Ice Scream Rod Novels & Stories

Soon, everyone knew that a woman named Esther Wilder was about to marry Leon. ... Tristan saw the video of Leon proposing to Esther. It was the middle of the night. The house without Esther seemed empty and lifeless. He couldn't fall asleep. The truth was, it had been a long time since he'd had a good night's rest. That night, as he scrolled through his phone, he saw the whole internet buzzing over a proposal video. The moment he clicked on it, his blood ran cold. The thumbnail was Esther's radiant smile. It had been so long since he last saw her smile like that.

she said her voice sounded unsure though. Cassia pressed the metal rod against what was left of Eira’s arm. Eira’s back arched off the table like she was getting an exorcist the minute the rod touched her skin. The sound was worse than the smell. A wet hiss that grew softer then revved back up when Cassia picked it up and moved it to cover the unburnt flesh of Eira’s arm. The smell of burning flesh filled the room, invading my nose. I sat there motionless, unable to look away but shivering and growing nauseous. Even as Eira’s scream grew quiet and she limped, her head lolling to the side, I still stared.

Marcus screamed. Not the controlled grunt of a soldier absorbing pain. A scream. Raw, animal, involuntary. The conceptual friction ripping through his density field spiked from three hundred seventy terawatts to nine hundred in less than a second. The cables connecting him to Katherine's amplifier turned cherry-red. Two snapped simultaneously, whipping across the egg chamber like electric eels, gouging crystallized trenches in the floor.

"Oh, mister, you don't have to be so fierce… I'm scared!" Just a moment ago, her face had been savage, and now she was smiling like a flower. The sudden shift was almost unsettling. A supersonic steel rod shot out in a flash, aimed straight at her. Though her body was on high alert, she couldn't dodge or block it. The rod pierced her skull, reducing her to a splatter of red and white like a shattered watermelon across the snow. Ray unleashed a gust of icy wind from his otherworldly storage space, swirling the snow into a blizzard.

I could feel his grip on my wrist tightened that made me arched. “Dancing? You saw it right?” I retorted in a sarcastic tone. I noticed his face darkened. “Don’t bullshit me, Kelsie," he burst out. “I’ve been tryin’ to contact you for a hundred times but you disabled your incoming calls," he was raging in anger. "Then to find out that you're in a fucking club with that piece of clothes and dancing like a whore," He was infuriated. I slapped his face and I felt like my hands numbed because of too much force. He was accusing me beyond the limit.

“What the hell was that?” Scott asked as he and Jo turned from the sound the scream had come from and made eye contact with one another. “It was Cass--but I don’t know why she’s screaming,” Jo said. She took another glance at Ryker and saw that he seemed to be recovering from the cuts in his arm and the pain from the Transformation serum. She started heading in the direction that the scream had come from as she asked both Cass and Zane, “What’s going on?” over the IAC.

The talons grab the scroll and without a moment to spare, the eagle flies away. The predatory nature of the Siren never lost the focus of the struggling elf. It brings a sense of joy once they see the undead step on each side of the living. The captain’s right arm rises in the air. An open palm extends, and roots slowly start to break through the armored limb. These roots grow thicker and soon enough burst through the metal. The mangled arm explodes open which splits the appendage in three ways. From the wound itself, a wooden spike launches forward stabbing in the back of Rodin’s neck. Rodin dies immediately and the undead sits there like frozen in time. Both bodies are now covered in the

She screamed out from the pain. Rodin turned towards Xenia's cry, and the brown werewolf took this momentary distraction to lunge for him. The brown werewolf bit Rodin's neck before Rodin used his front paws to claw the brown werewolf's stomach. It let go, only for Rodin to clamp his teeth around the werewolf's neck. Roding shook his head wildly before the sound of the brown werewolf's neck snapping echoed through the woods. Then, with one last swing of its head, Rodin threw the dead werewolf over the cliff.

She's panicking and her eyes are teary. “No, no! Please! Please don't call them! I don't like there!” I cried. “I don't want that place! THAT PLACE IS A HELL! DO YOU… DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME!? YOU ARE NOT GOING TO F*CKING CALL THEM!” As I said those words, my head starts spinning and then I moment later, I heard a voice. A woman's voice. It's shouting hysterical and you can hear the broken sound of the things she’s throwing out.