Ice Age: The Meltdown End Credits Novels & Stories

“I’m not yours.” And then I heard whispers growing louder. When I looked around, everyone was on their phones, shock written on their faces. What’s happening? Is this a bad dream? It had to be a bad dream. None of this is real. It can’t be real. I blinked, staring at Nathaniel. “Everything has ended, Nikolai. Everything.” ⸻

The seven recruits followed Jack's gaze toward the massive panoramic monitors hanging above the flight deck. The screens weren't showing news anchors. They were showing raw, unfiltered drone footage of the apocalypse. The Siberian Ice Titan buried under millions of tons of rubble, still shifting and causing localized earthquakes. A Category 5 hurricane over the Bermuda Triangle that was violently pulling aircraft out of the sky. The A****n rainforest being aggressively consumed by a sprawling, pulsating purple biomass. Kael took a step back, his bravado instantly evaporating. "What... what are those things?"

"And I'm staying because no one else gets to break you but me." The cave roof groaned, and a massive slab of basalt fell just feet from the Original Ivy. The "Final Kill" sequence hadn't been aborted; it had been redirected. By throwing the locket, I hadn't stopped the wipe—I had localized it. "The bridge is collapsing!" the Original screamed, her form beginning to flicker as the children behind her dissolved into static. "You've trapped us all in the feedback loop! The mansion is coming down, Ivy! There’s no way out!"

Helena pressed a hidden switch. A shrill alarm echoed through the chamber. Isabella froze. “No…” Daniel looked at her. “What now?” She stared at a dark monitor that had suddenly come back to life. “The self-destruct…” “I thought it was linked to the Core.” “It wasn’t.” A new countdown appeared. MOUNTAIN DETONATION 00:02:00 Marco stared. “You have got to be kidding me.” Helena laughed again. “The Core protected Genesis.” “The mountain protects its secrets.” “If Genesis dies…”

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."

The glacier groaned and collapsed inward, burying the obsidian pillars, the Aegis technology, and the legacy of the Council in a tomb of ice and stone. Silence fell over the Arctic. In the center of the wreckage, a small dome of golden light flickered and died. Elara lay in the snow, breathless and shivering, but warm. Her skin was no longer translucent; her veins no longer glowed cyan. The Berserker fire was gone, and the Ice Core had been neutralized. She was just Elara. Kael lay beside her, his breath coming in ragged plumes. Around them, the others were slowly pushing themselves up. Zane’s arm was still crystal, but the black rot had stopped spreading. Rhys was checking a broken tablet,

You missed the jackpot by that one number. I drove straight to a convenience store, bought a lottery ticket, then stood outside and waited for the results. An hour later, the winning numbers came out. I won. I froze. This was real. In a little over a month, the ice age would arrive. I claimed the prize at once. Then, I started preparing for the end of the world. I called an industrial battery supplier I had met while shopping in Edolas. "I need one hundred thousand units of advanced portable batteries. Immediately. Yes, the power lines will freeze and snap during the Ice Age. I need those batteries."

Vance-Ross collapsed onto the metal ramp, out cold. Seconds later, a deep, rhythmic rumble shook the glacier beneath our feet. The ground sank three feet as the underground bunker imploded. A column of fire and shattered ice erupted five hundred yards out, swallowing the ancient military facility, the Sovereign Council’s master servers, and thirty years of dark history, burying it forever under millions of tons of polar ice. Silence returned to the tundra, broken only by the howling wind and the steady, heavy thud of our breathing.

"Let's go." On our way back, I saw an ice cream stall. "Ice cream!" I screamed, pointing to the direction of the stall. I couldn't take my eyes away from it. I am craving it. I couldn't keep my sanity whenever I saw someone selling ice cream. I was stunned when Dale moved and went to the stall selling that ice cream. "Vanilla please," he told the saleswoman. I could hear him because it is not that far from where I am standing right now.