Harry Potter Ice Mage Fanfiction Novels & Stories

She didn't want to catch his attention by screaming out loud. Only after a few moments, Katherine's mind started working again and her rationality kicked back in. Maybe because of the gore all around, his appearance seemed much scarier than it actually was. Most likely he had frozen this person from the beginning and now only let him splinter. Was he one of the ice mages of the Icelands? Still, that was a frightening performance. A show of power. But to whom? Who exactly was he? When Hazel felt the sword and arm around her disappear, she didn't even get to open her eyes. A relieved sound escaped her, then she fell down unconsciousness.

― Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead "I am not your friend, Hunter. I do not think we could ever be friends considering the only reason I made acquaintances with you is so that I could use you." This was not what I had planned to say to him but since the words had come out, there was no point in taking them back. I hated to see the pain reflected in his dark eyes, how his smile faltered until it was gone without a trace.

Even after everything I offered him. He still gave her his loyalty. I claw at the rug, trying to breathe, trying to pull magic to me. But it sputters uselessly. It’s unstable and weak. The backlash from the tether’s death writhes through my veins like shattered glass. Ice magic has no mercy. It doesn't blaze. It doesn't cry. It waits, creeping into the hollow places until everything crumbles. I scream once, raw and wordless, hoping that giving voice to my pain and fury will ease it.

"Indifference and neglect often do much more damage than outright dislike." — Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix * H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad Boy It had been a really good day. I had gotten to spend time with Mey, helping her with homework and telling her my life story. I let out a dreamy sigh, which made me look like Ron after he accidentally drank the love potion. Except that I didn't need a love potion to be crazy about Mey.

Being knocked off of his feet and thrown into the fiery pits of hell, is not what Andre Kim expected to happen this hockey season. Show up, slay the ice, take home a championship, have recruiter eyes on him next year as he graduates... It's perfect. A seamless plan even, except it’s all up in flames when his eyes land on the most gorgeous man he’s ever seen in his life. Andre isn’t naive, he is well aware that there are countless beautiful people in the world.

Sometimes, she felt as if she was not doing justice to her but she managed to push them away, every single time. "I will report back to you," she said and as if on impulsive went and hugged him. "Thank you," she mumbled, her eyes suddenly felt moist. "Silly child," he replied affectionately. ~*~*~ [An unfaithful Mage] Their hand shook as they mixed the golden-brown juice with the liquid. Everyone was having dinner and luckily it was their turn to serve the dessert drink. They had made a simple hot chocolate. A drink disguising poison.

I gripped the hilt tightly, determined to protect Pelin at all costs. With my breath coming fast, I held the blade in front of me, infusing it with Mastery of Ice. The icy energy filled my veins, and with a sweep of my sword, shards of ice shot toward Aries. I could feel the power of the spell, the cold biting through the air, the icy shards cutting through the dust and smoke. They hit Aries with a sharp, solid force, catching him off guard as the cold pressed against his fiery aura. The ram stumbled, slowing, the frost spreading across his body like a creeping winter storm.

*** Throne room, Nether Moon pack *** Lucas's POV~ So long and I still hadn't heard from her. I was worried sick and it made zero sense. Me...Alpha Lucas? Under a spell? Impossible! I had consulted the Oracle and he claimed that I was under no spell whatsoever. So why did she preoccupy my mind so much? Just what kind of witchcraft was this?

"F-R-E-A-K!" A sudden chill runs down my spine, and when I look up, I notice ice has covered Maze's lips. She is now rendered useless, her lips won't even move, and I stare in amazement as her hands try to claw at the ice. Panic is written over her entire face; meanwhile, Sleepy shrugs at me with his eyebrows held high. "I got tired of her being rude..." Sleepy yawns and takes a sip of his coffee. After he has swallowed, he clicks his fingers, and Maze is released from whatever spell he cast. "Have you learned your lesson?"

Morgana said Finn stretched his hand conjuring his sickle back to him but a blue smoke hits him and he stumbled over a vehicle. It swerves back and it transformed to Harry as his hand detached from his body and punched Finn's face. Finn bounced on the wall dodging the sharp ice shot by Morgana and kicked Harry away swiftly. Nick gripped his sickle as Finn conjured it. He held it tight not letting it go as Finn groaned angrily calling the sickle with his hand. "Get over here!". Finn roared in a demonic voice as his hand spark with lightning. The sickle sparked with lightning as well and nick left go of it as it shocked him.