal, and even a shifter's skin could crack in this climate. "Hey, Ethan," I murmured, glancing at the silent Alpha beside me. "The mountain air is getting dry. You want some of this? I doubt the nurses think about moisturizing your face."

Finn looked up. “Storm?” Before anyone could answer, the windows rattled. Outside, a beam of silver light shot down from the hovering aircraft and struck the frozen lake. The ice cracked loudly. Finn jumped to his feet. “My ice!” Liam lifted several toys into the air nervously. Alex’s voice crackled through Jake’s phone from the arena. “What’s happening there?” Jake stared at the glowing beam cutting into the ice. “Company.” The Heirs Respond The silver beam widened, carving a circular hole into the frozen lake.

Sheila turned slightly to see Elena, one of the senior physiotherapists, leaning casually against the railing. “You’re staring,” Elena added, her tone neutral but observant. “I’m working,” Sheila replied, not looking away from her screen. “Mm-hmm.” The noncommittal hum made Sheila glance at her. Elena raised an eyebrow but said nothing else, eventually pushing off the railing and walking away. The brief interaction left a faint prickle under Sheila’s skin. On the ice, the whistle blew sharply. “Scrimmage!” Coach Reynolds shouted. Players split into two teams quickly. Atticus slid into position at center ice, tapping his stick once against the surface. His gaze drifted just briefly toward the

Intrigued by this mysterious girl with silver hair and ember eyes, he resolved to get to know her better. Offering her a ride was his way of extending an olive branch, an invitation into his world. At first, Aqua hesitated, politely declining his offer. But as the heavens opened up and rain began to pour down in torrents, her resolve softened, and she accepted. The moment she climbed into his truck, Damon couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. The old Chevy pickup may have seen better days, but to Damon, it was more than just a vehicle—it was a symbol of his roots, a connection to his past. He drove it with pride, a tribute to his uncle, who had passed away. His uncle was the only one

They managed to cut him off as he and Malachai readied themselves to fight. The Outsider engaging Delmar was not wielding any sword or bladed weapon. Instead, he attacked Delmar with a long, rusty shovel. With a sharp cry, he swung the shovel at Delmar’s head. Delmar managed to duck in time to feel the wind of the shovel as it passed over his head. By the time he regained his stance, the Outsider turned himself around and jabbed at Delmar’s stomach with the other end of the rusty tool. Delmar grunted and mistakenly dropped his weapons again. The jab knocked him back a few steps, but Delmar managed to snatch hold of the shovel’s handle. He pulled his opponent toward him and the two of them be

Briggs grunted as his boots hit the road. He flexed his newly upgraded level-two muscles, a sudden orange glow illuminating the dark fabric of his uniform. With a low grunt, he slammed his palms together, channeling his newly enhanced element. A concentrated jet of bright, high-temperature flame erupted from his hands, instantly melting the ice on the road and engulfing a cluster of rushing zombies. The infected collapsed into ash before they could even reach the vehicle. Beside him, Jolie’s vines whipped out of her sleeves like green lightning, piercing through the foreheads of three zombies simultaneously and tossing their bodies into the snow.

I coughed but went rigid underneath the steel toe black marauder boots. "You should have stayed out of this. You had no business interfering Shields. Do you know how high and how far this will go? It doesn't stop with me and that is why I've gotta take the opportunity to end you." I laughed. This was my maze on my premises, I'd be buried here one day but not murdered. "You don't get it do you?" I retorted and begin unraveling truths for him. "Someone from high in the chain told me to get you and them and to deal with the infestation. You guys are like crumb snatching roaches."

I will not give you everything. Are you serious right now? There are pups. The word hits like ice water. I can't risk you losing control and trying to shift. I hesitate. One second. That's all it takes. The first rogue lunges. I swing the shovel anyway. Crack. Metal slams into skull and he stumbles backward cursing. "Crazy bitch!" I pivot toward the second one, but my reflexes feel sluggish. Wrong. Like I'm fighting underwater. June. You're holding back.