Ice Hunter Arc Novels & Stories

They climb into the SUV, “what about my brothers?” “They will be fine; I don’t think you should stay to see what is about to happen.“ Lucifer loosens the button on his black silk shirt. The leader of the harder livings, known as Ice, is bald-headed with bright blue eyes upside down cross between his eyebrows, teardrop tattoos on the corner of his eyes, and a dagger tattoo on his neck, six feet tall, two hundred pounds, wearing army pants and sneaks with a sleeveless top. “Mr. Morningstar, Sir, we never realized this was your place; we will cover all cost of damages to your property, Sir.” Lucifer's eyes become darker as Ice is unable to keep eye contact. Lucifer's appearance scares the life

] [Possible Job: Carrier, Savior, Protector, Heart Filler] [CAN DICE: ACCEPTED] _______ KircheLeaf Arc 1: Enchantrix Race! _______ ~END of CHAPTER TWELVE~

he said, the threat clear. "My career?" I barked a laugh, my fangs beginning to ache, pushing against my gums. The urge to claim what was mine was fighting with the cold logic I needed to survive. "I am the Ice Reaper. The fans don't care who I date. They care that I win." "They care about the curse, Horace!" Azriel shouted, finally losing his cool. "You paraded a blonde girl in front of the world. Your mother is sitting here trembling because she knows what the pack did to women like her then.

Pretend I was sick and avoid another round of “Look who’s trying to fit into jeans again.” *Knock knock.* “Harriet! Come down for breakfast or you’ll be late!” my mum shouted from downstairs. Her voice cut through my thoughts like a blade so I yanked my shirt down, exhaled, and gave my mirror self a flat stare. This was me. Hi. I’m Harriet Avery. Female, if that wasn’t obvious. Seventeen. A Senior at Crestwood High—a hellhole politely disguised as a school, ruled by hockey gods and the spray-tanned cheerleaders who orbit them like glittery little moons.

The truck came into view, buried under a layer of snow, and I couldn’t have been happier to see it. “I’ve mindlinked some men to come clean up the mountain,” Marcus said as he brushed snow off the windshield. “With the human dead, the police might come to investigate. “We wouldn’t want massive wolves and bodies scattered around when they do.” Riley climbed into the passenger seat without a word, while Ronan and I slipped into the back. “We already have werewolf hunters on our case,” Marcus continued, pulling the driver’s door open. “We wouldn’t want the damn world hunting us too.”

Reyna- After I spoke, he released my wrist and stopped walking. “This map hasn’t been made to the public yet. It is still under development and will be released later in the game. This is the only place in the game where we can speak without being discovered.” I didn’t know what was more surprising, the fact that he actually responded to my question, or that his response was proof enough that he was indeed Luka Alder, the CEO of Wolf Tech, and the creator of Arcane Realm.

Complained Nadine. "I could be able to help you with that. When you spot your first lycanthrope, I need you to get some drops of blood from it. I'll use that to prepare a charm that will warn you when lycanthropes are nearby. But to get your first lycanthrope, you have to trust your instincts." Madam Yvonne said. "Most hunters die from fights with lycanthropes. We have to counter that. You'll need a gun with silver bullets, a silver sword, a huge vial of mercury and silver armor." Madam Yvonne checked the items off on her fingers.

The hungry looking rogues circled us, smacking their lips together and growling. Rachel pulled me into her and let out a kick to one of the rogues. She was a great fighter while I just stood their like a useless idiot. Picking up a long stick beside me I poked one of the rogues in the eye making him yell out in pain. Buying myself a few more minutes to think, I found myself wishing I could reach Ben by mindlink. "We're coming. Don't worry." His voice filled my mind and I squeaked in response. How the hell did that happen?

He heard some snickers but felt them land next to him as Ash stared at the village, a psychotic happiness filling him "Well, this would be fun" "No" Axel said "No burning them" "Icicles then?" "No" He said "There are going to be Villagers in that Pack I bet. We don't want them seeing the sky raining icicles or people suddenly combusting" "Hand to hand combat then?" Ash's eyes were even brighter then. "I am afraid so little one" "It would be a terrible thing to soil my dress" Asteri said with a sigh "But for our sister in law" He smiled "Good"

They stare at my unmoving stone face and hear a promise that the hunger will end. "The Watchers come to archive us," the False Aria croons through the speakers. "They bring salvation from the rot. Lay down your iron. Extinguish your static. Accept the Archive, and the North will never know the cold again." I thrash against the internal firewalls of my own mind. *Kael! Kill the audio! It’s a hack!* Inside the server core, the blue waveform of the Administrator slams into a wall of black, necrotic glass.