Badass Ice Names Novels & Stories

Ice gave me a pointed look. “I’m trying to make sure the world is a safer place and their mother isn’t in danger.” I challenged her back. “We really have only thrown names out there but we haven’t had a serious conversation about what to name them.” Penny said, trying to defuse any tension. “Ice, if you want to name your daughter Adalynn, that’s fine by me.” I tried to sound as neutral as possible. “Are you sure? We can look at other names.” Ice looked at me uneasily. “I’m sure. Adalynn what?” I asked. “Adalynn Grace.”

For an old grumpy man like him to admire someone, that person must be so amazing. "I'm not sure if you heard her name before but she was the Legendary Archmage who froze all the northern land of the West Continent, defeated thousands of armies just by herself, and made a terrible snowstorm in the middle of the month of Fire (July). She was entitled as The Ice Goddess and Hellen of the Iceland.” Wow! That was such a cool nickname and title. She must be pretty strong and powerful. And it wasn't a shock that I didn't know her because she was from the west continent, it was only natural.

“She’d know.” “Naw,” Ice said, his cold blue eyes showing a rare glimpse of humanity. “Let’s fly solo on this one, boys. Let’s get the… musical spinning thingy."

I told him that I would think about it, but maybe I could handle it all who knows? Isaac looks at me with a grin. “Sooo, have you thought of names yet?” he asks me and I sit back, thinking about Sebastian and my conversation a few weeks ago. He wasn’t happy with the names I chose and I wasn’t happy with the ones he chose. It was like a total rollercoaster ride, so annoying. I groan, “Sebastian wants Ingrid if it’s a girl and Leonardo if it’s a boy, but those names are GHASTLY!” I moaned, complaining about the name choices, but this time I was doing it out loud. Isaac blanches and makes a vomiting gesture. “I, on the other hand, like the names Esmerelda and Marshall,” I say with pride, but Is

“ Deal! Now carry me. Please.” My left knee pressed against the soft snow as she jumps unto me, her soft giggles sounding in the air, making my heart flutter for some reason. Her arms circled my neck, her legs curling around my waist, her warm breath hitting my neck. “ Now let's go! Don't forget to carry Ice.” “ Who's Ice?” “ The dog obviously.” “ You named it Ice?” “ It's my dog, I can name it whatever I want.” “ That's true but why Ice?”

His eyes were already searching for the only person he came to the Hillary campus for. The moment he found him, his name slipped from his mouth like a quiet promise. “Noa.” His gaze locked onto the one thing that always gave him away. The bold letter C represents Captain, which was stitched proudly onto the chest of his jersey. Even from across the rink, he stood out effortlessly. He moved across the ice with calm precision, every stride smooth and controlled. His turns were sharp, his stops clean. When he passed the puck, it traveled exactly where it needed to go without hesitation.

I want to punch him, kick him in the balls, and maybe take a baseball bat to his head. He smiles that arrogant smile at me that I absolutely despise. "You know you're my favorite toy, Ice." Ice. Short for Ice Queen. In middle school, the delinquents started calling me that. I didn't go out on dates, I didn't talk to boys or bothered hanging out. Apart from school, cheerleading, and Alyssa, I didn't care about anything or anyone else. Ice Queen became Ice in high school, and ever since, every fucking boy in a twenty mile radius has been trying to break me. I've become a challenge now. Even seniors are asking me out.

"I am not staying here long. You know that." He suddenly looked tired, almost drained. "What do you need to know again?" The look of resignation didn't fit any Alpha so I cast my eyes to the floor as I spoke. "What else can you tell me about them?" Emerett sighed. "The second group of rogues call themselves White ice." My brows furrowed. "White ice? That sounds oddly specific." Emerett laughed. "That is because it is." "They call themselves White Ice because their leader had white hair. His hair rivals the color of fresh snow and as if that wasn't enough, his wolf is a pure white wolf."

Ice "What the hell are you up to, Ice? You see, what have you done? What are you going to do now? You're such a tweak douchebag. If you want to join or swim, all you have to do is ask. What is happening to you? Don't you dare lie to me, Ice. I know you have a huge crush on Maxi. But what I don't get is why are you acting like that? Never say that you're trying to be loyal. I know that you have lots of flirts on your phone. You like her yet trying to push her? What the heck, Ice?"

Our designated section, which had been a lonely island of support, is suddenly inundated with a pack of fans larger than I ever realized we commanded. They aren't just cheering; they are howling in a rhythmic, unified chant. A group of supporters holds a massive banner that reads: LYON’S KINGS RULE THE ICE. Another cluster of rowdy fans in neon Stormbreakers gear displays a sign: KNOX-OUT POWER. There is even a group of spectators who have superimposed my face onto a classic Alpha-wolf silhouette with the caption: THE ONLY LEADER FOR THE PACK.