Ice Age Weasel Twins Novels & Stories

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.

" The nasty guy said with a look of disdain. The twins turn their body and look who's the fella talking too. This person is one of the disgusting fellas here in Warshwall city, Motis. With a big build, scroungy body and a big scar on his forehead. The twins knew his not a good guy. There's also other members from his group with special characteristics. The Mohawk guy who's named "The hair" and the pig fella named "Tan". These twins were from the modern world and if something happened, they knew they can talk it out calmly without any bloodshed, especially for Zia. She's a delicate girl. "Well, well, well. Hello there, Mr. Motis. How's your day today, good sir?" Zia asks with a lovable smile.

"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."

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.

Wally said before he left the apartment, smiling at some memory that flitted through his thoughts. “Thank you.” Helena was so preoccupied with what she read, she didn’t notice Wally leaving the apartment. Twins of Midnight. This rare occurrence happens when a set of twin werewolves is born at the cusp of a full moon. One before midnight and one after midnight. We can often recognize them for their opposite natures or colourings. Polar-opposites in skills and talents. Polar-opposites in colouring in wolf form. The more striking occurrence is that in human form their appearance is not identical, though they are identical genetically.

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Axel pants as my pussy walls snuggle him in with every thrust he gives me. "Axel," I breathed into his ear when I felt that strange pressure in my lower stomach before I shattered around him, trembling as I clung to him tightly. "Fuck," he grunts, his sharp canines tracing the sensitive flesh of my neck, stopping his thrust as he cums inside me. The warmth spread through every inch of my walls and I gasp. Everyone knew the Storme twins were werewolves. However, they weren't the only werewolves attending Boston University. Werewolves and humans were the only species officially allowed to enroll here. At least, that's what everyone believed.