Romans & histoires Harry Potter Fanfiction Ice King

"You stupid royal righteous prick! You don't deserve to rule us because you think you're superior! They are more of me, and we would come for you, and wipe you stupid hybrids from the face of the Earth!" "Correction" Axel said as his eyes grew brighter "We ARE superior" Then he mind linked to the twins. 'Kill him' The Icicle went through his heart as he was set on fire at the same time. * So I cried😂, God, I actually loved Kyle (because I love gays, but still), well, this is the end of the book, but I have one more chapter left.

"But I can't have you misbehaving. I made us lunch. Why don't you come and join me?" "No," Ariadne spits. "I'm not hungry." Harry checks his fingernails. They're polished and perfect and sharp. "Think about the baby." Ariadne shudders, feeling a wave of fear. This Alpha is just like Arthur. It's uncanny. It's terrifying. "The baby wants to eat coffee ice cream," Ariadne says coldly. "Not whatever shit you cooked up." Harry's eyes flicker to the pills in Ariadne's hand before he looks back up. "I'm a reasonable man. Coffee ice cream for dessert, but you still need to eat a real meal."

Alice snapped and immediately Moon’s bo-dy started shaking as the coldness strikes her,,her whole bo-dy was freezing Alice’s blue eyes glow even more when she remembered how Moon almost killed her,,she increased the cold,,Moon’s l-ips are turning blue already. Just then,Kingston came out and grabbe-d Alice’s hand “Leave me alone” Alice snapped coldly “You should learn how to control yourself when you are angry” Kingston said “I said leave me alone!” Alice yelled angrily,,her white hair turned blue Kingston grabbe-d her and ki-ssed her for-cefully until she calmed down,,Kingston broke the ki-ssand she came back to normal. Kingston moved to Moon who was still freezing He warmed her up and she

When the ancient dragon’s blood itself runs through you, how can fire be an issue? I look down at the shaft in my pants, glancing back at the woman on the bed. Now look at what you have done. Turning, I leave the room silently. “Speak of this to no one,” I command the healer. “Yes, my king.” she bows deeply as I silently disappear into the shadows of the castle halls. I lick my lips. The cut has disappeared and only the taste of her lips lingers… ----- XENDAYA. The taste of something deliciously sweet yet rich fills my mouth and all I know is that I need more.

Frost saw her deliberating with herself and took a moment of hesitation to stuff the package into her hands. "Check them out and see if anything is missing. I will get it for you before the ball." He said softly causing Vinca to give him a warm smile that set his palpitating heart on fire. He felt hot and giddy at the same time. The lce King was slowly thawing. ***** In a faraway country, a lady who was already exasperated looked at herself in the washroom mirror. The mirror reflected a stranger. Where once vibrant eyes sparkled, now dull orbs stared back, framed by a web of fine lines.

That's why I can't seem to understand what happened back there in the woods. Why was my Lycan clamoring for her? Why did my heart swell with a crazy urge to protect her? Why do I wanna rip off Elder Hamilton's mouth for suggesting she gets burnt alongside the captured rogues? Like fucking why? “Maverick,” A voice interrupted my thoughts. It was Elder Hamilton. The oldest and only elder in the Kingdom who could address me with my name and not have his neck snapped instantly. “Yes?” I replied gruffly, feeling irked by his very blunt suggestion of having her burnt alongside those vile creatures.

She sent a mental laugh through his mind, pulling a his heart strings. He snickered through her mind this time, smiling as he taunted her. "Liar ma petite and to clarify, I am a wolf waiting to pounce on my prey." He sent her a mental image of him smiling with all of his fangs out, his eyes aimed straight at her. She smiled to herself, she did not know what was going on but she was enjoying it. Talking to the King and taunting him was making the time go faster. It was rare in form to see the King like this.

The thought made me nauseous, guilt and horror rising fast even though it wasn’t me—not really. And the king… what did he mean by the target being the king? Then something clicked, a memory I’d casually overlooked in all the chaos. “Bree,” I whispered, voice small in the quiet room. “The night the king tried to strangle me the first time… why did he do it?” Silence stretched so long I thought she might not answer. My heart pounded, dread building with every second. Finally, soft and reluctant: (You were using your ice powers to freeze his heart. But it was Leka, not Kael. His eyes were completely black.)

“My name is James. I am the head butler of the Goven family. Your grandfather has been searching for you for years now.” Dukia couldn’t speak, she was just gawking. “He regrets everything that happened,” James continued, holding the umbrella above her head, “more than you can possibly imagine. He would like to apologize and beg for your forgiveness. He would like to give you what is yours.” He brought out a picture from his breast pocket, Dukia took it with trembling fingers. A little girl of about six years old, grinning on a swing. Her father’s hands pushing her from behind and her mother waving from a garden chair.

JAXSON "Smile, Feya. People are taking photos," I murmured, keeping my voice low as we stepped out into the freezing air of the quad. "Smiling without a genuine emotional trigger creates an unnatural facial contortion," Feya said flatly, her eyes locked on the stone steps. "Observers will recognize the disingenuous nature of the expression." God, this woman. "They don't want genuine, Ghost," I said, slinging my arm over her shoulder and pulling her against my side. "They want to see that the Ice King hasn't lost his mind over a bad game, and that his genius girlfriend isn't dumping him."