Ice Age Weasel Novels & Stories

"Calling them a bunch of assholes isn't exactly respectful either, is it?" Ryker grinned, unbothered. "We'll save the disrespect for when Coach isn't in the room. Got it." "Retarded fucker," Wade muttered, leaning against the locker with a groan. "I gotta get to class, but man, I just want to skip and go to sleep." Same, brother. Same.

Skeletor began using brutal arrows towards the Ice wolf, but it just evaded when it detected the danger. The worms were faster than their pursuers and managed to appear under the occupied wolves. They latched them with their maws full of teeth and managed to rip their throats before getting killed. Only one of the ants managed to escape and did the same to a wolf standing near the Ice wolf. his brothers got crushed underground before being able to return the fight.

" Ready and waiting, my parents flipped the water switch, while I grabbed the high-pressure cannon connected to the boiling water generator and aimed it at the bald leader charging in the front. Accompanied by the roar of a pressure cannon, a pressurized stream of water blasted out like a cutting jet. The scalding water hit Hailey's face first, instantly scalding her skin before the extreme cold air flash-froze it into a jagged mask of ice. "Ah!" The bald leader barely had the chance to throw his fireball before the water jet hit him square in the face. His ax clattered to the ground as the fireball sputtered out. Icicles immediately formed over his burned face, while his raw, scalded flesh

I hissed. He blanched and stepped aside. I burst through the doors just as Ronan was lacing up his skates. He looked up, his eyes flashing a dangerous, molten gold. "Jack? What the hell are you doing here? The game starts in five minutes." "You’re not playing," I panted, stepping close so the other players wouldn't hear. "The victim at the morgue—he was a messenger. The ice is rigged, Ronan. Not with explosives, but with Lunar Forensics Lab-grade toxins. The moment the zamboni hit the ice, it spread a mist that reacts to Alpha pheromones. If you go out there and your heart rate spikes, you’ll shift uncontrollably in front of ten thousand humans."

She knelt on the deck, her hands pressed against the carbon-fiber hull. She projected a thin layer of Non-Newtonian Ice across the surface of the water. Unlike the brittle ice of the Arctic, this was a viscous, gel-like frost designed to absorb vibration. "Step on the frost," Elara commanded. "Don't jump. Don't run. Just breathe." The Feral Six moved onto the water, a line of shadows traversing the harbor. Kael walked last, his internal heat dialed down to a simmering ember, the steam from his footsteps instantly muffled by Elara’s ice.

The chill on my skin causes goosebumps to cover my arms, but it only stays that way for a moment before I shift. With my senses as a wolf, I can follow her scent that nearly blends into the smell of the snow. I search the area over and over again, with every trail of hers leading to one spot. Without her in sight, I start digging where the scent is, unsure if I am wasting time by doing so.

The Weasel family's shamans were especially formidable, being the most difficult to deal with. The weasels were vengeful creatures. Even if only one were angered, a pack of them would seek revenge. Weasels also fed on snakes. In northeastern Hacniane, they were known as the animals that swallowed dragons. "Today, the three of us from the Weasel family will deal with him personally. We just hope he'll show up!" "After killing that guy, it'll be a feast for our guardian immortals!"

That question came from the last member of the family. I look over at Kaze. He was sitting on his feet, wagging his tail, waiting for my response. Kaze is a Dire Wolf, a prehistoric animal that is considered extinct. But while I was traveling through Eastern Asia last week, somewhere in Tibet, in a snow-covered climate. I found Kaze in an icy glacier and rescued him. I felt intense energy coming from him, equal to a mighty beast known as Ancient Beast. I know I shouldn't get close to one who can take me down, but unexpectedly he senses a familiarity with me.

Surely the King doesn’t have one,’ Ayla thought before the horses started moving fast. The ice wolves scared Ayla badly, and she was still shaken. She had never seen an ice wolf before, but she had read about them. Back in Myrthana, she was allowed to visit the Royal Library—the only luxury she had ever been permitted. Ayla loved to read and learn about everything. In “Beasts from the Uzhor Continent,” she learned about ice wolves—they were much larger and stronger than any other type of wolf. Only the warg was more vicious than the ice wolf. Equipped with a powerful jaw, an ice wolf could kill an ice bison or a buffalo in less than a minute.