Vektal Ice Planet Barbarians Novels & Stories

Victor grunted but the joke fell flat considering how much he had grown to love being the Alpha of this pack. He still loathed being called that just as much as I hated the title Luna but the positions fitted us well. "Can you imagine what this pack would end up like if you do that," I balked, feigning outrage, "you might come back and find the whole thing burnt to the ground."

I said as I pleaded with him with my eyes. “My name is not Gavrael, it’s Zephyr.” That was his only response before he gave the command for his army to attack. As the first wave of the beasts advanced, I raised my hands and they shrieked as I blasted them off with pure light. The beasts behind that first line paused, not daring to step away from the dark shadow surrounding them into my light. The first line that I blasted was nothing more than specks of dust now. “That was just a warning shot.” I growled.

I lied, a lie my mother alway told me to tell. Kent’s handsome face twisted into a smile. I should have hated it because I knew he meant it to be evil, but it made him even more handsome. It seemed playful rather than menacing. At least to me. “Max—“ he snapped his fingers again and the wolf came closer to me. He circled me like he did Marianna and as he did, my mother and Marianna joined the circus. “Jezebel, what are you doing here?” She yelled. “Alpha Kent, she is—“

Instead, she asked Marcus, "What are you trying to say with this?" Marcus replied, "My dear, I just wanted you to see the top-selling live streamer on this platform. Watch and see." Skeptical, Katrina looked at the tablet. The streamer counted down, "One, two, three, link up." Immediately, the number of orders in the live stream skyrocketed. In less than ten seconds, five thousand lipsticks were sold out.

This time, enough to make my world come crashing down. It was as if time had stopped and my vision was some sort of roller-coaster. "Here, Estaban" The officer remarked. My knees weakened at the terrifying sight of the swart colored vehicle, -marked with the worst of abbreviations. I halted sharply as I felt my wrists click in the hostage of a pair of handcuffs. "It's dangerous. You have no idea about the life of immigrants, this is risky" She said. "Don't. Ever. Let. Them. See. You!" "ICE?" I shrilly whispered. To be continued... 

I would never hurt my own kind unless threatened. Stralath nodded. Bobby stepped towards the wide window. "I need space, so I don't hurt anyone. Observe. And please don't kill me." "Don't waste our time." Stralath waved a hand. Bobby pulled up his sleeve and extended his right arm. A long bony blade shot from his wrist, and everyone stiffened. "This is our barbed spike. It's a little different from the barbed creatures on this planet—ours is made of a stronger material and can cut through most prey or enemies."

"Aria! Wait up!" He's smiling broadly as he approaches me. "Everything okay? We haven't spoken in a while. I always see you around, but you always look...busy." "I'm fine. You? Big game today." "Yeah." He scratches the back of his neck. "It's kind of a big deal. Moonveil...they're fierce. See how many medics they have?" "I was wondering about that, actually." "Yeah. They fight, not play. But we have the best medics in the world, so I'm not worried." He punches my arm lightly and his touch lingers, staring on the spot right next to my left breast for a little too long before his hand drops to his side.

"Okay, here goes. The people from Vaal are called, Vaals. They are strong people who are very close to their families. They tend to have many children. Their planet is the largest out of everyone's. They have brown skin and dark brown eyes. They look very similar to you, Zuri. They have three participants in this Harvest. The three are brothers who fought in a battle together. They killed all of their enemies and protected one another... I haven't met that many Vaals so I am not too familiar with their personalities, but Zalu says they are passionate and quick to defend. Next up... The planet Cok is sandy and the people that come from the planet are called Coks. They are all tan in color, l

And the moment they did, Mona knew. He knew something was wrong. She quickly plastered a smile across her face. "Hey." Kane didn't smile. He walked toward her, pulled out the chair opposite hers, and sat down. "What's wrong, princess?" The sincerity in his voice almost broke her. Mona looked away. "I've been thinking." "About?" She swallowed. "Did you know vanilla comes from the actual butt of an animal?" Kane stared at her. Mona gave him a tiny smile.

The battle for the First Mother’s Cradle did not begin with a roar: it began with a silence so profound it felt like the world had simply stopped breathing. As we stepped onto the crystalline plains, the Ice Weavers did not move like wolves; they glided across the frozen surface like ghosts of a dead era: their skin as pale as the Antarctic moon. I stood at the center of the Vanguard: my Tempered Heart beating a steady, defiant sixty beats per minute: its solar enzyme casting a protective golden warmth through my veins. Beside me: Killian was a pillar of slate grey muscle: his silver eyes scanning the silent ranks for the first sign of a strike.