Ice Age Fanfiction Novels & Stories

*** Next Day *Alice’s POV* “Ice, Ice,” The hand continue tapping me and I opened my eyes, I can’t believe it’s morning already. “Morning Ice” Odette grinned to my face and I rolled my eyes. “It’s Alice,” I corrected and got down from the bed. “I know, from now on I’m gonna call you Ice, take it or leave it” She smirked. “You get that?” Persephone winked from her bed, she’s making up.

"Miss Beatrice, you have ingested Pomegranate wine. It's an aphrodisiac elixir used by the gods to enhance their carnal desires. Your actions are influenced; you must resist whatever desire consumes you." Mastering my inner will, I suppress the desires seeded by the elixir and stand up from the cot, stumbling my way to hug him from behind. "I don't understand why being an Ice Phoenix makes you so upset. The Omar I know doesn't care about our differences. I wish you, too, could trust me enough to share your demons." My words carry a sweet bitterness, and even I shuddered just listening to them.

I couldn't help but be disappointed by the fact that Jace was upheld by some stupid phone call when he could be doing something more important with me. I shivered under the influence of the ice on me. It was a desperate need. No, I didn't care about the ice any longer, all I cared about was Jace not holding back and fucking me all good and hard. The Imagination of him doing me seeped into my mind contritely and clearly. Before I knew what I was doing, I ran my fingers down my stomach, into my cunt. I gasped while imagining that it was Jace doing that to me.

She was finally at the place of no return. "What's your name?" "Jane." "I am Lord Irene. I am in charge of the workers in the Vampire Palace. This is where the whole procedure takes place and lectures. No one is allowed out without any specific functions. Go into that room and change into this. I give you five more minutes." She instructed coldly and Jane did as she was told. When she got into that room, she was already crying. She missed her brother so much and the wonderful world she was in. How long was she gone? Would anybody even notice her disappearance? She was doomed now because if she had known, she ought to have listened but she didn't.

A Senior at Crestwood High—a hellhole politely disguised as a school, ruled by hockey gods and the spray-tanned cheerleaders who orbit them like glittery little moons. Okay, maybe not all of them are evil. My best friend Zoe Tran is a cheerleader—and the only person in that cursed building who would go to war for me without blinking. She’s got claws, a mouth that doesn't know how to whisper, and a heart bigger than her hair. She’s also the only reason I haven’t set the school on fire yet. Figuratively. But outside of Zoe? I was that girl. The one who used to be thinner, used to be “pretty,” before puberty hit like a truck and left me with thighs that rub and a stomach I try to flatten every

TikTok edits, memes, even poorly drawn fan art of me handing her the bear while sparks flew on the ice. Marcus dropped beside me, still scrolling. “Look at this one. ‘Kane buying Danica a teddy bear after trying to break her all season = peak character development.’ There’s already fan art. Someone drew you two on the ice with a teddy bear between you and little hearts floating around. It’s blowing up.”

“Just your brain being stupid.” But the feelings from the dream wouldn’t leave. The way his lips felt. The way he said my name. It scared me more than any big hit on the ice. I couldn’t like Toby that way. I was Alan Voss. Hockey captain. Going to the NHL. Guys like me didn’t have dreams about other guys. I needed to prove it. To myself and to everyone. The next morning I texted Sarah, one of the girls who had been asking me out for months.

I was just an intern with a marker and a stupid, hopeful heart. Stumbling on the blue line, my boots were slipping but I was chuckling because now, the crowd would know we were beyond just intern and captain. "Jax!” I called blushing, I didn't turn to look at the crowd who were dying to be on the ice. The security personnels were already keeping them off zone. Jax turned, I forgot I had lungs. How he had grown from attractive to being gorgeous. There was sweat on him, blood on his lips...my poor baby, playing with that Viking Rhys really brings bruise.

Snow, seeing that Mykel wasn't going to break the hug, slowly pulled him out, their eyes locking into each other before Mykel let out a warm smile. "Want to go out with me?" "Can I?" "Sure, we could have ice cream, and we'd be back on time," Snow's face lit up, "Ice cream? Come on, let's go," Snow stood and grabbed Mykel's hand, and they both left the clan. **** "Mm," Snow moaned as soon as the ice cream melted in her mouth. Mykel smiled watching her cuteness. She took another bite, again and again. "Didn't know you loved ice cream this much,"

I want to punch him, kick him in the balls, and maybe take a baseball bat to his head. He smiles that arrogant smile at me that I absolutely despise. "You know you're my favorite toy, Ice." Ice. Short for Ice Queen. In middle school, the delinquents started calling me that. I didn't go out on dates, I didn't talk to boys or bothered hanging out. Apart from school, cheerleading, and Alyssa, I didn't care about anything or anyone else. Ice Queen became Ice in high school, and ever since, every fucking boy in a twenty mile radius has been trying to break me. I've become a challenge now. Even seniors are asking me out.