Harry Potter Ice Elemental Fanfiction Novels & Stories

My son needed help, but I didn’t even know where to begin. Before I could say more, Harry spun on his heel and started toward his room, his small shoulders stiff with anger. “Harry,” I called after him. He didn’t stop. Didn’t even glance back. The sound of his door closing echoed like a warning. This was serious. First Bae’s memory loss, now Harry seeing someone who didn’t exist. My mind raced. Maybe the Pack witch could help. The first time he mentioned Olena was during the ritual, right in the middle of it he’d whispered about a crush on her. Whatever this was, it started that night.

"I didn't do this just to hurt him. I did it to prove to myself that I could walk into your world and not get swallowed whole. I wanted to see if 'flavor' could actually hold its own against 'substance.'" Julian studied her for a long beat, his gray eyes searching Tiffany’s face as if he were reading a complex blueprint. "And?" Julian asked softly. "What have you concluded?" Tiffany leaned back, a small, knowing smile returning to her lips. "I think the Ice King might be more of a vanilla latte fan than he lets on." Julian didn't look away. He didn't scoff. He just nodded slowly, a dark, curious light gleaming in his eyes. "Well," Julian murmured, "it seems we both have secrets, Miss Everhar

She walked to the fridge, pulling out a bottle of water, but stopped when her phone buzzed on the counter. Her stomach tightened instantly. Unknown number. She hesitated before opening the message. You’re stepping into territory you don’t understand. Last warning. Her pulse spiked. She stared at the screen, her thumb hovering over the keyboard. Anger rose faster than fear. She typed quickly. Then explain it. The reply came almost immediately. Ask your Ice King. He knows the rules better than anyone. The message thread disappeared seconds later. Deleted. Her heart pounded against her ribs as she stared at the blank screen.

The smell was sour and thick, and my features were unrecognizable. My limbs were locked in a twisted position that made the stomach turn, and the inside of the fridge was streaked with rust-colored, dried blood. Nathan sat on the floor, shaking his head slowly, as if he were arguing with himself. "That's not her. That's not Sherry. It can't be her. She can't be dead!" He stared at my body for a long time—long enough that I lost track of how much time had passed. Then something shifted in his expression, hardening into a cold, thin smile.

There are two hideous scars where his scent glands used to be, and without them, he seems to be a wolf no longer. “Pour me a drink at least,” Harry wheezes, sounding like a chain smoker on his last lung. Ariadne begins to make him the same drink that she’s having, but Harry shakes his head. “Water. Ice.” Edward takes the initiative, pulling a glass from the shelf, and water from the tap, slamming two jagged ice cubes in it. “My patience is thin,” the silver Omega spits. Harry accepts it thankfully, taking a small sip, which leaves the water tinged pink with blood. He still hasn’t fully healed, wounds on wounds that compound him to the brink of death.

"Why are they suddenly in her room now? Are they not supposed to be in the forest? Did they just teleported!? WHAT THE HELL!" "Oh my goodness Ibrahil, I think I'm losing my insanity! Can you just please tell me the truth, am I just only seeing things? I saw your eyes turned white and your hair..and your ears! What are you? A kind of monster?? Is this a kind of a joke or something?" She asked continuously as she walked back and forth and waving her hands her and there frustrated and confused! Ibrahil just looked at her trying to say something but couldn't say anything. He was avoiding her gaze.