Adventure Time Ice King Voice Novels & Stories

The moonlight hit the sharp line of his jaw. "I told her that if she ever speaks to you in that tone again—if she ever 'evaluates' you like a piece of livestock—I will move the corporate headquarters to Singapore and take the Wolfe name with me. She would be the queen of an empty castle." He turned back to me, and for the first time, the Ice King looked... human. There was a raw, jagged edge to his expression that I had never seen. "You think I don't see you, Amara? You think I don't know that you’re the only person in this entire, godforsaken house who isn't trying to steal from me?"

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.

I stubbed my foot on the hardwood floors as I fled, stumbling over the sweatpants that were too long on me. “You’re not going anywhere, Natalia.” Isaac’s voice was deep. Deeper than before. There was a thread of malice underneath it, too, and something else. Glee. The same kind of giddy glee that I’d heard way too many times in the Winter King’s voice. “HELP!” I screamed even louder.

*If only I could get the chance to see his face closer and not through the sanctuary of my room or far across the ballroom. Emily is so lucky, he thought, the words echoing with a quiet ache. His sister would be down there right now, shining under the lights, sitting across from the man everyone feared and desired. Alexander King Costello. The Ice King. The one whose name alone could shift the balance of power in any room. Aiden had only caught glimpses before, enough to know the rumors didn’t do him justice. Those deep blue eyes, the slicked back hair with those rebellious strands, the presence that made the air feel thicker.

He was still embarrassed that I had defeated him so easily. "Wait, did he call you "King"?" Greg asked in shock. "Oh, didn't you hear? I'm a king." I said, smirking with my long fangs and eyes blazing red. "Pick your jaw off of the floor, Gregory." I said with a chuckle. "You brought a mutt before us." Vladimir snarled. "It's not like you can do much about it." I said with a shrug.

Then I tried to lean in closer to kiss his jaw, but he suddenly grabbed my shoulders and shoved me back. “Enough dreaming!” he roared. “Wake up and undo the curse!” The raw volume of his voice shattered the warmth. My heart dropped into my stomach. Logan had never raised his voice at me like that. Not once. “Wake up?” I stammered, my chest tightening with instant panic. “Wake up from what?” Before the thought could even finish forming in my mind, a cold, freezing hand clamped around my bare ankle. The warmth evaporated. The smell of honey and coffee vanished, replaced instantly by the scent of pine, winter air, and...

I do sit, chin still in the air. “Would the current king care for some water? or maybe ice cream? Something to cool off.” “Current king? This jester–” He kissed me. In the middle of the arcade. My words get stuck in my throat. When he pulls away, up is down, down is up, and I’m certain my name is Thumbelina and I’m from the planet Yuke. “You’re so fucking hot when you get fired up.” he mutters, eyes watching me like I was the most musing thing he ever set his eyes on.

I dart in front of him, walking backward through the crowd, trying to catch his eye. “Is that a crack in the ice? I think the Ice King is melting. Come on, Zli. What do I get if I make you laugh after that shitshow?” Zli rolls his eyes, but his pace slows. “First I’m a ledger, now I’m an Ice King? Your metaphors are getting lazy, Ron.” “I think it’s fitting. You’re cold, you’re untouchable, and you’re currently ruling over a very small kingdom of one.”

The heavy iron doors groaned as they were pushed open, not by a hand, but by a localized blizzard. A man walked in, his armor made of translucent, blue ice that never melted. He was tall, his skin the color of a winter sky, and his eyes were two frozen sapphires that held no warmth. He didn't bow to Killian. He didn't even acknowledge the warriors who stood with their hands on their blades. "Alpha Killian Blackwood," the man said, his voice sounding like ice cracking on a lake. "I am Haden, the First Claw of the Frostbite Kingdom. My King, Ragnar the Eternal, sends his... curiosity."

JAXSON "Smile, Feya. People are taking photos," I murmured, keeping my voice low as we stepped out into the freezing air of the quad. "Smiling without a genuine emotional trigger creates an unnatural facial contortion," Feya said flatly, her eyes locked on the stone steps. "Observers will recognize the disingenuous nature of the expression." God, this woman. "They don't want genuine, Ghost," I said, slinging my arm over her shoulder and pulling her against my side. "They want to see that the Ice King hasn't lost his mind over a bad game, and that his genius girlfriend isn't dumping him."