Vektal Ice Planet Barbarians Novels & Stories

Suddenly I noticed someone in my peripheral vision and looked to my left to see Blake intently watching me. After reracking the barbell, I removed my headphones and looked up at him as he spoke. “Damn, that’s hot.” He came over and began adding up all the weights I’d placed on the barbell. “Holy shit, you squat 320 pounds?” While werewolves were naturally much stronger than humans, this amount was still impressive for a female werewolf, and I knew that. “I’m about to go to your house and convince your parents to let me recruit you as a warrior.”

He added it to her plate of other food. While she ate, Viper went back to the control room and took the ship off autopilot. They were coming up on Heghlan. A planet much like earth. The Vegetation there was good, and the prey were a small threat. Not too much. He would land there and allow her to get her own trophy if that's what she wanted. He'd also get her some more Jaga fruit, which they grew all around the planet and stock up on meat.

She knelt on the deck, her hands pressed against the carbon-fiber hull. She projected a thin layer of Non-Newtonian Ice across the surface of the water. Unlike the brittle ice of the Arctic, this was a viscous, gel-like frost designed to absorb vibration. "Step on the frost," Elara commanded. "Don't jump. Don't run. Just breathe." The Feral Six moved onto the water, a line of shadows traversing the harbor. Kael walked last, his internal heat dialed down to a simmering ember, the steam from his footsteps instantly muffled by Elara’s ice.

"Open fire!" The Vanguard soldiers—the true zealots who had willingly sworn loyalty to Malik—raised their weapons. Some had scavenged military assault rifles; others readied their own lethal Star-Code mutations. Plumes of fire, bolts of raw bio-electricity, and a hail of lead tore across the trench. Baraka didn't even flinch. He stomped his right boot onto the edge of the asphalt. He unleashed the kinetic energy he had just absorbed from Kael’s tornado, directing it downward and across the gap. The shockwave didn't shatter the ground; it rippled through the air like a localized tsunami of solid pressure.

My back arched slightly off the furs, and I heard him make a low sound in his throat, something between amusement and something rougher. "Lucian," I breathed. "Yes?" "I hate you," I managed, though it held no real heat at all. "Really? Because I hate you barbarians more." He said in a harsh tone. I did not have a response for that, not with the way his mouth moved lower, and not with the way my thoughts scattered every time he found some new place to press his attention.

she snapped, “I need to get back the shop before the boss has my head. Is this about the Bloody Barbies again?” Bloody Barbie was the nickname Maria gave to the murders ever since she’d gotten involved as a suspect. It was an apt name. Each crime scene that had been investigated was painted red with each victim’s blood, and in each one there would be a bloody doll left behind (though, not exactly a Barbie), no less than three feet away from the body.

He had been trained to rule and fight since he was young. Rumors have it that the current Alpha had pushed a young Sirius towards a group of Vampires to fight them off, the vampires were in blood rush, meaning they were even more stronger than their normal strength. It was almost impossible to survive but Sirius was pulling out the vampires' hearts in a blink of an eye and crushing them. Kent and his gang didn't need to be told twice before all of them shuffled away. Sirius glanced at the figure which was still lying down. He made his way towards June and squatted down.

“I guess I have to go,” I said quickly. I foolishly took steps at a normal human speed. As a result, Justin managed to stop me again and get in my way. “Are you a wolvire?” Justin asked suddenly. I looked at him confused. “My name is Bara, not Wolvire.” Justin patted his forehead like he was out of mind because of my foolishness. “I mean ‘wolvire’; stands for wolf-vampire.”

This was the last topic he wanted to talk about. His father, Khal Anubis, King of the Wildings and deadliest demon alive, had disowned him years ago, just because he refused to claim his throne as the demon prince. While he lived in isolation, he received news of his mother's death. Thane Bowen murdered her, and in return, Khal slaughtered almost all the lycans and took Naomi as his prisoner. Kieran burned with vengeance towards the lycans for so many years. He built the Nightshade Pack and became the Alpha. His brutality in dealing with enemies earned him the name, Barbarian, Savage Alpha.

“Come on, little wolf.” Papa’s eyes locked on mine, wild with the firelight and something deeper a terror id never seen before “Aira,” he rasped, gripping my arms. “The alpha leading them is Kael Draven. Say his name. Burn it into your mind.” I nodded, frozen. “He’s the one who leaves no survivors. Packs whisper his name like a curse. His known as the Ice wolf. He was betrayed once in his pack his parents and siblings were slaughtered and he was left with nothing.