Harry Potter Ice Mage Fanfiction Novels & Stories

My ice-blue bodice is ripped open, hanging off my shoulders, my breasts bare, nipples hard from the chill of my magic. I’ve bound his wrists above his head with ice tendrils, their frosty grip biting his skin, and conjured an ice gag to muffle his groans, ensuring no stablehand hears. Anna’s chambers are a short walk away, her evening routine keeping her close, and the thrill of fucking her boyfriend so near makes my pussy drip, soaking his cock as I ride him.

I licked my dry lips as I started to pant, and laid my head back against the bank of the pool. My magic shuddered involuntarily in my fingertips, sending humming energy through my aching clit. With my other hand I grasped blindly at the water, muttering the words of an elemental spell. My palm chilled. Then I lifted a solid cylinder of ice from the water. Its edges were wet, already dripping as it began to melt. I popped one end of the thick icicle into my mouth, working and shaping it with my tongue, pushing it to the back of my throat. Pleased with my toil, I slid the ice cock out from between my lips. Quaking with want, I rubbed the ice across my clit and purred with the contrast of feeli

He Planted his feet squarely on the floor and stomped his right foot. “You guys never give up, do you?” he said as he called upon the water from the broken pipes. The spray turned into a geyser and solidified into sharp blades of ice. “It’s an ice mage!” Dorin heard someone shout from outside. Another blast of fire shattered the ice blades. Dorin quickly gathered more water from the pipes and made a wall of thick clear ice to cover the entry way. He then walked in front of the door and looked outside. Xander stood in the hallway, his two escorts standing in front of him, the medic by his side. They looked surprised when they saw Dorin and dropped their guards down.

Harry says. "It is not good enough for me! I want you to convince him! If he does not marry me in three days, you will die. I will keep this spell on you until Xavier is my husband," I say. I let go of him, and I kicked away his knife. I kept my grip on him until we left the house to return to the club. I walk in front of Harry. It does not look too good. I know it is because of the pain of the spell. However, the next moment, I fell to the ground. I feel the burning of the knife in my back.

“Show me ice magic.” “I don’t know what you’re—” Even as she spoke, her hand lifted, drawing forth water from a nearby vase of flowers. She flicked it toward Pytor, and it froze in midair before reaching him. She knew she had caused that, but wasn’t sure how. It should be impossible. “Yes, there’s magic. You’ve just forgotten.” He sounded bored. Her eyes narrowed. “Are you reading my thoughts?” Pytor chuckled. “No, but it was a logical protestation, since you don’t recall your life before the…injury.” His expression grew serious again. “Show me fire.”

I growled low in my throat, glaring at the dark wizard where he was, looking as if he was having fun at Mia's expense. I wanted to check on my brothers but I couldn't even move my head to do so. I couldn't even turn my eyes. I was completely frozen in place as I knew they were as well. I hissed inwardly. If only I could break free from the magical bind, I would love to sink my claws into the skin of the dark wizard and tear her open, flinging her head off to the road for vultures to feed on.

My thoughts fractured like a kaleidoscope, except each image was unique, drawing physical and emotional pain from the worst of my memories. When Vexx eased off, I found myself on the cold, mirrored floor with him standing over me. He had one boot on my wrist so that I couldn't use my wand. Raising his own, he spoke a choking spell and my throat constricted from the dark magic. I clawed at my neck with my free hand which was useless. His intense yellow-green gaze bored into mine as he watched me struggle, the air squeezed from my lungs, never to return.

The water snake had dissolved and the icicles shattered into the tiniest pieces. "No!" I shot up, trying to push my hands back into the orb. But it had already transformed into thick solid glass. There was nothing I could do but watch my half sister swim back up to the surface. A deep frown etched its way onto my forehead. "Cast the spell again!" I ordered the wizards. "We can't," Lohan, the most timid of the wizards replied. "That's the aspect of the spell we haven't perfected yet. We'll need a few more days to get it right."

A naive girl who pinned her hopes on the greater powers, a girl who was sorely disappointed by reality. The momentary tingle that I felt almost made me think that I was imagining it. That after being practically obsessed at perfecting or even trying to be a decent mage, one who could at least be called Luna Erica’s daughter, my brain was playing tricks but my eyes widened when I lifted my hand slightly and the water rose as if trying to touch my hand.

Kema's team was already there. The scene was one of ruthless coordination. A female mage with a scar across her right eye stood at the forefront, her hands glowing green as thick vines snaked up from the earth to entangle a snarling werewolf—from its yellow eyes and bloodstained fur, it was likely the same werewolf that had fled at the sound of Kema's voice. The beast thrashed wildly, its claws swiping at the air, but the vines held firm. The mage's face was taut with concentration, sweat dripping from her brow as her glowing hands trembled. Another mage moved swiftly, his fists encased in icy blades. With controlled movements, he struck at the rogue, forcing it to stagger back and weakening