Iceman Mutant Novels & Stories

Kill mutants level 1 to gain Crystal. So my first fight was a mutant, he jump from the tree and runs fast to target. Let's compare my power to mutant level 1, he punch directly, but nothing happens to the monster, but got a slap from the mutant. Strong indeed, System! State panel mutant. Tink! State panel release. Name : Mutant Level : 1 (Class : Z) Strength : 10 Vital : 25 Agility : 5

Purple blood leaked from its arm. A mutant.

"I can totally see that! He probably had a spreadsheet for his toys, too." "Oh, absolutely," Lucas replied. "He's always been the 'Ice King.' But honestly? Seeing him actually lose his cool because of a 'Wildcat' like you... it's the most entertainment I've had in years. You're the first person who doesn't just bow down to him."

Mr cutter held out his hand for me. 'You too Mr cutter." I smile before taking his hand in an handshake. "Now if you will please lend me your date." Selena says to Xavier before dragging me to a group of guys. Three to be exact. "Guys this is Pari." She points at me. "And Pari this is jack and Zack." She gestures to an identical twin, one blond and the other dark haired. "And this is Bentley." She points to the last guy, for a moment I thought he is Xavier, he has the same eye, hair and body shape but he's features are gentle, unlike Xavier's.

[Gill Hendrickson] [Status] Name- Gill Hendrickson Age- 18 Race- Mutant Title- None Class- Swordsmen Element-Water Level 87 [Contaminated Human] [Artificial Lycan] [Andrew Wattson] [Status] Name- Andrew Wattson Age- 18 Race- Mutant Title- None Class- Swordsmen Element-Fire Level 86 [Contaminated Human] [Artificial Lycan] My brows furrowed naturally. This was the first time I couldn't see the status of someone who wasn't a few ranks above me.

Then I spoke again, too calmly this time, "I'll kill myself, then. I swear, Dice, any chance I get, I'm going to kill myself and my blood would be on your hands. But you're used to it, aren't you? You're a murderer, my blood being in your hands wouldn't change anything." Dice laughs, it's empty. "It's cute how you think calling me a murderer would make me mad or anything. Let me explain it this way. You're a woman, aren't you? It's what you are. It's part of your genes. I'm a murderer, it's what I am. It's part of my genes." I moved back to lean against the wall. "Kill me, Dice. Unless you intend to hold me here forever, because I'd die before I agree to be called yours." I spat. Dice growle

He leaped across the ten-foot trench, his heavy obsidian boots cracking the pavement as he landed among the disoriented Vanguard troops. A radicalized mutant whose hands were covered in highly corrosive acid lunged at Jabari, aiming to melt the teenager's face. Jabari ducked under the wild swing, but he remembered Baraka’s code. Disable, don't destroy. Instead of driving an obsidian fist through the man's chest, Jabari grabbed the mutant by the tactical vest, spun him around, and slammed him face-first into the side of a Humvee. The impact knocked the man out cold instantly.

Melanie said after Ludo switched off the lights. Ludo said nothing. She was thinking about the bearded man and what he could do to her parents. She thought about Mr. Jabulani. Even though she didn’t know him that much, she knew he was a good man. He had warned her about the Hamuumbu’s and dying like that because of the people he worked for was cruel. “Ludo are you asleep?” Melanie asked. “I’m trying to sleep but with you talking I don’t think I can sleep,” Ludo answered irritated.

Worry and fear were etched all over her face, and before I asked her what was wrong, I caught a shadow from the corner of my eyes. My eyes narrowed at a tall, mysterious-looking man standing by the door behind my dad, who at first I thought was Hunter. But when I looked closer, I realized it was not him, but the spitting image of Hunter Ysrael. No, the original image and father of Hunter Ysrael, Alpha Marcus of the Cruelcrest Hounds pack. He was wearing all black, from the bulky leather coat, black slacks, to black ankle boots. Anyone would mistake him as a nightcrawler if he keeps popping up in the shadows. But more importantly, what is he doing here?