Harry Potter Fanfiction Ice King Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Is your lycan acting again? Didn't you scent her? She's a werewolf. You can't bind a werewolf. You're the Lycan King." Finally. Someone who was reasonable. I only hoped he would be able to convince his king to let me go. If he did that, then the Moon Goddess would forever be on his side. At least, that's what I told myself. But there was a deadly silence for a while before the Lycan King finally spoke. "Novak." His voice was so cold and filled with such distaste that even I felt cold shivers run down my spine. "What are you?" he added.

I don’t want to feel that way again. The door clicked shut again, and I glanced over my shoulder. “Are you done for the night?” I said, recognizing Isabella before she spoke. “Just one more round,” she said, leaning on a shelf. “You should’ve seen the guy at table 3 trying to flirt with the ice bucket.” I laughed, shaking my head while dipping another glass in water. “Next, he could start professing his love to his glass.” Isabella smiled. “At this point, if we put his brain in a bird, I bet it’s going to fly backwards.”

Everyone watches us in awe, and the things we are capable of. I turn the rain, falling over him into large chunks of ice. He can't handle cold like I can. His flames lose their spark because his hands are drenched, too. I trap him in a cage of ice next. His hands are tied, and so are his feet. The crowd gasps. They know I'm leading, and it's time for me to make the final move and kill their king. The mood in the arena is solemn. I don't do it, though. I draw an ice sword and slam into the ground, showing that I'm calling it quits.

“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."

’ *** Under everyone’s gaze nearby, The Great Icebound Spell that Alex had activated instantly froze the old monk. Brr! The old monk’s body turned into an ice sculpture under the extreme cold. He then cracked open. Finally, he shattered on the ground into dust. “Sir, you’re so awesome! “Sir, I knew it. How could this old fart be a match for you?” Hermione ran over, looking flattered. Yes. Now she had made up her mind to ride on Alex’s coattails tightly. Frostine looked at Hermione, puzzled. She could not figure it out at all. What strange event had happened between the two of them?

It hit him square on the chest; The lycan was sent flying into a tree that was some distance away. "Ice cage," Xylia's dad muttered, his hands outstretched in the lycan monarch's direction. Immediately, ice appeared on the ground spreading fast to where Kyle was. The ice soon covered him entirely and the wizard king created seven ice cages, placing them atop each other and then sealing it with ice chains. Any low-ranked creature would have died if they were in this situation but King Kyle wasn't called crazy for no reason. "You bastard. You'll pay for this,"

Sue me but I liked women that didn't take shit from anyone. "My job, Mr. Madox, is to escort you to your house and give you a map so you can find your way to the ice ring in the evening. That's it. And for that, you don't need to know my name or any other information about me. Are we clear?" Now my lips stretched into a somewhat evil smirk of their own will. "But princess, that's boring don't you think?" "I don't care what you think of my plan. That's the way things are going to be, if you don't like it I can call one of the guys to show you the way to your house. And maybe you should do your homework better Nathaniel then you'd know my name."

He tried to explain to them as I looked at Jason, who sniffled the air when he saw me come in. “Are you not the ones who have been having secret meetings with vampires?” Kaleb said, looking at me with a smirk. But I don’t want to say anything right now because this was Connor’s responsibility. “I hear that Marcelo also has a witch and vampire occasionally warming his bed,” He smirked as I growled, turning to him. “That will be King to you,” I growled, my eyes darkening “See? Now we have to use formalities? Are you bucking kidding me?” Kaleb whined like a little child, turning to King Theodore.

I tried to run away again, but Dice still held me down, even if he'd removed his fingers from inside me now. "Leave me alone!" I cried, my cheeks blazing hot. "What's the problem now, princess?" His voice was rough. I slammed my fist on his hard chest which was only covered with a fitting T-shirt and accused, "I told you I wanted to leave! I just peed on you and... and..." I trailed off, begging the ground to open up and swallow me whole now. The traitor never did. Dice planted a kiss on my collarbone. "So innocent." He muttered. "You did not pee, princess. You squirted, and it's the sexiest sight I've ever seen."