Frozen Fanfic Novels & Stories

He charged at me with all fury but I flee over and landed behind him, tried to kick him but he caught my leg and wanting to throw me off board but. Not so easy as i roared frost on him turning him into sculpture. I knew it wasn't gonna last do I walked to kick him when a missile hits my Jet causing me to lose my stamina. The Ice melts from Nicklaus body and he smiled wickedly. Yeah, Morgana's frost or icy kiss are nothing to him. I'll just waste a kiss as he has the ability to melt it off. Trying to regain my stamina, he grabbed me off the jet and we kept exchanging punches in the air until we crashed on the ground.

Chapter Four: Home Ice The drive back to his apartment passed in a blur of red lights and clenched teeth. Jax kept the windows cracked, hoping the cold night air would cut through the fever haze. Instead, it only made the slick between his thighs feel colder, stickier. He shifted in the driver’s seat every few seconds, muttering curses under his breath as the leather creaked beneath him. His gear bag sat in the passenger seat like an accusation still reeking of the rink, still carrying faint traces of pine and smoke.

"Then come and get me." Rourke stared at me for a long moment. Then he laughed. "The half-blood has teeth," he said. "Let's see if they're sharp enough." He lunged. --- We fought on the ice, beneath the stars, beneath the lights that danced across the sky like fire. We fought with claws and teeth, with strength and will, with everything we had and everything we were. And somewhere in the chaos, I felt the bond pulse. Felt Stellan's strength flowing through me, felt his love lifting me, felt his hope burning brighter than any prophecy, any war, any choice.

In my previous life, such a baseless insecurity drove me to take the blame for him, and I ended up frozen to death. In this life, my real sister had already stopped me from returning to my biological family for his sake. Yet, he ruined himself by convincing himself of his status as a victim and even executing the same script. I didn't sympathize with his reason. The sight of his tears made me nauseous. "Are you done?" I interrupted, breaking the moment. "Be prepared for your summons at home. Now, get out of my sight." I did not stay to watch their reactions. I turned around, returned to my office, and slammed the door shut behind me.

"That's impossible!" However, Michelle was already panicking in the corner. Noticing her distress, Melvin stepped forward with faux concern. "Honey, you look pale. Is something wrong?" Michelle scrambled to close her banking app. "Darling, the finance department missed a payment to a client. They need it urgently, so I was going to cover it myself, but my account seems to be frozen. Could you transfer me 150 thousand—" Before she could finish, Melvin interrupted coldly. "I'm the one who froze it."

The prospect of disrupting their fragile reunion became an exciting game. A sly, triumphant grin adorned my face as I imagine the chaos, the wreck of concealed secrets that promised to dismantle their delicate connection. Armed with this deadly knowledge, I eagerly anticipated the moment to assert control, ready to tip the scales and manipulate that damn bitch. Through gritted teeth, I muttered to myself, "One way or another, Freya will have to meet her demise." The venom in my words echoed the festering jealousy within me, a poison fueled by the cruel twist of fate that made Freya even more beautiful.

"'YOUR' only lead, not ours. You should stop reading those Twilight novels. Next thing, you'll say Taylor Lautner entered your room in the night and whisked you away in his big strong arms." "Stay out of my fanfiction, Dorian! Knock it off!" Maddie growled and punched him on the arm. Scarlett blinked at the thought, Maddie reads Twilight Saga novels? And mostly, she favored werewolves over Vampires. Typical fangirl. But then she wondered if she could ask her if she had the Midnight Sun edition. "Well, I hypothesize that they're an extraterrestrial race posing as humans and they're looking for more hosts," Zack exclaimed.

Shards of oak and iron showered into the cellar, followed by the blinding white glare of flash-bangs that turned the room into an inferno of sound and strobe-light chaos. Aiden didn't wait. He didn't scream or run. He simply let go. He allowed the "Frozen Heart" to cascade through his veins, an avalanche of absolute zero that surged from his feet and slammed into the ground. The cellar floor, the walls, and the incoming silhouettes of the Silver Moon Lancers were instantly entombed in a layer of jagged, blue-tinted ice. The screams were short-lived, silenced by the flash-freeze that turned lungs into brittle glass.

" Think, Caleb. Crack it open." The trail markers had been covered in ice.I had been wearing my heavy red winter coat. The memory expanded, and I had heard deep cursing from the bushes.The wind was blowing hard, and Eliot twisted his ankle on the trail. “Your hands are freezing,” Eliot had whispered. “Then warm them up,” I had muttered. It wasn't a polite request. It was a challenge. A dare. I was Caleb Foster. I didn't lose games, and I didn't back down from things I wanted. And looking at him right then, flushed and shivering in my passenger seat, I wanted him.

Chapter 55: Frozen in Net The arena was still buzzing with disappointment as we skated off the ice. We had lost 3-2. My fault. One moment of frozen hesitation in the third period had cost us the game. When Callan took that heavy hit along the boards, the sharp, stabbing pain from his old injury had slammed through the link like a freight train. For one terrifying heartbeat, it felt like my own body was being crushed. My glove hand twitched. My knees locked. The puck slipped straight through the five-hole before I could react.