Ice Dogs Book Novels & Stories

I was late morning when Tristan entered the room pulling my head of the book, I looked at him in slight amazement. “We have the conference call in twenty minutes.” He greeted stepping into the room as I looked up. “What?” He asked and I held up the book. “Tristan, this book.” I stated not really knowing how to explain it. “It’s a novel, just a story that I found in the library, but it’s based on a family of werewolves, the two daughters, twins, were born with a special gift, they could produce fire and ice.” I uttered and watched as his brows rose. “They later became joint alphas of the their pack. Do you think this could be the story of the alpha twins that we were looking for?”

I kept seeing Alan’s big smile and those tattoos on his arms. Why was he doing all this? Sitting with me at lunch, helping with heavy boxes, inviting me to watch practice. It had to be a joke. A long, mean joke that would end with everyone laughing at the stupid janitor who believed someone like Alan Voss could actually care. I closed my eyes and tried to think of good things, like the stars in my books. But sleep came fast and ugly. The dream started soft, then turned dark. I was twelve again, small and scared in the big Pike house. The fancy rooms smelled like leather and my stepmom’s perfume.

When I opened my eyes, the glass was still full of lukewarm water. "The ice coven goes back for centuries," she said, dropping a thick book on the table in front of me after she had made stew for the two of us. I was afraid to ask what was in it, but I ate it without complaint as my stomach growled in irritation. "Where did they come from?" I asked her as I started to flip through the pages of the book. Illustrations are sketched into each page, and the words are handwritten. "We, darling. You say we now, okay?" I nodded my agreement as she continued to tell me the history of the ice coven.

Skeletor began using brutal arrows towards the Ice wolf, but it just evaded when it detected the danger. The worms were faster than their pursuers and managed to appear under the occupied wolves. They latched them with their maws full of teeth and managed to rip their throats before getting killed. Only one of the ants managed to escape and did the same to a wolf standing near the Ice wolf. his brothers got crushed underground before being able to return the fight.

Pondering how he knew I was searching for it, he probably had Strange Magic too but… wouldn’t he need it as well. I peered over at Daisy who was having trouble with one of the pages, slowly I crawled up to her covering her eyes with my hands. “Want to guess.” I cheered keeping my hands on her eyes she hummed, tapping her finger on her bottom lip. “I don’t know, Snow is that you. Hex is it that annoying shifter that shares a bunker with me from our grade. " She grind her teeth, annoyed as if it was her having chills going down her spine. I laughed knowing she would say something like that. I sat the book in front of her book on “All Species Guide”, she gasp as I sat down to the chair next to

Bookmaking was harder and messier than it looked. Oliver wandered through the North Pole. He was sad. Oliver knew there had to be one special job he could do even if he was little. Then he heard a sound of hooves clattering at the stables. Inside, a herd of reindeer had gathered to meet Dot, the new reindeer. She was little just like Oliver.

"This is a snow dragon. He lives in the very cold mountains. He eats ice and he breathes blue fire." "Blue fire?" I asked, leaning closer to look. "Does it burn?" "No, Mama, you do not understand," Maple said, shaking his head back and forth very seriously. "The people who write books about dragons are just wrong about fire. They think all fire is hot. But snow dragon fire is like ice cubes. It freezes the bad guys into big rocks." Rosy turned a page in her book and pointed to a picture of a large brown bear. "Look, Maple. The bear is big. Like the tall man. Like our daddy."

“I know.” Neither of us moved. The ice under us wasn’t visible, but we both felt it, thin in places, holding for now, but shifting with every new crack. Jordan reached out and tugged the pom on my beanie like he used to when we were kids. “Come on. I’ll follow you home so your mom doesn’t kill you for being late.” I nodded, climbing into my car before he could see the stupid sting in my eyes. As I drove out of the lot with his headlights steady in my rearview, I wondered how long we could keep skating like this, side by side, pretending the ice wasn’t warning us both.

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!'

Let me tell you, running on two-strap high-heel sandals was not something I had envisioned when the night started. The creature squeals in pain as Liam sinks his canines in one of its legs. Desperately trying to scuff him off, the monster wields its sharp velociraptor-like claws, viciously piercing Liam's wolf right paw, his painful whimper causing me to turn around halfway up the stairs. I shone the flashlight towards them in time to see Liam's golden wolf collapsed to the floor, and the sharp icicles spat in my direction by the creature. Throwing myself down the stairs to avoid the attack, I watch helplessly the whole door become a large ice block. Great, now we are trapped in here, with p