Harry Potter Ice Mage Fanfiction Novels & Stories

His hair was unruly, and he was squinting against the mild autumn sun. "Ghost," he rasped, stepping into my personal space. "My name is Feya," I corrected automatically, my stomach tightening as my flight response flared. I stepped back. "Why are you here, Mr. Rivers? Please move." "I need your help again," he said, his voice low and tight. "Not with books. With the ice. I need you to work another miracle on me. Name your price." "No," I said flatly, dodging past his right shoulder. "I dislike hockey, I have bigger problems to manage, and I will not suffer myself to have more interactions with you. Find another tutor."

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.

I do not think he realized that I would be able to do all of this with just magic. "Why didn't you use your claws?" He asks me. "That was too easy. Too expected. This way I get to keep you on your toes." I say to him with a wink of my own. He just stares at me incredulously as I call some water into my hand and cause it to freeze into a small ice cube. This I run down his chest and abs until I find him hard and waiting for me. Instead of running the ice cube up and down it I pop the ice into my mouth instead. I can tell that he is wondering exactly why I would do that until I put my mouth over him and he can feel the cold of the ice biting into him everywhere that he was previously hot.

Then I set the tourmaline right in the middle of the doorway. I grabbed the candle and sage off the table, one item in each hand, and turned back to him. I held up the sage to my mouth and blew the smoke towards him, mixing my magic with it. Frost and smoke blew into him, the frost melting just as quickly as it formed in the air. Then I blew out the candle. “You can come in now.” He took a cautious step through the doorway and smiled once he was all the way inside. “Ice magic huh? I’ve never seen a water witch do that before.”

“Well that was early, how was your date with agent Mcsteamy?” Freya wasted no time questioning me as soon as I walked into the house which I more than expected from her . My eyes lowered to her hands for a bit as I watched Damien dressing up her hands next to the heater . The thing with strong and powerful magic is that it had side effects, especially if there are trace’s of dark magic laced within it. The dark magic iceberg dagger spell that Freya had casted resulted in her catching frostbite in her hands and arms . Good thing is the frost bite was slowly disappearing and she now had some feeling in her hands as for my own side effect…lets just leave that as a story for another day.

I didn’t want to be prejudiced against an entire species, but they had left me no choice. I peered out through the transparent glass, which wasn’t glass, but transparent ice. I chuckled dryly, taking in my surroundings and punched the window. The only thing that cracked was my finger bone. Cradling my pain-throbbed hand against my chest, I cursed almost all the swear words I knew at the window. I was trapped inside a black ice castle that was made on a freaking black iceberg that could be floating anywhere in the whole wide ocean of this fucking world. The perfect home for a vampire who was also the most wanted dark wizard in the land of no laws.

The piece of Horcrux let out a high pitched shriek and was consumed by the hungry flames, while Erik released the white tendrils from his blue magic circle. The shriek made every person inside the office shiver, even the portraits were not spared of the feeling brought by it. Erik then took his hand back, now empty of the 'thing' and canceled the magic circle. With a little concentration, the living ball of hungry fire, that had grown a little after the 'feeding', started to diminish in size. It was getting smaller, and smaller, until it got so small that it snuffed itself out. Erik then closed his hand and relaxed. The portraits of the old headmasters and headmistresses cheered and clapped

He stopped kissing me, but he was making a puppy face that convinced me more than his kisses. " You're right, " agreed. " Let's get out of thin air, because I want to enjoy my wedding night a lot," I said in a mischievous tone. " You won't be disappointed, you can be sure of that" Felipe spoke, and his tone made me shiver.

He let out a dismissive scoff. "It's obviously another one of that woman's tricks. Don't bother. There's a vent in the fridge and plenty of food inside. She won't die. Wanda, if you say another word on her behalf, pack your things and get out." I smiled bitterly to myself. Had he forgotten? After he shoved me in there, he sealed my mouth with packing tape. How was I supposed to eat anything? Besides, I could barely move in there, let alone eat. Even drawing breath had been a struggle.

The Ice King. He looked exactly like the nickname sounded. Cold. Untouchable. Beautiful in the kind of way that irritated me on principle.Then his eyes landed on me.His mouth twitched immediately. “You look terrified.” “I am terrified.” “That’s probably the smartest thing you’ve said since we met.” I glared at him. “I hope your skate blade snaps.” “Careful, sweetheart,” he said lightly as cameras flashed around us. “People are watching our love story.” “I hate you.”