Harry Potter Fanfiction Ice King Novels & Stories

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.

Writing about him was the pleasure of writing about a person who is fundamentally generous and who has to learn, over the course of three hundred chapters, that his generosity is not the same as the absence of need. Alexander was harder. He required patience — from me, and from Elijah, and from every person in his orbit who could see what he was carrying and waited for him to put it down. Writing the Ice King meant resisting the temptation to soften him prematurely, to give him warmth before he'd earned the giving of it, to let him off the hook that the hook was necessary to hang on for a while. His opening is not defrosting. It's a slow and deliberate and costly dismantling of a specific ki

"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 floor was icy cold beneath his knees. Kael couldn’t move a single muscle as he stared at the portal; now closed as if it returned to its slumber. His eyes fixed steady. His only heartbeat challenged the sound of the howling chilly wind, slow but strong, pummeling against his chest. What just happened? He could hear voices echoing inside his head. Kael Denvorn, the King’s Guard, Protector of Ice Crown, and Divine Knight of Glacia, had failed once again. The biggest failure he had. The worst one.

Icarus said, reaching to his inkstand. The king sighed, looking every inch of his old age. "Your choosing begins in the next month, you must put a stop to your reclusion and accommodate them." The king looked at him with tired eyes. "One of them would be the next queen to the ice kingdom." After that, he departed the office, leaving Icarus to burn a hole through the door he exited. The door opened again and the witch walked through. After a little curtsy she knotted her hands before her and looked around the office, everywhere but at him.

Join Aimee and the Aces and Eights for some good MC drama, or dream with no boundaries as the Baku guides your sleep at Ravenclaw-you are only limited by your imagination. The following series is called Fire and Ice. The first book is about Adrastus and how he came to be the King. Join him on his journey before April was even born and learn why he earned his title of the forsaken one. Please leave a review at the end of the book, so I know how you're feeling. THANKS!! Fire and Ice part one: Adrastus the Forsaken one. Molten lava warmed the skin of the old ones, bathing in the furnaces. Scales alight with flames as the legends made flesh reveled in their mighty forms.

"I can totally see that! He probably had a spreadsheet for his toys, too." "Oh, absolutely," Lucas replied. "He's always been the 'Ice King.' But honestly? Seeing him actually lose his cool because of a 'Wildcat' like you... it's the most entertainment I've had in years. You're the first person who doesn't just bow down to him."

Her purple lips move as if speaking, but nothing can be heard. Reaching out, I place a hand on her arm and immediately feel the darkness that is consuming her begin to race up through my veins, turning them to ice in the process. Hissing, I try to ignore the urge to pull away as I continue to absorb that which is ailing her, but before I can take away enough to relieve her suffering, a man with glowing red eyes appears in my mind. “What?” I gasp, watching his lips twitch into a smile. “What is…”

"This is an exchange, king, not a robbery. If you want my power, you can't hold back." Violet dove in, sensing Curzon's resistance as she delved into his shadows. Ghosts emerged, the last wisps of the Monarchs empowering Curzon. Chione's essence waved gold before Violet. Flames warmed her feet—the remnants of Queen Rabiah. Vines choked out the fire, showing King Kasimir's influence. Violet waded through it all until she found nothing but cold. It seeped into her bones, freezing her heart. The chill etched itself onto her skin, creating a blanket of lace. Violet wrapped the cold around herself and pushed it into the great hall.