Romans & histoires Harry Potter Fanfiction Ice King

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.”

The promise of a future, messy, terrifying, possibly violent, cracked the ice around my ribs. “Will you at least tell me who this hunter is?” I asked, trying to sound casual. I failed. My voice wavered. He laughed, low and pleased, like a man who had just won a private duel. "Who else could it be but my beautiful Ice Queen. Mine." He took me in his arms then, leaned down, capturing my mouth in a kiss. Soft at first, then deeper. Hungry. Dangerous. My body responded with want and need. My ice thawed.

Wisdom shouted. “The king is searching for you!” Hella added and I stopped as they rushed up to me. “Is Jasper alright?” Wisdom asked me and I nodded. “The ice king wants you to stay here and will return for you,” Hella blurted. Shaking my head slightly I sighed softly. “The king is dead and Jasper is taking his body to his grandfather. He will return here in a few days,” I mumbled. Both witches covered their gaping mouths in shock. “Who is going to stop that psycho Ronan and his cousin Ian?!”

He was being himself for the first time in years, that too with his mate by his side. King stared at a certain location and secretly cast a glance at Ivy. Behind him was a store owned by a witch who deals with all sorts of herbs and he's certain that she will have a fertility drug. He wanted to get in there but the problem is, he doesn't know how to go about it without arousing Ivy's suspicion. Suddenly, his eyes caught an ice cream store and he dragged her towards it. “Do you want Ice Cream?” Ivy raised a brow at him, “Vampires take that too?”

"But that’s the thing about surgery, King. Sometimes you have to cut the person you love to save their life." The King laughed, a hollow, echoing sound. "Then let us see who has the steadier hand." He raised a hand, and the magma-well behind him erupted—not with fire, but with Black Ice. He was turning the very lifeblood of the Veins into a frozen wasteland. Solara and her warriors were being pushed back, the heat of their forge being snuffed out by the King’s presence. The children of the Cinder-Pack were huddled in the corners, their ember-hair dimming.

"Promise me... promise me you won't hate me after this tomorrow morning." Valeria, whose body was already completely wet with an overwhelming tide of desire, nodded frantically. "I promise, Julian. I promise. Just touch me." Hearing her final promise, the Ice King completely unleashed the beast within. He didn't waste another second. He bent down, scooped her up effortlessly into his powerful arms, and carried her the short distance to the giant king sized bed. He threw her down gently onto the silk sheets, her dark, straight hair scattering across the pillows like a beautiful halo.

Arth replied, still holding the orb and scepter. “By decree bestowed upon me as the High King of Galadhor, I now crown you … King of Glacia.” The High King slowly placed the ice crown on his head. Arth shivered, chills running down throughout his entire body. The crown was heavier than he had thought. “Now rise Arth Aragon the Frostborne, King of Crown Galacer, Ruler of Glacia and Protector of the Northern Realm … Long live the King.” “Long live, the King!” the audience said altogether and then they all kneeled, bowing their heads.