Ice Age Manny's Family Novels & Stories

he began, but his eyes widened as he read the name on the caller ID. “The Ice Man?” he asked himself, sitting up, and Bianca followed suit, sitting up to listen to the conversation. Had something happened to Rox? She had not spoken to her friend all day and… O’Grady turned around, a big smile on his handsome features as he shouted, “The Iceman! He’s become a Daddy again! This time they have a little girl!” * Later, after Bianca had spoken to a very groggy Roxanne, the Master lay with their Pet between them,

In that last second, I saw my mother watching television nearby. She just glanced over with a look of pure indifference. She did not care if I lived or died. My body was flung through the window and struck the icy ground below. I froze solid on the way down, and my body shattered when I landed. My blood was frozen. Before I lost consciousness, I saw my own mangled remains scattered across the ice. In the frozen apocalypse, my own family killed me and ended my miserable life. This time, I would not make the same mistake twice.

Looking from his niece and the James Patterson book to his mother, he could only chuckle as Allison simply shrugged as if she gave up. The door opened and a family that he did not recognize entered. He had seen the younger man once at the packhouse, months ago. He had talked to the Alpha and Luna and then an omega took him somewhere. “Hi, I’m Mike, this is my wife, Jenny. This is our son Troy and his wife Claire and their pup, Riley,” The man said in general with a smile. “And our other children, Helena, Portia, Jason and Athena.” “You’re mommy’s family!” Emily cried out as she ran over and hugged Mike.

But as Dad quietly chewed his bread and Mom muttered something about the rising cost of utilities, it became obvious that Yasmine hadn't said a word. She sat across from me, gracefully cutting her food, completely ignoring my existence. “You're not eating, Trixie,” Dad murmured, not even looking up from his plate. “I'm not hungry,” I said flatly, “Good, saves on the grocery bill,” Yasmine chimed in smoothly, a fake, sweet smile on her face that made me want to lean across the table and choke her. Despite Harlan’s words, and Yasmine’s threat, it didn’t stop me… If anything, the terror fueled a stubborn rage inside me. If I was going to be hunted, I was going to play hockey first.

grandpa said in a hard tone, his free hand clenched tightly against his side. Grandma screamed when ice suddenly appeared on the floor, creeping so fast in our direction and towards the wall. “You know we have no say against the Crystal’s choice. I can’t let him go. He’s my mate,” the guy said through his clenched jaw. “S-stop this! Stop whatever you’re doing to our house!” I yelled at the man. Almost immediately, the frost that started to spread across our house melted. My eyes went wide as saucers at the astonishing sight. Is that... a supernatural ability?

It was the Old Man from the Lab—the one who had helped her wake up. But he wasn't alone. Beside him stood a man Elara hadn't seen in years. He was older, his hair grey at the temples, but he carried a hockey stick made of Polished Silicon. "You kids always did have a flair for the dramatic," the man said, his voice echoing through the emerald grid. "Rhys, stop hacking the lights and start hacking the Thrusters. We're taking this rink to the sky." The man looked down at Elara, a sad, knowing smile on his face.

"Is that why Jackie, Sylvia, and the Luna are having a private meeting?" Zane was the youngest of Josh and Mary Whipples' three children, and was a few months older than the rest of us. He was a handsome blend of his parents with his dad's light brown hair and his mom's bright blue eyes. "I saw Maeve go in there, too," Manny said as he scrolled on his phone. Manny is the son of Leo and Marcie. Leo is one of the warriors who is a good friend of Tyler, our lead warrior. Manny looked a lot like his dad with his dirty blonde hair and brown eyes.

“I have low melanin in my body, so to avoid problems, I use such a high SPF.” We take off our clothes, staying in our swimsuits, and we kids run towards the sea and dive in almost immediately to avoid being under the sun. I lie back in the water, spreading my arms and legs, floating on the surface. Skyler imitates me and floats next to me. “Has anyone ever told you that your family is weird?” I open one eye to look at her and grin. “If you think the three of us are weird, then one day I’ll invite you to a lunch with my entire family, and then you’ll start to think that I and my parents are three of the most normal people alive.”

Then, one by one, people started backing away like the ice had suddenly become unsafe to stand on. Joe opened his mouth like he was going to say something. Then thought better of it and skated off entirely. The rest followed fast enough that it looked like panic spreading through a system. Within seconds, the rink was half empty. And I was still standing there. Confused. Because Nikolai wasn’t supposed to be here. He skated onto the ice like it meant nothing and grabbed my arms before I could fully process moving away. “Come on,” he said. “What are you doing?” I asked, pulling slightly.

We made a pit stop at his family home, where his sister waited in the courtyard with several boxes and the largest couch I’d ever seen. Before I could snarl at Hakeem and refuse the hand out, a man stepped outside and glared daggers at our car. He was obscenely tall, with a muscular build that stretched the fabric of the slate grey suit he had on. There was a permanent scowl carved onto his face. The windows of the car began to fog when Hakeem cursed. “That’s your father, isn’t it?” Hakeem had said his father’s ability was Cryokinesis—temperature manipulation. Funny how the man himself seemed cold and unfeeling. Maybe instead of showering his eldest son with hate he should focus on thawing o