Fanfiction Frozen Novels & Stories

“You look feverish again… and there’s that strange sweet scent on you, even stronger tonight. The Frozen Ballroom’s magic can be overwhelming. If it stirred something you can’t speak about yet… I still trust you with my whole heart. You’re my dearest friend. We have so many more nights of celebration left. Let’s enjoy the rest of the waltz together, side by side.” Elara could only nod, another thick trickle of Kaelen’s warm cum sliding slowly down her inner thigh beneath her gown as they moved back onto the ice floor. The portraits carved into the icy walls leaned forward with knowing smirks. One whispered for Elara’s ears alone: “Still leaking Daddy’s cum while you dance with his trusting d

“I need you to portal me to Alaskan Pack.” “That’s my girl. Right away, Luna,” Zarah said proudly. I walked into Frye’s territory, which was windy and freezing cold. I completely forgot I was now a human, and in a few minutes, I would get frostbite and turn into an icicle. “What the hell are you doing here in the middle of the night in freezing weather alone?” “Alpha Frey, I need your help, and it’s kind of an emergency. I’ll tell you everything. Will you help us?”

But how could a faulty freezer, left unused for years, still be capable of freezing a living, breathing Luna, who was a warrior with top-tier combat ability, to death? As the discussions raged on, another revelation surfaced. Someone claimed that Kenneth had done this for the woman he loved, that he had frozen me to death just to make room for his true beloved. Kenneth was furious as he read through the online posts. He snapped pictures of the accounts and the slanderous comments, sending them all to his secretary. "I hope you're not the one stirring up trouble behind my back!" His secretary only replied with an exasperated emoji and said nothing else.

The breaking of ice and the snow fading away, her gaze diverted to the ground, the snow now was frozen, it looked like a frozen ocean. And she saw herself banging hard on the frozen ice, her breath seemed to be running out and Snow panicked, she tried to help but couldn't. The hitting and smashing of the ice but it didn't budge, her replica self drowning and Snow eyes widened, the frightened look in replica eyes and she stretched her hand. Her hands passed through the ice and Snow's whole body was sucked in, the ice closing instantly. Snow panicked and her replica hands fiercely hitting loudly on the ice, but no one was there to save her.

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.

Then he was gone. Freya remained bound, gagged, and blindfolded against the ice wall — thick cum leaking down her trembling thighs — forever changed by the stranger who had completely destroyed and claimed her mind, body, and pride in the heart of the Arctic night.

Wide-eyed and frozen. "What's wrong with her?" Ana finally asked after a moment of silence. "Quick! Grab her before she is unfrozen!" I strode toward her and then grabbed Rania's shoulder. Ana finally understood what had happened. "You froze her!" "Yes, now we are going to drop her in her precious well," I announced, then lifted up her body. "What! You can't!" Ana cried. "She is evil, Ana. There's no time for sympathy. Don't worry. She is a fae, so she won't drown to death or anything. This way, she will be trapped inside and won't bother us anymore," I said and pushed her down the well.

"This is not simple frost. This is witchcraft." "How would you know?" Lukas muttered from the floor, still rubbing his throat after what had happened earlier. "Because I read, Lukas, not just growl," I shot back without looking at him. "There was a record in my mother’s library about the northern clans, Rowan. The curse called Frozen Breath. If you use fire against it, you only speed it up. The flesh will crack from the heat." I knelt beside the sentry. My hands trembled, but I took a deep breath.

Persephone growled, burning one of them. “Seems like this, dammit.” Zen hissed, his arm was already injured but he barely managed to save himself. “You guys go ahead. I will deal with it. Take Tristan away before he loses his mind again.” Freya said, holding her sword firmly, licking her lips in electrification. Near death experiences made her excited. She stabbed her sword in the nothingless, casting a spell, “Frozen!” Ice began to emerge from the ground, freezing the barghest surrounding them. Persephone used her flames to stop the ice from reaching them as they continued to run towards the other side.

They stripped me bare and tossed me in the cold room. It was the day after Genny's birthday. Cute little one-year-old, right? Until someone dumped ice water on her. Fever hit fast. And guess who they all blamed? Me. Helga came swinging, screaming, yanking my hair. Sandro Vaitti? Didn't even look at me. Just, "Why'd you hurt my kid?" I hadn't. He hung up on me. Next thing I knew, I was locked in a cold room for twelve hours. So cold I couldn't even blink. Thought I was gonna die in there.