Harry Potter Ice Mage Fanfiction Novels & Stories

she said as she grabbed her wand in her left hand and raised her right palm toward his chest. She made him think that she was about to enter his mind. As her energy poked the surface of his eyes, he raised his palms again. She shifted it to his hands and turned the air around them into ice particles, while Eva took a few steps back and launched herself at his neck. Meanwhile, Emery reached out to Sebastian’s hologram. He was ready to come back. Sebastian reopened the portal and Emery walked through it, followed by High Fay Ellya and High Mage Finnas.

I replied as I attacked it with mini magma balls again. "We need to stop it from moving right. Why don't you freeze it?" Xander asked. "Didn't you say Ice magic is rare? Do we have Ice Magic User?" I asked, shocked and looked at the mages. "No. There's none in this kingdom." Xander replied and I deflated. "But you can make ice." He said. "I need water to make ice. There's no water here plus that's a very big thing you want me to freeze." I replied.

The girl stood completely still. “Yarsi,” she whispered, her lips curved into a smile, showing pointed fangs, a silver light sparkling in her eyes. Hoarfrost crawled to the protective dome of Radolyub and Mida, which was the first on its path. Black clots emerged from the ground and slowly moved up the energy barrier. Both mages looked around anxiously and whispered incantations. The thick substance confidently spread over their dome, gradually closing up from all sides. When she rose above human height, a frightened cry of Mida was heard. Their dome shook, began to narrow and sag. At the same time, the rest of the frost moving along the road rounded it and crawled on.

He rolls onto his other shoulder and throws himself at me again, pushing me further and further away. I stumble backwards, desperately seeking for some sort of purchase to stand on. I am losing ground fast. Starkev stands above me, raising his sword, and preparing for another swing. I close my eyes in anticipation, bracing myself for what I will do now. I call on it, my magic... Ice and earth. My eyes snap open and I send out my magic, ice encasing Starkev and myself like a fence. I can tell he knows what I am doing, and his eyes widen as he realizes it too.

Nadine said firmly. Aris watched her complacently, and Connor got into a transformation stance. “I don't think so, because the nullifying rune that contains them makes them feel their powers, but not use them,” Igor said. “By the time I'm done, not only will I have killed all your protectors, but I'll have dragon scales for my personal collection and shapeshifting fangs for my personal necklaces.” We all summoned magic at the same time; we realized, sadly, that we couldn't control it. That made Igor laugh, and then the wizards started throwing water at us; however, golden lights emerged from the ground, and hundreds of fairies and goblins came out to confront the wizards.

And from the hole— Ice. Not water. Not snow. Living ice, pulsing and jagged, climbed upward like claws. It didn’t glisten. It devoured the light around it. Frozen smoke coiled as the temperature dropped in a heartbeat. My lips cracked. My breath came out as sharp crystal. The witches began to shiver—but they held the spell. A clawed hand emerged from the pit—long, feminine, jointed wrong. Gloved in shadow. Frost-tipped. Then—

"Dude, you sound like a damn snake you idiot! Learn how to growl or something!" Ian said and Blake laughed. But they both jumped when Damien yelled at them to quit dicking around. Ian looked back when he heard the vampire hitting the ice, he saw the vampire punching the ice over and over again, trying to break it. It looked at him again then hissed once more. "I take it you're from the house of Slytherin right!" Ian hollered out before disappearing into the woods. "I wonder if they look at us funny because we growl instead of hissing?"

"There is a frost wyvern-shifter outside the castle. I had a bad dream about him..." Harper lifted an eyebrow. "A bad dream?" "I don't want to talk about it... You will soon find out, but you should know the frost wyvern-shifter isn't to be underestimated. His ice magic is ancient and dangerous." Ice magic? Harper's lips parted, and she stared down at the roots that grew over the floorboards. Frost rapidly covered them, causing her to lift her gaze to Saint's darkened expression. "Will the frost wyvern-shifter be a problem for you?" Harper asked in a frightened voice. Saint was her asset and probably the strongest person on her team.

“The ice demands what it is owed.” The witch raised her hand, and the beams of the house began to groan. Huge shards fell from the ceiling. Caroline screamed as the floor gave way beneath her. I tried to leap toward her, but with a single motion the witch raised an invisible wall of ice between us. I clawed at the frozen surface until my paws bled, but the magic was stronger than my rage.

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.