Romans & histoires Ice King Finn

I wanted to pull her back, but I didn’t dare let on how affected I was by this confrontation. I had no idea what Diana was talking about, but with Ironfang standing there staring at me, I was beginning to suspect that it was a secret I hoped would never see the light of day. Something no one knew but Ironfang and me. “Being the Ice King doesn’t make him a bad person,” she said firmly, her voice cutting through the tension. “He’s done more good for the pack than you ever have. He protects his people, he protects his family.” “Ella,” I said, my voice low. “This isn’t the time.”

These ice-mages, as they grew up, succeeded in winning the war, and united the clans under their reign. The first child, as the one leading their siege, was called 'Icefall', because he used his ice magic to make the enemies fall to their knees and surrender before him. Icefall was the first monarch of a long dynasty, reining over the Icelands up to this very day.

Looking at this Ice King, Zephyr Khan's brows furrowed slightly. The king of ice king was an experienced king level disciple. Unlike the Black Shield King and the White Bone King that he had defeated, the other party's strength was enough to rank in the top three even among the king-level disciples. He could be said to be the top figure among the king-level disciples. Moreover, this person's icy aura was caused by his Ancient Draconic bloodline. He had an extremely rare ancient bloodline - the Frost Bloodline!

"I’m the one who stayed behind to bury the trash." He raised his weapon, his finger tightening on the trigger as he stepped back into the fog. The "Ice King" was reclaiming his throne in the frozen heart of the mountain, and he didn't care if his heart exploded, as long as he took the "Masterpiece" down with him.

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.

I flexed my fingers once, trying to ignore the lingering warmth. “The sedan,” I said. I leaned forward slightly, catching his reflection in the mirror. “The black one. You’ve been staring at it since we left. “Who was in that car?”His jaw tightened.” I told you,” he said finally, voice rough around the edges. “Don’t ask questions you don’t need answers to.” “That’s not how this works.” He turned his head slowly. The Ice King was back.” You’re not part of this,” he said. “You’re just… placed in it.”

The team filed in gradually, some still pulling their shirts over their heads, others carrying water bottles and the particular brand of easy confidence that came with being professional athletes. They ranged in age, the youngest barely twenty, the oldest closer to thirty-five, and every single one of them looked at me with the same polite skepticism. I had expected that. "Alright," I breathed, when the last of them had settled onto the benches. "I'll make this quick because I know you all have ice time after this. My name is Nymeria Kane. I'm your new physical trainer, and yes, Christopher is my brother, and no, that doesn't mean this is going to be easy."

“My name is James. I am the head butler of the Goven family. Your grandfather has been searching for you for years now.” Dukia couldn’t speak, she was just gawking. “He regrets everything that happened,” James continued, holding the umbrella above her head, “more than you can possibly imagine. He would like to apologize and beg for your forgiveness. He would like to give you what is yours.” He brought out a picture from his breast pocket, Dukia took it with trembling fingers. A little girl of about six years old, grinning on a swing. Her father’s hands pushing her from behind and her mother waving from a garden chair.

"I didn't do this just to hurt him. I did it to prove to myself that I could walk into your world and not get swallowed whole. I wanted to see if 'flavor' could actually hold its own against 'substance.'" Julian studied her for a long beat, his gray eyes searching Tiffany’s face as if he were reading a complex blueprint. "And?" Julian asked softly. "What have you concluded?" Tiffany leaned back, a small, knowing smile returning to her lips. "I think the Ice King might be more of a vanilla latte fan than he lets on." Julian didn't look away. He didn't scoff. He just nodded slowly, a dark, curious light gleaming in his eyes. "Well," Julian murmured, "it seems we both have secrets, Miss Everhar

"That doesn't make him royalty. It just means he knows how to skate fast and hit people with a wooden stick." Trust me, I know the jerk loves to do that. "And Cedric is the second," Ivy added smoothly, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper as she leaned in even closer, her eyes flashing with excitement. "The second Ice King. Except he's the dark, brooding alternative to Zephyr's aggressive, loud perfection." My hand froze entirely on the rag. The sudden mention of Cedric's name sent a sharp, unexpected prickle of awareness straight down my spine. "Cedric?"