Ice King Quotes Novels & Stories

Ice King of New York was actually jealous. I felt a threatening and victorious pang in my breast. He had no right. He didn't have the right to care about anyone I spoke to, anyone I had coffee with, anyone I hung out with in my free time. Not after blowing me off. Not after ghosting when everyone was ill with worry about him. None of this was adding up. "I don't want you speaking to anyone who doesn't have anything to do with work," he said. I stared at him, incredulous. "You don't get to do that."

Those two idiots are busy right now talking about my ass and boobs, wishing they can have sex with me. I looked at his face to see any reaction but saw none, did he listen or not? “I did,” He confirmed and I sighed. “It’s embarrassing,” I muttered and bit my lips. Is that the reason why they always greet me with smiles all over their faces? “The ice,” Kingston interrupted my thought. “Oh, okay,” I muttered and opened my palm. Small iceberg appeared and he nodded. “But, is this all you do?” He asked. “Huh? I don’t understand."

"The coach at school said I'm really talented on the ice. One day, I'm going to be the most famous hockey star in the whole world!" That innocent sentence was like a blast of icy wind that froze my blood. Hockey. My memory was instantly thrown back to the past, to the figure of the Ice King of Chicago who brutally dominated the arena. That talent... that blood truly flowed fiercely within Leon. I swallowed hard, forcing a smile as I stroked my son's dark hair. "Of course. Mom is sure you will be the best." Right at that moment, the roar of a car engine echoed from the front yard. Julian had just returned from the office.

Damn I sound pathetic. Ice pulls back and raises my chin with his finger making me look in his eyes. “ You listen good Pixie. There is nothing wrong with you. Don’t ever think that. Viper is just an ass that can’t see the incredible person you are. That’s his loss. I know you will get everything you want and more when this is all over. Someone more deserving. And can get past all of us. I give you my word.” I smile and lean up to kiss his cheek. “ Thanks, Ice. I needed that.” He kisses my forehead “ I’ll always be here for you. Never forget that.” he says as he lifts me and places me back on the ice. This is why I love these guys. They are always there for me in the good and the bad. Maybe I

I called out. Toby nodded, his face a little pink. “You’re really fast,” he shouted back, voice shy but loud enough for me to hear. “Like... you own the ice.” His words hit me deep. No one said stuff like that to me. Not in that soft, honest way. I grinned. “Stick around. There’s more.” The practice went on. I scored again, and this time when I looked, Toby had a small smile. It was quiet, but I saw it.

Elias stays behind; he always does. "That was harsh," he says once the room clears. "That was necessary," I reply. "You did not use to be like that." I glance at him. "What did I use to be like?" He hesitates, then sighs. "You balanced it. You were firm but fair." "I am fair. Fair is results." He shakes his head. "You have become what they call you." I do not ask what that is because I already know. The Ice King. I do not react. "If fear drives performance, then it works."

I was tired of it in my bones. “Do you understand that we’re a team?” I kept my voice even. “Not two teams. One. And at the end of all of this when the quarter-finals come we are going to stand on that ice together. So what exactly are you building toward with all of this? Divide and rule until we lose?” Something shifted in his expression. Brief, almost imperceptible but there. Like the words had found a crack and gone through it before he could close it. Then Ken’s voice came from behind me.

"Which means the ice opens up wide. Patience, not speed, finds the wide ice." "That's what I told him," Jax said, nodding at me. "Then both of you keep saying it until he listens," Miller said. "I'm listening," I said. "You're listening with your ears," Jax said. "I need you listening with your stick." Reyes, lacing his skate nearby, laughed. "That's a very Jax thing to say. Listening with your stick." "It made sense when I said it," Jax said. "It didn't make sense. It just sounded like something a captain says."

Jack responded. "Well if he is, then it's perfect" I said, "I would love to see him again and this time, I'll end him for good" I said with a smug smirk on my face. I certainly wasn't going to skip a chance to attain glory by killing the fiend yet again. "Im afraid he won't be killed so easily again, if he was actually killed before" Jack said, "A wise man seldom makes the same mistake twice" he added.