Ice King Quotes Novels & Stories

I mumbled softly, playing with the hem of Ace's jersey that I was wearing. "He brought it up a few weeks ago while we were drunk" Ice snickered slightly, remembering the conversation. "I don't even know how I remember because I was definitely pass the blackout stage" he rolled his eyes with a smile. "It must've just impacted me somehow" he shrugged standing up. "Sofia, you're young. You have all the time in the world to have a child with Ace because I know his dumbass would never leave you" Ice spoke with a certainty in his voice.

speak of the devil. “Following?” I scoffed, “this is my spot not yours,” I said to him. He smirks, bringing out his eyes. Those eyes that I fell for. “Well, you won me over,” he said, smiling and I laughed. “You said and I quote, ‘ice cream is for the weak or the easily manipulated and manipulators’ those are your words,” I said to him. “That was a long time ago,” “Not that long,” I said firmly, “I remember it like it was yesterday,” I said to him.

And I let it hang there, right in the silence between us because in this room, in this moment he may be the Ice King, but I am the fucking fire. ============================================= Thanks for reading :-)

I spoke. When his stare felt too intense for me, I went back to looking at my half-eaten food. “What’s your favourite quote?” I smirked at that one, “Kill first, die last.”

"I mean, wolves most probably have some certain power that can make everyone else distinguish your outstanding self from other creatures." Ice shook his head in response before he raised one of his palms parallel to where I was, making me stop in my tracks. "I'm... how do I say this?" he mumbled to himself. Ice formed a tight ball with his fist as he mustered up the courage to further explain what he wanted to say. "I don’t have a particular power that I can brag about to anyone else, since I am weak to begin with. I’ve only gone through hell with Lucas’ training after I won his trust. He wouldn’t have wasted his time on me if he knew that I would be useless in the end," he said before he re

The way he said he would make sure I never worked again. He was a powerful and wealthy man in Drakenfall, and everyone knew that. He never made empty threats, which was what scared me the most. I looked down at my clipboard and realized I hadn’t written anything down. “Coach, is this weight correct?” someone asked. I glanced up. It was one of the defensemen, already strapped into the resistance machine. “Yes,” I answered without checking. “That’s fine.” He nodded and started the set. I moved to the next station, but my attention didn’t stay there. Someone laughed behind me, and I turned, distracted. Another player called my name, and I answered without really hearing the question.

Truly talk. "I used to think my dad would only love me if I was on the ice," Adrian said quietly, his gaze fixed on the steam rising from his paper cup. The harsh lighting of the motel softened the sharp angles of his face, making him look younger, more like the college boy Ethan remembered. "I spent my entire childhood skating until my feet bled because I thought that was the only way to keep my family together. When he passed away... I realized I didn't even know who I was without a stick in my hand."

I couldn't look away. The man staring back at the camera was breathtakingly handsome, his jawline shadowed with dark stubble, his icy gray eyes piercing right through the glossy paper. He wasn't smiling. The media called him the Ice King for a reason he looked untouchable, wrapped in the heavy, expensive armor of the Chicago Blizzard captain's uniform. Aaron stared back at me from the torn magazine page. Older. More successful than the boy I’d once loved. Past memories folded in immediately.

"The Ice King? Ivy, what the hell are you even talking about? He’s just... a guy. An arrogant, infuriating jerk who happens to have a permanently sour attitude." "A guy? Elowen, he isn't just a guy," Ivy corrected, throwing her hands up in utter disbelief. She leaned across the counter of Slice & Dice Pizza, the local shop right down the street from the campus gates. "I swear to God, you live under a literal rock. He is the captain of the hockey team, the absolute golden boy of Belmont sports, and actual royalty around here. People call him the Ice King because he’s completely lethal on the rink and completely freezing to anyone who tries to get too close to him."