Harry Potter Fanfiction Ice King Mga Nobela at Kwento

Anticipation thrills through me as the last piece of my clothing is removed, and I turn, utterly naked in front of him, the King. Tai’s eyes are nearly unrecognisable, a dark shadow having passed over his irises, full of need and desire like nothing I’ve seen from him before. They pass over every part of my body, thorough in their exploration. I don’t flinch though, letting him look, a smile touching the corners of my lips. "I can't tell if this is a fever dream or not,” he murmurs. I run my hands over my hips. "It's just a naked body."

He smiled at the look of joy on Tova’s face as she held up the clothing. “Go put it on,” I said, a smile playing across my lips. She looked at him and gave him a dazzling smile before skipping out of the room. I watched her go and then turned back to Birgir who had a huge grin on his face. “What is that look for?” I asked, busying myself with some papers that had toppled. “The Icy King has thawed,” he chortled. I threw a paperweight at him. With a shout of laughter, he ducked and it hit the stone wall, shattering.

Jane It was so easy I could see myself doing it to the others but they turned to me. They were not happy. The king turned to me before raising his hands up. I suddenly felt the air in my body rising up to my head but I zipped around fast enough to get out of his hold. He was not an alpha like a wolf, he was an alpha like a witch. He had wolves, humans and witches working for him. The wolves blitzed into me as we crashed through the walls of the house before I was punched into the distance.

“Say one more word and I will break off your nose.” I continue, ignoring her threats. “Besides I’m not dropping out, I’m transferring… if you’ve ever heard a word like that in your pathetic life. And I bet, you’ll finally be able to sleep well at night now, knowing fully well that River is no longer chasing after me. “Well… good-luck… I heard the Prince of the BloodMoon is a playboy, so you’ll definitely have fun choking on his cock.” Choking on his cock?

I whispered, my voice hoarse from screaming his name. Nikolai withdrew his fingers slowly, bringing them to my lips and forcing me to suck them clean again, tasting the salty mix of his seed and my own arousal. “Because I wanted to. Because this body was made to be claimed by me. And because I enjoy breaking strong women like you. You came here thinking you would seduce the Ice King. Instead, the Ice King has decided to keep you.”

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.

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.