Iceberg Piggy Novels & Stories

“What are you going to name it?” I looked down at it, and it stared back into my eyes with its grey ones, panting heavily. Grinning, I remembered how it was attacking the farmers so madly when they had tried to touch it. Like a zombie. Now that I thought about it, it made me giggle. The sight of a little pig trying to kill three full giant farmers. “Frankenswine.” I giggled, “let’s name it Frankenswine.”

"The last one actually succeeded, you know. She was named a Chosen Mate. It broke the Grand Luna’s heart for months. It was so long ago... I forget her name. But I remember how she looked when she died." Serena’s smile widened, showing teeth. "Have you ever seen wild boars feed?" Liuying was like a bird with a broken wing, shivering violently. "People think pigs are docile vegetarians. But they aren't. They are omnivores. They eat anything. If it falls into their trough, it becomes food. Chicken, duck, fish... meat." Serena stepped closer, her shadow falling over the girl. "They eat pork, too. Sometimes, if a piglet falls into the feeding frenzy, the adults will eat their own young."

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.”

Piggy shrugged before going to sit on the furniture he sat on earlier, “Its impossible, even if you change your name, your hair colour won't change I'll still call you Violet.” Violet eyes drooped, then she laid flat on the bed, fast asleep. Piggy laughed, “She doesn't even ask anything about me yet she's comfortable with me. Weird” He stood up from the furniture and walked towards Violet. His smile widened when he saw Violet chew on her mouth. She must've been hungry— “What are you doing Fatty?” Fatty jumped, surprised by the caretaker sudden appearance.

Out of nowhere, a talking piglet with small white-colored wings came to their table. “Fish n’ chips with one glass sherbet,” Cent replied without looking at the menu on the table. Matilda followed suit, “A fifty-year-old brain and water.” “On it! Please wait for a few minutes!” The crew snorted before flapping her tiny wings as she trotted away from their table, heading to the table nearest to them which was ten meters away at least. Cent’s curiosity-laden gaze that followed the flying piglet was cut off by Matilda’s antic – waving the pamphlet in front of her face. “Hey, girlie. Do you have a copy of this already?”

Peta had run as fast and as far as he could but he had been caught just like all the rest. The rest of the night he had spent with the pigs, terrified they would grow hungry. Ilyria saw Thassa eye the snuffling pigs though he had closed the gate quite securely. The pigs were definitely hungry now. The giant pigs of Idixat were known for their sweet. tasty meat but also for the voracious appetite that led to their enormous size. There was an old story about an Idixat pig that had once been used to taste the old Mogul's food to test for poison. Though the pig was fine, the Mogul died of poison. The pig was slaughtered and everyone who ate the pig also died. No one knew if the story was true, b

"Oh my gosh, Cassandra! What the fuck, seriously? Is that really his name?" "Yeah," Crayvin answers. He clears his throat and adds, "I got a hold of the son again. I just wanted to find out any information about him, like shots and such. He said everything was current and that Piggy here was his father's baby. He, uhm, named him Piggy after his favorite movie character in The Goonies." Tarra's shoulders slump and she nods hesitantly before rising back to her feet. My eyes hold their focus on Piggy, with his dark eyes looking back at me. I didn't notice it before, but there are small gray hairs around his eyes, revealing his elderly age.

○|￣|_ Ah, but seeing the little one looking at him like that… his heart felt as if it was drowning in sugar ಥ‿ಥ❤❤❤ …ah… forget it… …He’d just use his power to compress the food in his stomach… Levi suddenly stopped mid-bite, ‘Wait…! If I eat this much, would my cabbage think I am a pig???’ Blackie, who could see what was happening under the table, found great amusement in all this: ‘Hehe, why did you stop eating piggy? (¬‿¬) What? You can’t be thinking that if you eat less, you won’t be a pig? Hah! A leopard can’t change its spots, a pig can’t be any less of a pig even if it goes on a diet!’

"Oh, you're here. How'd you get in?" I plopped down on the floor. "Through the door." "Established," she replied before shoving the pack of Paqui chips in front of my face. "Want some?" "Wow," I drawled, taking one chip from the pack. "Katherine Alyssa Marie Montgomery is offering me her food willingly. I think I just saw three pigs fly." She rolled her eyes in response, before shoveling a chip into her tub of Neapolitan ice cream. I stared as she shoved the ice cream-coated chip into her mouth.

Drake murmurs, dropping yet another spoonful of sugar into his already overly-milked coffee. “I need a pig.” His hand freezes mid-air. He blinks at her, frowning. “A pig?” She nods with total seriousness. “Yep.” “And why, exactly, would you need a pig?” She sighs like she’s been waiting her whole life to explain this. “Because my wolves need a challenge. Goats are too slow. Pigs are smarter, and they’ve got more meat on them. My wolves will enjoy hunting them. So, I need more than one.”