Adventure Time Ice King's Crown Novels & Stories

There are times I don’t know what’s going through the mind of my own sister, “Which one? Of the Enchanted Forest?” “Oh no! Silly,” She chuckled, “For the ice king,” There was a haughty look on her face, “He’s set a high price for anything that can warm him up.” I folded my arms and took a deep breath, “And you think your potion will work?” “If it does, it’s good for both of us,” “Milia…” I sighed, “The ice king is famous for being cold.” “I like the challenge.” She hummed, “Now that Miers will be leaving, I need something new for fun.”

I recognized him immediately. He looked at me with open appreciation that he made absolutely no effort to disguise. "You picked the wrong garage if you're hoping for conversation. The Ice King is not exactly known for his hospitality." That grin widened. "You're welcome to borrow mine anytime." "LJ," I said. "And I'm here to work." "Shame." He stepped slightly closer. "Offer stands, beautiful. Don't let the statue freeze you out completely." He was obvious and he knew it and somehow that made it funnier than it should have.

Edward said to, Eamon takes out the necklace, which was on his neck, and gives it to Edward, while the king brought out another necklace similar to it, but it is purple “What are you doing, are you going to use the Darkness Necklace?” “ the Ice Soul and the Darkness necklace , they both have great energy, why are you considered an imperial shield?”

The two of them looked at us with disdain, so Ray explained that he had sent our crowns off to King Benji to have them polished, cleansed & re-blessed before our coronation. The King seemed surprised that the wolf king would trust the witch King with such a task, so Ray explained that the wolves & witches had an alliance that stretched over a century, which had only gotten stronger with the mating of the Wolf Timekeeper King & the only daughter of a witch Timekeeper King, which in turn resulted in me, a hybrid Timekeeper Queen.

"Is there an echo in here? I thought we established this in the ballroom." "It’s a joke. It has to be," Nathaniel said, pacing the small area of tile. "He’s the Ice King, Tiffany. He doesn't date. He certainly doesn't date decorators who shop at vintage stores and live in walk-ups. He’s using you for something. Some PR stunt, maybe? Did he hire you to pick out curtains for his office and decide to keep you around as a mascot?"

"I want him to lose everything slowly. The election. The title. The respect of his pack. The love of his people. Then I want him to know you chose me. His replacement. His enemy. The man he couldn't defeat. I want that look on his face when he realizes. That is my price. That is what I want." "And after?" I ask. "When the fifteen days end? When I have the crown?" "You annul the marriage. Keep me as advisor if you want. Send me back east with a handshake and a check." He shrugs, like this is nothing. Like we are talking about the weather. "Or keep me. Your choice. I don't need to be King. I just need him to not be." I look at my hands. They still have flour from the cake. Red velvet under my

"Stay here." Before she could react...he disappeared around the corner. A loud crash echoed …..someone cursed. Heavy footsteps ran in the opposite direction. Moments later...Kaizen returned alone..Breathing hard. "They're gone." Nyra stared. "What happened?" "I gave them something to chase." "What?" He smirked for the first time in days. "A lie." **** The Forgotten Cabin Nearly three hours later...The city disappeared behind them. Concrete became forests. Traffic became silence….. Finally...Kaizen stopped beside an old wooden cabin overlooking a quiet lake.

The door opened. Aurelion stepped inside, already dressed in dark formal attire that emphasized his height, his power, the authority that radiated from him without effort. But when his eyes landed on me— The king vanished. His breath caught. And the dragon stirred beneath his skin. “You are…” He stopped himself, jaw tightening slightly. “Going to faint?” I teased gently. He huffed a quiet laugh. “Magnificent.” My pulse fluttered. “You’re sure about this?” I asked softly.

Sanctioned means no one touches you—unless someone higher says they can. Caelric steps closer. “Where is the token.” The attacker’s eyes flick down, terrified. Soryn’s grip tightens, and the man whimpers. “Pocket—inside—” Caelric reaches in and pulls out something small. Metal. A coin-sized medallion. Even from across the room I can see the etching—too clean, too official. A crown shape. A vertical line through it like a blade. My blood turns cold. Caelric’s face doesn’t change, but his eyes harden into something I’ve only seen right before people disappear.

“He wanted to make sure we knew what you had gotten yourself into.” I felt myself pale at her words. I swallowed my panic the best I could. “What exactly did he tell you?” “That Alexander is the Ice King,” she said. “That he’s been acting in the Roguelands to hinder the Northern kings intrusions into our kingdom, but doing so in a way that’s not strictly legal.” “Apparently he’s been doing this since he was a teenager,” my father added with a tone of disbelief. “Tell me, did you know all along?”