Badass Ice Names Novels & Stories

That alone felt strange. I was pulling off my gloves when somebody dropped onto the bench beside me. Hard. Loud enough to make half the locker room glance over. I looked up. The guy grinned immediately. Dark hair. Sharp eyes. Way too much energy for someone who’d just survived three hours on the ice. “You skate like you’re trying to murder people.” I blinked. “What?” The grin widened. “You heard me.” I stared at him. He stared back. Then he stuck out a hand. “Benito, Benito Leia.”

"I was thinking about the morning schedule. Practice ice at the Sky Rink begins at six." Jaxson let out a rough, dark sound through his nose—halfway between a scoff and a growl. He shifted his weight, rolling onto his side to loom over Liam in the dim, amber glow of the city lights. In the half-darkness, his rugged features looked severe, his dark amber eyes dilated until the irises were nearly consumed by a possessive blackness.

she says and leaves my room. I propped up the pillow nicely, lay my head down slowly, and closed my eyes. Not long after that, I started drifting off into the darkness… “I, Jake Currington, future Alpha of the Dark Moon pack, reject you, April Robinson, as my mate and future Luna of this pack.” Those words haunted me even in my dreams, and just like that, my eyes snapped open. Ugh, I knew what followed. I had lived it; there was no need to dream about it, either.

Bastet was standing in the middle of the ice rink smiling, but I didn’t think it that it was funny. “What the hell is wrong with you?!” I screamed at her as soon as I noticed everything around us was frozen. I skated to the ice to where she was standing, feeling very frustrated when she shrugged. “You keep on dying when you aren’t supposed to die! So, I will keep on bringing you back, until you get it right.” She smiled as though this was all just a game to her.

“Of course! We can’t let you forget how awesome you were!” Allie, the most assertive, folded her arms. “You were literally a goddess in the cyber world and a divine doctor! Daddy might have been the richest man in Country M, but you were a legend. The Ice Queen, your hacker pseudonym, made nations tremble!” Aria’s eyebrows lifted slightly. “Ice Queen?” “Uh-huh!” Artie bounced excitedly. “Your name is still on the international leaderboard. No one dares challenge you except Master Fu!”

Lani insisted. "Moreover, even if it's a boy, Ice Cream can still be a name. Can't boys like ice cream?" Lani challenged Kane, who nodded in agreement. Alright, whatever Lani said was right. "But I think Ice Cream should be just a nickname at home. We should still give our daughter a better name," Kane suggested. "For example, Pandora, Charlotte, Ermintrude, or Rachel." Lani narrowed her eyes at Kane, her expression unhappy. "You think Ice Cream isn't a good name? You don't understand the greatness of this name!"

“And now entering the ice—Lian Mateo Alonzo-Kensington! USA's rising dual-type sensation, Chicago's pride and even the pride of Filipinos. Fast, flashy, dangerously talented, and yes, Demidov’s favorite rival. With him, is his team Chicago Frost Titans” The crowd screamed so loudly that the rink shook. Kensington skated a slow arc, letting the wind magic curl around him as diamond shaped frost weave across the wind just enough to be dramatic. The cameras loved it, and the fans loved it. Yaroslav hated yet loved it at the same time. He hated how he has the perfect image as a magic wielder ice hockey player that he isn't but love him for how he shines on the rink and how Kensington seems to gl

Dammit, I'd like to know what it feels like to wake up in the morning and not have to worry about my safety. It's so haunting. I try to close my eyes for a bit, but my wolf is restless. It's incredible how even thinking about rejecting him makes me want to tear my own eyes out. Our bodies—or maybe our souls—want each other. Who would've guessed? The Alpha heir. The Ice Alpha, as he's called in the rink. The most arrogant playboy this pack has ever seen...is my mate. Me. Someone who's always been invisible and wanted peace.

Hot Ice: “Where are they,” I think, flipping my left hand and forming a fireball. Throwing the fireball, I set a shopping cart on fire. As the people run, some accidentally step onto the ice and slide around. A man screams as he slides right into the cashier’s counter. “They’re coming,” the boss replies, speaking through the earpiece he gave me. “Be ready, and remember the plan. To retrieve the flash drive Nitro lost.” “Yeah, yeah, yeah,” I say, flipping my right hand and forming an ice ball. Throwing the ice ball, it hits and breaks a t.v screen.

“Tell Dad, if he comes home that I am out in the pubs and tell him to not bother, I might hang with the pups tonight.” Ice Somber, is nineteen years old and devilishly handsome. He is an eye candy for his age, with dark hair and eyes that was as blue as the Caspian sea. However, he is a pain in the a** for his father. Standing five foot and eight inches, Ice is one of the local stars in the country. Not because he belonged to a very prominent family or a strong pack. He was a star in his own right. He races cars and dates celebrities and models as often as he changes his clothes and to top that off, he looks really good, rugged and smoldering hot. Suffice to say, he was ladies’ man and he wa