Harry Potter Fanfiction Ice King Novels & Stories

I tried to run away again, but Dice still held me down, even if he'd removed his fingers from inside me now. "Leave me alone!" I cried, my cheeks blazing hot. "What's the problem now, princess?" His voice was rough. I slammed my fist on his hard chest which was only covered with a fitting T-shirt and accused, "I told you I wanted to leave! I just peed on you and... and..." I trailed off, begging the ground to open up and swallow me whole now. The traitor never did. Dice planted a kiss on my collarbone. "So innocent." He muttered. "You did not pee, princess. You squirted, and it's the sexiest sight I've ever seen."

He could only fall on the ground, hugging his body while he writhed in pain. Phyros ignored him and turned to Alf who started to be frozen. “Alf…” he called, his voice soft as he held her cheek. Ice crawled to his flaming hand, putting out the fire. “Alf…” he called, yet no one would answer him. He smiled as he planted a kiss on her cold lips, then closed his eyes as the ice finally covered his body, still holding Alf. The ice from the two figures crawled towards the ground, then covered the whole kingdom.

Home is the thing he didn't know he was looking for until he found it, and once he found it, he recognized it immediately, because it was the thing he had been missing since Dom died, since before Dom died, since he was a child learning that the safest way to live was to want nothing too much. --- The Ice King. The headline that had been used five years ago, the profile piece in the business section of the Times, the photograph that had captured him in the penthouse, standing by the window, looking out at the city with an expression that the journalist had described as "inscrutable" and that his mother had called "that look you get when you're trying not to feel anything." The Ice King. The

"You're a partner. And partners should be... comfortable with one another. To keep the act convincing." He leaned in closer, his forehead almost touching mine. For a second, I thought he was going to break the rule. I thought he was going to kiss me right there, in the dark, amidst the scent of scotch and the weight of our secrets. I wanted him to. That was the terrifying part. I wanted the Ice King to burn me just so I could feel something other than fear. But then, the spell broke. A phone vibrated on the marble counter—a harsh, buzzing sound that cut through the tension like a physical blade.

"That doesn't make him royalty. It just means he knows how to skate fast and hit people with a wooden stick." Trust me, I know the jerk loves to do that. "And Cedric is the second," Ivy added smoothly, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper as she leaned in even closer, her eyes flashing with excitement. "The second Ice King. Except he's the dark, brooding alternative to Zephyr's aggressive, loud perfection." My hand froze entirely on the rag. The sudden mention of Cedric's name sent a sharp, unexpected prickle of awareness straight down my spine. "Cedric?"

Blushing, I throw my face in my hands as he laughs heartily. With a smile on his face, King Harvey opens the door to the King of the North’s kingdom. A violent blast of cold air assaults us as King Harvey guides us through the walkway. An icicle bridge greets us and King Harvey sighs. “Quick steps, gentlemen!” He calls over his shoulder as he picks me up and cradles me to his chest.

The king shook his head; he couldn't believe what Frenya was going to do either. The king looked at the fire in the dragon's throat that slowly began to spurt out—the dragon's fire breath. "No. I am a Harlow. That damn dragon won't hurt a Harlow. Even if it was another Harlow her rider ordered her to do so. I am a Harlow," thought the king. Slowly, for a fraction of a second, Frenya opened her mouth wider and wider, and more and more heat came out of her throat. "Even if the dragon meant to burn me, I've already drunk the blood of that witch's whore. I am as immune to fire as she is."

She was always the one who tried to push me into the arms of some guy! I was slowly starting to notice the differences between this timeline and the previous two and all I could do was hope that in the end everything would work out. I met with Alex and Max afterward and all I wanted to do was go ice skating, but I couldn’t. I gathered the pack to inform them about Daniel and my decision, and as with his pack, there was some resistance. I explained about the spell we found and I could feel the tides turning. I knew once I told everyone about the spell, things would change.