Ice Creatures Novels & Stories

With Zephyrus too busy fighting almost fifty blood-thirsty creatures, I knew I had to fight my battle now. “Stop right there!” I screamed at her in panic, looking for an avenue to escape. “Don’t be afraid, Lena. It will hurt once. Let me feast on your young blood. I will gain so much power!” chuckled Evelyn. “Not so easily!” said Ikiaq as he let in an army of almost two hundred strange creatures into the place. They all looked familiar, but I couldn’t recall where I had seen them.

Stolen. The ice cave is a jagged scar in the glacier’s flank, its entrance half-buried under drifts. I dig with bare hands, the cold searing my fingertips raw. Inside, the walls glisten like the throat of some primordial creature, veins of cobalt and iron ore threading through the ice. Lira huddles in the deepest recess, her body swallowed by a nest of mangy pelts. Fox, maybe. Wolf. Discards. “Viktor?” Her voice is a moth’s wing, brittle and fraying.

Thelma's POV Xavier's hands dropped, and the devastation in his eyes was terrible to observe. But I turned away and kept walking. The sun was setting when we encountered the ice wraiths. They materialized from the snow itself, creatures of frozen mist and malice. I counted seven of them, their forms shifting and reforming as they circled our group. "They feed on emotion," Luna said, her voice tight with fear. "Don't let them touch you."

His breath made small white clouds in the cold air. "You came," Adrian said softly. His voice was warm and close. "Sophia told me you were down here," Ethan said with a small smile. "Shouldn't you rest your shoulder?" "My shoulder is fine. My mind is just loud," Adrian murmured. He opened the small wooden door to the ice. He held out his hand to Ethan. "Come out here with me." Ethan hesitated. He looked down at his normal leather boots. "Adrian, I don't have skates. I will mess up the ice."

Was the boy trying to scare me? I pulled onto the emergency lane, then took a deep breath and rubbed my belly. "Son, did your memories get scrambled during your reincarnation? We live in the twenty-first century now. We have heated floors at home, and we didn't need hunting rifles for food a long time ago." 'Who said his memory's scrambled? Just do what he said! In our last life, when the extreme cold hit, the whole world was thrown into another ice age. The people who froze to death turned into zombies! My brother and I died when the zombies bit into our necks!'

Harper froze. "Something is watching us," Sebastian looked up into the shadows of the stalactites. His golden eyes dilated, adjusting to the dark. He saw them. Not one. Dozens. Creatures clinging to the rock. They looked like bats, but the size of dogs. Pale, hairless, with massive claws and no eyes. Their skin was translucent, pulsing with... blue veins? The Virus. These creatures had been feeding on the leaking fumes of the Helios strain for centuries. They had mutated into perfect predators. SCREECH! One of the creatures let out a sonic shriek. It dove.

Something white, colossal, hurtled out of the blinding snow, directly at us. I caught a flash of it. Pale scales that looked like they were made of frozen silk. A mouth that gaped wide enough to swallow a horse, lined with teeth that gleamed like icicles sharpened to needle points. Eyes that were colorless, washed out, the dead white of ancient glacial ice.

He looked at me with the particular scepticism of someone who has been promised things before. “I’m going to teach you how to disappear,” I said. He frowned. “What, like a magic trick?” “Like biology.” I pointed to my eyes. “Every human being has a blind spot. Where the optic nerve meets the retina the brain just fills in the blanks and you never notice what’s missing. In hockey, that spot gets bigger. The cage, the padding, the helmet they create pockets of nothing. If you stay in that gap, you don’t exist to the defender.”

Grant Gonas is the man the underworld fears and the business world admires. As the CEO of GONAS, a multibillion-dollar empire built over generations, he is known for his intelligence, discipline, and ruthless decisions. But beneath the image of a respected businessman lies a terrifying secret—Grant is the head of one of the most powerful mafia families in America. Feared as The Frozen Beast, he has no room for emotions, no patience for love, and no intention of letting anyone close enough to become his weakness. A high-stakes business meeting takes Grant from Los Angeles to San Diego, where he chooses to travel without the luxury and security that usually surround him. One rainy afternoon,

She apologized as Rayleigh got to her feet. "No. Let her loose." Rayleigh told her as she held her wrist. "She has bigger balls than you do." "You're right." Lily agreed. "Azura is my strength. I need her for what I need to get done." The ground quaked beneath their feet. The waters swayed high as bubbles of black ichor formed and popped on the surface. Claws and hooves swatted at the water as bodies merged from the depths of the lake. But as each body came forth, each was stuck to one another, with the ichor acting as its glue. A monstrous glob of animal and Human carcasses emerged from the cold water. Heads with glowing eyes gazed about aimlessly while it attempted to crawl towards the emb