Ice King Finn Novels & Stories

Chapter 32: Finrir The Bard pt 1 Tritan carefully guided Finrir towards the cage, allowing Joe and Bryan to observe the unique appearance of Finrir's two tone tail. Finrir's front was adorned in a pristine white shade, beautifully contrasting with the fan-like pattern of black along the back of his tail, reminiscent of the majestic orcas that roamed the ocean. Even his dorsal fin bore a stri resemblance to that of an orca, exuding power and grace.

River asked with a large smile. "Yes, I don't know where they'd gotten such character from. They talk too much these days." Royal said staring at them with a warning glance. "We learn from the best, from the body we occupy, right?" Dark said and Fire and Green both nodded their large head together in support of what Dark said. "And like Royal had said, my name is Ice." Ice introduces himself. "And please do ignore these three kid wolves words, they sometimes don't act their age." "Wow, ice is the most mature one here." River said as she stared at the wolf who seemed to have a larger head than the other three.

“Here. Read this.” He scanned the glowing screen. “He’s inviting you to his gala?” he asked. I nodded. “Why is he the host? Is he… a player or something?” Maddox frowned. “You don’t know?” I almost laughed. “He’s the Ice King of New York.” “Oh. Ryder is the Ice King? People talk about him a lot. Never knew it was him,” Maddox admitted. “Yes, you wouldn’t. That’s his stage name,” I muttered. “Anyway—what do we do about this? Because that’s not all.”

I saw it. I stepped as quickly as I could, pushing aside all of the people, blocking my way. I could not hear the conversation between the Higher King and Queen Ice, however, King Ice’s agriness was a sign that it was not good. He closed his fists while his jaw was tightening. His teeth were attached to each other, grinding it. The loudness of the music filled my ears. It was rock, causing everybody to sway. I inhaled and exhaled heavily, and ran faster.\

I recognized him immediately. He looked at me with open appreciation that he made absolutely no effort to disguise. "You picked the wrong garage if you're hoping for conversation. The Ice King is not exactly known for his hospitality." That grin widened. "You're welcome to borrow mine anytime." "LJ," I said. "And I'm here to work." "Shame." He stepped slightly closer. "Offer stands, beautiful. Don't let the statue freeze you out completely." He was obvious and he knew it and somehow that made it funnier than it should have.

"Save your testosterone for the ice! We have a game to win! Puck drops in two minutes! Let’s move!" The tunnel instantly filled with the chaotic clatter of skates. We glided out into the blindingly bright arena, and the roar of the crowd exploded, making my ears ring. The announcer’s voice boomed through the stadium. "And here he is! Our most anticipated transfer star, The Ice King from Canada, Ryder Vaaaance!" The crowd erupted, chanting my name, completely drowning out the cheers for their actual captain. I could see Henry’s jaw clenching from the corner of my eye. But I didn't give a damn about him. My eyes immediately swept the VIP stands.