Harry Potter Fanfiction Ice King Novels & Stories

Being knocked off of his feet and thrown into the fiery pits of hell, is not what Andre Kim expected to happen this hockey season. Show up, slay the ice, take home a championship, have recruiter eyes on him next year as he graduates... It's perfect. A seamless plan even, except it’s all up in flames when his eyes land on the most gorgeous man he’s ever seen in his life. Andre isn’t naive, he is well aware that there are countless beautiful people in the world.

He descended from the throne and stepped closer to Astrid, who was kneeling and lowering her face. “Rise, My Child. No need to kneel,” said Albus with his voice echoing on the wall of the ice palace. Albus knelt and took Astrid's arm gently, and helped her to her feet. He smiled gently at Astrid. Albus's gray eyes stared kindly at Astrid. His gaze was so deep it seemed to hypnotize Astrid not to take her eyes off him. The man's face was so handsome and charismatic. His aura carried a mysterious calm. Albus tossed his long, straight platinum blonde hair. He then unfolded the paper fan and swung it slowly. His all-white outfit with embroidery of gold and silver threads made her look majestic,

Both of them rode their horses and went to the castle. Robert mallow came down from his horse likewise king Aruso, they both faced each other and began to fight. Suddenly, king Aruso disappeared with his voice echoing with a sound of laughter. Robert mallow who was not scared held his axe with boldness looking around in searching for king Aruso. Suddenly, king Aruso used his magical power by sending ice to Robert Mallow. Robert Mallow turned into ice and couldn't move where he was. With a lot of effort and stress, Robert mallow hit the ice with the axe and a thunder came out from the axe. The ice broke down into pieces. King Aruso was so surprised to see that, he sent more ice to Robert mall

Through the heat, I force out words and I close my eyes as I moan when his lips descend on my neck, teasing and nibbling. “Oh goddess. Why won’t you get off me.” I try to push him off, in the midst of pleasure and he looks down at me with hooded eyes. My back touches the headboard when I shift backwards but he drags me back to himself by my ankle. “I am the king, Minerva. That means what I say goes.” “Well, you can go fuck yourself or better yet, let your other mate do that for you.” He climbs over me with his hands on each side of my head.

He wasn’t used to rejection that wasn’t fueled by fear or strategy. This one had been… clean. And somehow, that made him want her more. He hated that. On the ice, he could dominate. He could control outcomes, crush opponents, bend narratives to his will. But Sheila Feint? She was untouched territory. And for the first time in a long time, the Ice King was losing control of the game.

“Waiting… for what? To tear me apart? To kill me? Or… or to make me his?” Bella tilted her head, her expression grave. “All three. And none. That’s how the King operates. He doesn’t negotiate. He doesn’t ask. He takes. And yet…” Her voice softened, almost wistful. “…he protects. And that is something you have to understand.”

"Take the companies. Take the house. Take every cent in the Vane vaults. But don't look at me like that. Don't look at me like I’m a stranger. I looked down at the dark, thick hair I had tangled my fingers in during the hours of our most intense passion. I felt the heat of his body, the physical strength that usually overwhelmed me, now reduced to a desperate plea. "You knelt for me to prove you were mine, Xavier," I said, my voice trembling. "But a King who lies to his Queen is just a traitor in a crown." I reached down and forced him to stand, my fingers digging into his shoulders. I wanted him to see the "Ice Queen" he had created.

Then I tried to lean in closer to kiss his jaw, but he suddenly grabbed my shoulders and shoved me back. “Enough dreaming!” he roared. “Wake up and undo the curse!” The raw volume of his voice shattered the warmth. My heart dropped into my stomach. Logan had never raised his voice at me like that. Not once. “Wake up?” I stammered, my chest tightening with instant panic. “Wake up from what?” Before the thought could even finish forming in my mind, a cold, freezing hand clamped around my bare ankle. The warmth evaporated. The smell of honey and coffee vanished, replaced instantly by the scent of pine, winter air, and...

It was like layers of unbreakable, thick ices in winter. Cold. Emotionless. And deadly. Sean cringed under the elf king’s expression, fearing today might be the day he would say goodbye to the world. "Forgive this human for having a poor memory, but I don't even remember what I said a few minutes ago. Haha." Sean faked a laugh, hoping to lift the mood somehow. Oswin leaned down until their noses lightly touched before he tilted his head to the side and whispered in Sean's ear with a voice that sent the latter weak in the knees from a mixture of unknown feelings.

I nodded as he opened the door revealing two blocks of ice with the previous rulers, Senya's parents frozen within them. I walked around to the front of the fireplace, their eyes frozen open. "Who exactly do you presume has done this, Senya?" "Well, it's ice and the only one we know of that has ice magic other than Barinor would be…" He stopped talking for me to piece the pieces together. "This isn't magic, and it wasn't my brother." I say looking at the square blocks. "How do you reckon?" He asked crossing his arms, as I took a glance at him.