Ice Age 2 The Meltdown Maelstrom Novels & Stories

It made me feel like the monster Miller was, and that thought tasted like ash in my mouth. I didn't step back, but I didn't move forward either. Instead, I did something that went against every Alpha instinct I had ever been taught. I dropped. I crunched down on the floor, resting my weight on the balls of my feet until I was at eye level with him. I leaned my head, trying to find his gaze beneath that mess of blond hair. Up close, he looked even more fragile. His skin was so pale I could see the light blue veins at his temples. He was trembling so hard I could hear his teeth chattering.

Cecelia went over the edge, the cold scent of seawater rushing up to meet her. "Melody!" Francis's voice shouted in panic as he shot across the deck. His arms reached out, grabbing… Melody. He pulled Melody back with all his strength, shielding her protectively. And Cecelia, losing her last grip, plunged straight down toward the freezing sea, torn apart by the cold wind. Splash! A huge splash echoed out, and the cold water swallowed Cecelia whole. The icy sea stabbed into her skin and bones like thousands of needles. The impact knocked the air from her lungs, setting her chest on fire.

Seven asked, her rifle still trained on Vane though her eyes were darting toward the northern horizon where the clouds were beginning to turn a strange, bruised iron-grey. "It doesn't just d******d data, Seven," Lucian said, stepping up from the vault, his hands covered in grease and salt-crust. His face was grim, his eyes fixed on the distant sky. "It implements it. It triggers an atmospheric compression to freeze out the surface contaminants. It’s an artificial ice age, designed to clear the board so the garden can start over from scratch."

I went still. Cold clarity swallowed me whole. Rage—not mine—rose from deep inside. A presence older than Elara. Darker. The Curse. Miguma. I surrendered. My eyes opened underwater. They were no longer honey brown. They were pitch black. The sky above cracked open with thunder. Lightening tore across the desert— And rain—impossible, slicing rain—fell like shards of glass. Melody jerked back from the waters edge, eyes wide. “What—what’s that?!”

William let out a choked sob as he too, fell on his knees, half-crawling to get inside the circle at this point as his arms immediately attempted to wrap around her, trying to ground her back to reality, to make her stop tearing her own heart out but she just shoved him just as easily aside. Suddenly, Winters froze, mouth stuck in an expression of panic and pain that he had known better than her laughter... without a warning, she slammed her head on the floor, one time, two times then three four five six–ichor splattering like paint all over the floor, the carpet–and her fingers clenched as she let out a dry heave, then another as she was still conscious... as golden ichor dripped from her h

Being a saint was the deadliest during an apocalypse. [Ding! The human body fishing ended successfully. Time to settle the rewards!] [Congratulations, you've received: 1 small nuclear fusion generator, 1 high-pressure water gun, 1 indoor soilless cultivation base, 3 premium cold-resistant combat suits!] Looking at the generator that was flashing blue in the system storage, I was elated. With this thing around, our home could still feel like spring all year round, even if the power outside was completely cut off. We could even have a barbecue.

She smelt of rain. Misha always smelt of flowers. She... She smelt of rain. Suddenly, Axel wished it was raining. * The two figures came closer, Fire and Ice, with the moon shining at both of them, glad that they would meet under Her watchful gaze, smiling when the two clashed finally and would prove once and for all, the power of love itself. Let the magic begin.

Hailstorm’s POV I crashed onto the wall, feeling his mouth assaulting my own and whilst his teeth clasped onto my bottom lip, I felt as if my brain had just entered a tornado. Or maybe that was just the heavy doses of alcohol I had consumed throughout the night. I opened my mouth, letting his tongue battle mine in a beautiful glorious fight, letting his explore every nook and cranny of my numbed mouth. His hands wrapped around my ass, squeezing the skin which urged me to wrap my legs around his waist, combing my fingers through his hair. His mouth slowly moved away from mine, making me whimper in protest.

One wrong move, and the ice could shatter. I lay back on my bed, staring at the ceiling cracks that looked like skate marks under arena lights. The season was young, but it already felt like we were playing on thin ice. One push too hard, and we’d both go under. The question was, would we pull each other up… or let the cold take over? Downstairs, Dad’s call ended. Mom called up about lights out soon. Normal stuff. But nothing felt normal anymore. Not with Nora’s car probably pulling into her driveway right now, her mind racing the same circles as mine.

"I see you lurking out there. We were concerned you’d decided to retreat. Get in here." Lyon stepped into the humid room. A large immersion tub sat in the center, filled with several inches of frigid water and mounds of ice. Rafael was submerged within it, bare-chested and focused, his powerful musculature tightening against the thermal shock. His skin was pale from the intense chill, creating a stark contrast against his dark hair and those piercing, frost-colored eyes.