Adventure Time Ice King's Crown Novels & Stories

He had his black hood on to cover his face and red eyes, as the people might get suspicious. After waiting for almost half an hour, the High King finally finished, now walking towards the man holding the white pillow where the blue crown had rested. The Ice Crown of Glacia was made of Everfrost Stone, the most valuable mineral in the north, even more valuable than any diamond, as it had been formed for thousands of years in the glaciers, and it would never melt. The High King gently held the crown with both hands, then walked towards the back of Arth’s seat.

They mourned him and continue to do so. Someone had to take over now that the King was gone, and the young Crown Prince is doing an excellent job of carrying on his father's legacy. He's skilled at making snap decisions, and he's a natural leader. Not to mention that he's quite attractive. Anastasia isn't the only girl in the kingdom who fantasizes about him. When she sees him pass by, she can't help but steal a glimpse at him. If word gets out that she secretly admires the Prince, she'll most likely be beaten to death, but who can blame her? Despite the fact that he is rumored to be engaged, Anastasia smiles sheepishly whenever his name is mentioned. Even if he isn't enganged, a maid and a

The children of the Cinder-Pack were huddled in the corners, their ember-hair dimming. "Mama! We can't hold the heat!" Ace cried out, his hands trembling as the cold began to overpower his volcanic spark. "Stay back, Ace!" I shouted. I lunged at the King. Our blades—his of pure, frozen shadow and mine of thermal-violet quartz—met in the center of the bridge. The shockwave blew the steam out of the cavern, revealing the true scale of the disaster. The King wasn't just here to kill me. He was here to "Plug" the Veins.

Blood issued from the slit of his skin, and it hovered in the air. “Do you, your majesty, give the throne to your heir, your son?” The priest approached the king. “Yes,” he said, almost instantly after the priest’s statement. The king’s wrist also suffered the same fate, and his blood stretched in the air with Vladimir’s. The priest stood in the center of the hovering blood, whispering incantations. After a while, the blood glided toward each other until it combined, forming a liquidize ball that was gleaming horrifyingly with the brightness of the sun. It pressed and knot itself, forming and deforming at each second that passed, until with a pop, the blood transformed into a tangible object

Narrator" King Amadeus stops for a moment When he suddenly feels a strong power that is so familiar to him. They were on their way back to their dimension when he felt that. Airlea was in his hands carrying it like it was nothing. After the witches cast a spell to make Airlea sleep and all of the people in their surroundings. The king picked Airlea, leaving all of the witches of fire, while thinking ‘they must be thankful cause I wouldn't take them with me. Like I always do. Now that I have my girl all I need to do was to find Troy and kill’

"I’m the one who stayed behind to bury the trash." He raised his weapon, his finger tightening on the trigger as he stepped back into the fog. The "Ice King" was reclaiming his throne in the frozen heart of the mountain, and he didn't care if his heart exploded, as long as he took the "Masterpiece" down with him.

Behind it waited a chamber filled with stars. Not reflections. A sky beneath the sea. The silver link around my wrist tightened. The passage wanted me inside. Raiken fought the pull and grabbed my arm. “Stay back.” The false king reached through the widening gap. Its fingers lengthened toward the Tide Crown. I drove my marked palm against the centre of the seal. The door burned white. NAME THE CROWN. “Ayamira of the White Tide.” The carvings shook. The door stopped opening. The false king’s hand froze inches from my face.

“We can’t stop the signal from here! It’s connected to the building!” 18... 17... 16... I held Leo and Julian as tightly as I could. The numbers changed from green to bright red. I looked through the gate at Alexander. He kept hitting the steel with all his strength. Blood covered his knuckles. The Ice King was gone. He was only a father trying to save his sons. “Alexander, do something!” I cried. Tears ran down my face as I kissed the boys’ heads. “There has to be another way!” 10... 9... 8...

The city lay cradled between stone cliffs and frozen pines, cloaked in mist and moonlight a neutral ground carved from old treaties and older blood. Even here, I could feel the tension in the air. Wolf-shifters moved through the streets in wary silence. Some bore the white tattoos of the Highland Clans, others the storm-gray brands of the South. They nodded as I passed, respectful, but wary. I was Frostfang, northern royalty and a healer in a world that only valued warriors. My wolf stirred beneath my skin. Something is wrong, Nemphis whispered. I didn’t answer. I couldn’t afford to listen to instincts, not here, not now. I looked up and admired the Hall.

“Is there any way I can help?” Oh fucking shit! I snap my head up, eyes blazing to tell to get lost when a thought drops in my mind. It's been more than a week here and I'm sure Nerissa is planning on keeping me in here for as long as possible just so I won't disrupt her government. I can't possibly stay here forever. Father needs me, the ice hockey tournament is approaching fast… no, I need to get out of here. And there is no other way to do that other than to take Damon's advice. I need to order him to dispense the army with the king's seal in his possession. I need to become king.