Ice Age: A Mammoth Christmas Special Novels & Stories

Lucian’s eyes were wide with worry, while Nyx was staring at the green seed I had placed on a stone pedestal. "No, sweetheart," I tried to smile, though it felt like my face was made of glass. "Mommy is just... growing something for a little while." Nyx walked over, her small hand reaching out. She didn't touch the seed. She touched the shadow cast by the seed. "It’s crying," Nyx whispered. "It says the big ice man is coming. He has a shadow that doesn't melt." As if answering her words, the temperature in the temple dropped another ten degrees. The small fire we had managed to start didn't flicker; it simply turned blue and died.

The Team was thanking Xasha for their bodysuits, seeing that remnant spirits brought up many awful memories. The Ice Queen was a 150-meter tall beauty with long white hair, wearing a long royal dress with snow petals rising slowly off it that gave her a mysterious air. In her delicate hands, she held a similar-looking scythe to the one Emily had in her hands. This was the ruler of the Glacier Forest, a Thorium Realm energy beast that was formed completely from ice and snow.

Living, undeniable proof of her statement walked through the door. Xander Hale. He didn't just walk. He strode in with the kind of confidence that made it impossible not to look. He didn't bother glancing at the teacher, the chattering students, or anyone else in the room. No, Xander freaking Hale acted like the entire world existed on his terms. And maybe it did.

"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." The radio speaker suddenly let out a sharp, crystalline whistle and the grinding stone sounds stopped. In their place came a voice; flat, synthetic yet carrying a terrifyingly familiar cadence. It was the Heiress but she wasn't speaking from the deep water anymore. Her voice was thin, brittle and freezing.

I threw Yasmine a glare followed by an eye roll that probably strained my optic nerves, before storming to the bench, grabbed my water bottle, and sat down. God, my hair is sticking to my neck. Why did I choose hockey? Ice hockey is just skating with weapons and now I suddenly wonder if frogs ever get tired of jumping. Like, do they ever just want to crawl? I looked down at my legs and God did my knees look weird today. If I die out here— “So it’s at his place, right? Around nine?” My ears practically twitched, across the ice, a bunch of the girls were huddled up by the equipment shed, whispering something about a party.

A sudden, deep softness crossed his severe features, a look he only ever allowed me to see when we were completely shielded from the world. "The dorms are going to be freezing, Anastasia," he murmured, his voice dropping into a rough, quiet register. "They shut down the central heating in the residential wings during the holidays to save on utilities." "I'll manage," I said, offering him a faint, defiant smile. "I'm the Ice Queen, remember? The cold doesn't bother me." He let out a low, breathy chuckle, his eyes darkening as they drifted to my lips. "Stubborn. Always so damn stubborn."

“Listen to me. I’m giving the key to you. You meet me here tomorrow this time. You have to get the files. This is bigger than the tournament, Avery. It’s about saving Jax and the victim. We have to finish this.” She shoved the small key into my trembling palm. Before I could object, a light came on in the main hallway leading to the rink to announce the arrival of an official. Cassandra bolted and disappeared into the dark shadows of the lower benches and the maintenance tunnels. I stood alone in the center of the rink with the sudden light blinding me and the key burning my hand. A sound of heavy measured footsteps approached the boards. I turned my head toward the approaching footsteps. I

The snow was coming down in thick flakes as I pulled up to the sprawling mansion on the hill, my delivery van skidding a bit on the icy driveway. It was Christmas Eve, and I was running late, way late, for this “special order” pickup. The client had insisted on discretion, something about a last-minute gift for his party. I adjusted my uniform cap, the red and green logo faded from too many shifts, and grabbed the insulated bag from the passenger seat. My name's Mia, by the way, and at 25, delivering fancy foods for rich folks was just a way to pay the bills while I figured out my real life.

Sarah The next morning, the mansion was already alive with noise, music, and the soft glow of Christmas lights. Every wall was lined with warm golden garlands, fake snow drifted from hidden vents on the ceiling, and the entire place felt like one magical holiday movie scene—except the kind that hides secrets, tension, and eyes that watched too closely. Students filled the ballroom, drinking, laughing, and taking pictures in front of a massive Christmas tree adorned with red ribbons and glass ornaments. The DJ played loud pop songs, and the smell of vanilla candles mixed with expensive perfumes.

She glanced around to see everyone retreating just like he did, and she didn't understand why. "W-Why, what's going on?" "His marks are displaying!" Lana yelled at her. "His marks as a moonchild is displaying, we need to leave for now! We'll we wiped out in one blow! Chaol is the only one who can have the possibility to survive that!" "What do you mean?!" "Ice Age!" Yuran yelled at her before sprinting away. "Ice Age is a forbidden spell used by arcane mages in the past that has believed to tame the volcanos and turn them into dormant mountains. It is a very powerful spell that will freeze everyone to death!"