Ice Age Weasel Twins Novels & Stories

It was a humbling reminder that even as an Elder Sovereign, my education was only beginning. As the first snow of the year began to fall, the First Winter of the fourth generation presented a unique biological challenge. Kaelen, the stone twin, became sluggish and lethargic in the heat of the cabin, his charcoal grey skin requiring the literal cold of the obsidian floor to remain stable. Solis, the fire twin, shivered constantly, her amethyst resonance requiring the literal heat of the hearth to keep her blood from freezing.

They always asked for consent and were never denied. We'd actually encountered the twins on a hunt where they'd been tracking down a child that was stolen from one of their hives. Cocky, arrogant, evil pricks they were, but they had heart, and we shared the same goals to stop the traf- ficking. Or at least when it suited them and fit within their terms. Witches were their hard limit, hating them with a vengeance due to a curse in which they weren't eager to share the details. "I'm going to pass on letting you fuckers get close to Braelyn. No offense, but if she isn't guilty, I don't want her craving you twisted assholes once you've finished corrupting her."

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"

Cassiel called after him, but the twins had already vanished. “I’m telling you, it’s an uprising,” Axel said solemnly. “We are being overthrown by six-year-old twin dictators.” “I warned all of you,” Julian murmured, sitting up. “I said two toddlers with your brains and my sarcasm were a recipe for societal collapse.” Cassiel ran a hand over his face. “They installed walkie talkies in the vents last week. I’m not sleeping anymore.” “They also started calling themselves 'Operation Gold Ring,’” Axel added.

Miles protests, and Bryn forms an X with her arms. “Are you serious?” Dash asks. “Have you ever seen horror movies? Twins are always creepy. There’s that one with the twin ghost girls in the hallway. And then the Tweedle twins, supposed to be a kids’ movie, but those two are creepy as fuck. Why do twins always say the same thing at the same time? Creepy motherfuckers.” Cass would be laughing her ass off right now, probably agreeing. The thought makes me smile.

I hadn’t exactly planned to be entertaining Alpha fucking Keller tonight. *They want to show you off! I’m beyond excited. I want to be doted on and have everyone be proud of us,* my wolf preened. Yeah and what has she done, hm? Catching that squirrel a few weeks back was a dumb stroke of luck. I was convinced the thing was brain damaged and that’s why he was moving so slow. Come to think of it, if the twins are footballers maybe they have brain damage. Hmm, makes sense. Worth exploring.