Ice Age Weasel Twins Novels & Stories

I asked the twins, still finding it unfair. "We are currently in the heart of the Claw's Northern forest." "And we are alchemists. The guy left behind is a wizard." "We do not have fangs, the employees left on the company have, just like our CEO because they are werewolves." "And you simply do not have because you're a Chamber." The twins beside me answered alternately. "I'm done!" It was the disheveled-haired guy, following us behind. "By the way, what are your names?" I asked as we trudged along the vast forest, birds chirping, crickets singing, the scent of leaves making the air fresher than what cities have to offer. It's such a perfect time to make friends!

“What's your point in essence? That I'm his biological son?” “You might not be a complete werewolf. Isn't it strange that you didn't shift at the right age, and you had your first shift in the human world without casualties?” She asks. I stared at Ceasor and Miguel. “Pregnancy stage, brother” Miguel mind linked, giving me an apologetic look. “I don't want to think about such a thing. We were born as twins, and we are very indistinguishable, what more could you ask for?”

I ordered, coming to a stop. “I’ll handle it,” Chuck nodded. “Who will you send?” John questioned. “Alison Blaire, Sadira Kearney, Colin Kearney,” Chuck rattled off three names. I cocked my head when he listed two unmated females' names. I know Sadira and Colin are twins. That family is one of the only wolf lines I know that only has twins. It’s freaky. And almost always a boy and girl, except for the two youngest, Evan and Iver. They are a couple of years younger than Hana. I saw them in her training class.

that tried to approach the twins. As for Aaron and Zeon, they had just returned from the Dragon Training Academy for their 18th birthday and were trying to sneak away from the pack house so that their restless wolves could go out for a run. Yes, all three children were Were-Vamp-Dragon hybrids just like their mother. But I knew these twins by the back of my hand. They would end up planting God knows what all stuff to scare the Queen’s subjects and give everyone their “home coming” present which I am pretty sure everyone prayed never to have one.

"Jabal and Jasmine, you both are hybrid twins" Jabal furrowed his brows and Jasmine scoffed. "You're born by parents of different species" Jamal explained Jasmine hissed. "I know the meaning of hybrid, idiot" Jabal groaned. "Gosh. Can't you control your anger for once?". She glared at Jabal who doesn't seem bothered. "Don't you..." "Enough" their father ordered. They stared danger at each other but said nothing. "You don't have to fight each other, ok?" They nodded. He relaxed on the couch and began. "As I said before, you're hybrid twins, born by a werewolf-witch parent"

"Speaking of which, is he related to that loyal servant of yours?" Kristoffer gave me a nod, then leaned closer to me so that Ice would not be able to hear what he said. "The one you’re with right now is Ice, while my underling is Ace. They’re identical twins by birth, but up until this point, I still can’t comprehend how they have opposite personalities. One was willing to take all the risk just to save the pack, while the other one kept on deceiving the rest of the members and adding them up to his plot of beginning an ultimate destruction," he whispered before moving away from me. "One was a success, and the other ended up as a failure. It would surely create a negative toll on that certa

~Cadence’s Point of View~ I didn’t trust the twins for a single, solitary second. I made them drive in front of me the whole way back to school, convinced they would somehow go back to my pack. They’d do something ridiculous. Then they insisted one of them ride with me, and hell no was that gonna happen! *Well they’d certainly leave us if they heard you car singing,* my wolf said, shaking her head. “I happen to love singing in the car and if you don’t like it I simply don’t care. You didn’t grow up with an appreciation of the finer things in life,” I said, wiggling my head around.

“Madonna mia. Look at you. You’re huge.” Emilia swatted her arm, laughing. “It’s been a month! What did you expect?” “Twins or not, you look like you’ve swallowed a melon,” Isadora teased, but her voice was soft with awe. She rested a hand gently over Emilia’s stomach. “They’re really in there. Alive. I can’t believe it.” “They’re fighters,” Emilia whispered, her hand covering Isadora’s. “Just like us.” Their laughter dissolved into another tight hug, the kind only twins could share—the kind that stitched together every wound, every scar.

And just like that, Father’s face fell and we settled down and consumed the meal in gloom. After the meal and customary greetings amongst my siblings, I retreated to my room and crashed on my bed. The sound of nature was soothing to my ears. What I felt for Emilia was as strong as a mate bond. She gave me this relaxing feeling and I wondered if the moon goddess gave wolves two mates. Was she Tristan’s mate? She wasn’t, obviously. If she had been, I would have been long dead. Tomorrow, I would have to hit the office. Living double lives could get really stressful. Having human employees gave me the self control I needed. Tristan had attempted devouring a human secretary and had almost given o

I was trying to focus when I overheard Zubby and Leah. “You know there was another massacre that happened right after the one in Tullmere, right?” Zubby said. “That shit was creepy as fuck.” “I heard something like that, but I thought it was people spreading rumors or duplicating news,” Leah muttered. “Nope. There was another sort of mauling in Africa. In B'Afra or something, not sure.” Zubby muttered. “I mean, over there, you could actually believe it was a wild animal. But a warehouse in Tullmere? How did the animal get in there? And why hasn’t it been found yet?”