Badass Ice Names Novels & Stories

"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.

“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

“And besides maybe he was in a bad mood that day.” Beside them, Austin snorted. “Nah. Do you know what they call him? They call him the Ice King. Do you know why they call him that? Dude’s got no heart. He’s like borderline evil.” Cassie blanched. “The Ice King is Felix Callahan?” “Oh, so you’ve heard of the Ice King?” Diana asked. “Well yeah,” Cassie said. “I don’t live under a rock. I just didn’t know that the Ice King and Felix Callahan were the same people.” She lamented.

I saved my comment for later, right after he drills me. I figured we can't be seen cause he already turned the glasses opaque. I was about setting my gown loose from my neck... "Don't take that off, i want to fuck you in that" he stroked his penis. The iciness in his voice lived up to his adopted surname, Ice, which he'd named after me. "Take me in" he flashed me a grin.

I smiled, "enjoy your soup Alex" "you're lucky I'm done bro, that was my favorite soup" I pull my phone out of my pocket and type search Kiss skaters "hmmm"I said to my self I make a few swipes and switch to the boy team " yoo the finals to the nationals is tomorrow man and I heard we're up against is it Kiss ice academy or something " Alex said lighting a cigar "they're up against us Alex know the difference" I said trying to ignore the fact that he's smoking few minutes to rehearsals " yh whatever man, you know what I heard yeah, one of the females skaters yeah is drop dead gorgeous and she's like really good skater" Alex said dragging and puffing literal weed on my face " what about the m

Not too strong—vodka soda, clean and safe, the kind of drink that wouldn't impair my judgment too quickly. We stood awkwardly for a moment, two strangers connected by nothing more than a brief transaction and the mutual recognition that we were both playing roles we might not entirely understand. The music pulsed around us, creating a rhythm that seemed to demand movement, but neither of us seemed willing to be the first to suggest dancing. "So, mystery girl," he said over the music, leaning closer so his voice would carry without shouting, "what's your name?" I hesitated, caught between honesty and the growing sense that tonight was about becoming someone else entirely. Then: "Emery."

Jumping off the table, I reach out for the flashlight I dropped, but before I have the chance to, Liam pulls me back behind him, his chest rumbling with a threatening growl. -"Whatever is down here with us is pure evil, Beatrice." Blizzard's voice resonates in my mind. Even though I am wereless, I am not spiritless. Blizzard is the Ice Phoenix I inherited from my mother and the reason why I am a walking ice-making machine. My mother was able to master his abilities with ease. I, on the other hand, struggle with each snowflake. -"Bea, I need you to lock yourself inside the fridge. How fast can you input the key code?" Liam asks, his hand keeping a tight grip on my wrist.

“Just your brain being stupid.” But the feelings from the dream wouldn’t leave. The way his lips felt. The way he said my name. It scared me more than any big hit on the ice. I couldn’t like Toby that way. I was Alan Voss. Hockey captain. Going to the NHL. Guys like me didn’t have dreams about other guys. I needed to prove it. To myself and to everyone. The next morning I texted Sarah, one of the girls who had been asking me out for months.

Ruelle asked, she never told him and she knew there would be no way for him to know what her middle name was. “Elise,” Killian replied immediately. Ruelle's jaw dropped when he answered, but she thought she gave him an easy one. “That was easy, anyone can know that,” She said. “What's mine?” Killian asked, a brow coming up as he waited for an answer. “Okay.. not anyone can know that then. Next question,” “You forgot to drink,” Killian said and Ruelle groaned loudly. “Would you let me if I say I don't drink?” She asked in hope.