Harry Potter Fanfiction Ice King นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“If the late bastard Thane’s daughter wins the king's heart—or worse, if she turns out to be the king’s mate—we are fucking screwed. Four guards and a slave master were killed in the forest by the king, and she survived his rut. Doesn't that ring a bell?" “You need to relax your nerves, Lord Pericles,” Toran snapped again, growing frustrated by the constant reminder. “I know the risks and the worries, alright? But the king has promised us that he would crown her. As for the bitch being the king’s mate—that is entirely impossible. Her ex-mate, Alpha Kael, is still alive. So she is not the King's mate. Perhaps the king is merely… indulging. That is all.” Silence stretched between them before P

And how the fuck does he knows my name? “I’m not one of your puck bunnies, Axel Wolfe.” He smirked, “You sure? Because you are blushing.” “From secondhand embarrassment,” I shot back. His gaze lingered a second too long, and then he leaned back again, folding his arms. “Fine. Hit me with your best tutoring magic. Let’s see if the Ice queen is as good as she claims to be.” I stared at him, hating myself for being here “You really think so highly of yourself?”

But I don’t have to hide here, with him: My lover and toy. “Please, A stór—arrgh— I’m sorry!" Harry wails, so pretty scary, I want to fuck his throat already. “Shhh.” Yanking his hair, I press a finger to his lips. “I’m not your treasure. I’m your king.” Harry’s body flushes. Barely breathing, blinking. With the way his pupils dilate, I’m almost scared he’ll pass out. His head tilts, enough to call a nod. “Y-Yes..”

“If Colden is very, very mad. The Ice Monster will come up and slaughter all of us. Go there… not too late.” My gaze went to the Ice Pack. They were all enjoying the night, dancing, chatting, having fun. This would be ruined if一King Ice was clenching her hands, still gazing at Higher King Oswald and her mother. I could see his madness to his father. He masked that for so long and no one would notice. Not tonight. I saw it.

“One second he’s cold as ice, and the next…” “And the next what?” Sophie grinned. She hesitated. And the next, he looked at me like I was the only one in the world. But she couldn’t say it aloud. “Nothing,” she muttered. “He just… noticed me. That’s all.” Sophie laughed. “Careful. They say the Ice King doesn’t melt. Not for anyone.”

Close enough to see the stormclouds in his armor flicker with something that might be fear. Celeste (barely a whisper): “You want your sky back? Earn it.” I raise Hellebore Mist. The blade drinks the throne room’s lightning and glows white-hot. For one heartbeat, the King and I are the only two things in existence. Then he does the last thing I expect. He lowers his hand. The crown of black ice on his head cracks down the middle. Sky King (voice suddenly ancient and tired): “You are not what we feared.” He steps aside.

"They aren't terrified of me. They are terrified of the code." "It’s the same thing now," Maya whispered, stepping into his space until the fabric of her dark knit sweater brushed the rough linen of his henley. She looked up into his dark gaze, her eyes bright with that familiar, independent fire that had completely dismantled his defenses thirty days ago. "When you were the Ice King, they knew how to deal with you. They could offer you more money, or more shares, or a bigger seat at the table. But how do you bribe a man who has already walked out of the castle and given the keys to the kitchen staff?"

I was just an intern with a marker and a stupid, hopeful heart. Stumbling on the blue line, my boots were slipping but I was chuckling because now, the crowd would know we were beyond just intern and captain. "Jax!” I called blushing, I didn't turn to look at the crowd who were dying to be on the ice. The security personnels were already keeping them off zone. Jax turned, I forgot I had lungs. How he had grown from attractive to being gorgeous. There was sweat on him, blood on his lips...my poor baby, playing with that Viking Rhys really brings bruise.

I answered. Jealousy and rage flashed through Sean Noble’s eyes, and that pleased me deeply. “You tried to push me out, Sean, but what you don’t know is that I am the Ice King of this game, and you cannot change it,” I finished. Sean Noble ground his teeth in annoyance, but there was nothing he could do. “That doesn’t give you the right to eavesdrop on people’s private conversation,” Sean Noble said, shifting the conversation to where he would have the upper hand. “Worse, using it against them,” he added warningly.

He didn't look like a monster anymore; he looked like a twisted reflection of what I could become—a king of absolute zero, a ruler of a world that didn't feel. "Come home, little cousin," the King hissed, his voice a blizzard that rattled my teeth. He raised his hand, and the blue runes on the floor flared with a suffocating power. "The fire is a fever. The ice is the cure. Give me the vessel, and I will grant you a throne that will never melt". "I’d rather burn in her shadow than rule in your silence!" I roared, my broadsword flashing as I lunged.