Ice Age Weasel Twins Novels & Stories

“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?”

"You’ve always been too smart for your own good, Rowan. That’s the problem with your personality. You don't just sit still and look pretty." "Being 'pretty' didn't save me from a silver blade," I spat. "Now, talk. What is a Moon-bound wolf, and why are you two so obsessed with what's in my veins?" The room went silent. The twins exchanged a long, heavy look—that silent language they shared that always made me feel like an outsider in my own life. Finally, Marcus stepped forward.

"Arrangements." 'Arrangements.' Another category. Another filing cabinet. "The Ashford pack has standing at this gathering," I said evenly. "I'm here with them." "For now." He sipped his whiskey. "The Ashford twins are remarkable wolves. Powerful lineage, strong territory, considerable influence." His tone was almost paternal, the voice of a man sharing wisdom with someone too inexperienced to have acquired it independently. "Wolves like that eventually want what's appropriate for their station." "And I'm not appropriate."

She had a theory about why my wolf's physical body. My brother and I are called the yin yang twins, we have opposite wolf colorings he can speak I cannot. He has a powerful wolf in strength and mine was powerful with her mind. In wolf form I am not mute like I am in human form, I’m the opposite in each from. Yin yang twins do not happen often they tend to be boy girl twins and happen every few generations. She told us they are usually destined for greatness.

Sush noted with narrowed eyes. “Toys that have better applications in the real world. You’re a huntress. You’d know that.” Shaking her head with a smile, conveniently choosing not to mention that the hunters of today used guns and other heavy machinery - never crossbows or arrows, she then prompted, “Who's next after Porsha Delware?” “The twins - Regina and Austin Chen. Chameleons. At seventeen, they created a system that hacked into any hackers’ account when one invaded their private files, sending over a computer virus to wipe out the hackers’ hardware completely.”

Everyone turned back again, only to see two motorcycles, sleek and shiny, speed into the parking lot and then, the identical twins, Asher and Axel removed their helmets in unison, revealing their well chiseled faces. Their jet-black hair was tousled from the ride but it only added to their charm. They wore matching black leather jackets, tight enough to show off their muscular physique, paired with dark jeans and heavy boots. There was a loud gasp from everyone and the girls sighed and giggled, while some even fainted at the sight of their handsomeness and the guys admired their expensive bikes. It seemed it was not only Elaira who had prepared a lot for the new semester but also the twins.

She just hoped Asher wouldn't think too much into it. Fortunately, Marcel left some minutes after, and with no one talking anymore, the twins soon began to feel sleepy. She bathed and prepared them, but Asher tucked them into bed. This part of him was so sweet. He was telling them a story, a very boring one with so much repetition and no end in sight I could tell he was just coming up with everything on the spot.

James said, shaking his head. We gasped as we saw them climbing on the rails like they were just playing—no fear at all. "F*ck, Bro. Are they really just 4 years old?" James pointed at the CCTV screen showing the twins seemingly playing on top of the wall. I just shrugged and patted his shoulder. "Clear all the footage—they were caught on camera. I don’t want anyone seeing what they’re capable of. You handle this—I have to go visit Ana’s parents," I told him.