Ice King Quotes Novels & Stories

Nate was quiet for a long moment. Then he said, very carefully: "Julian Blackwood is my best friend. I've known him since we were eighteen years old. I've watched him build an empire and destroy his competitors and turn himself into someone so cold that people call him the Ice King." He paused. "But if he said that to you, he's a fucking idiot." Despite everything, I almost laughed. It came out wet and broken. "He didn't mean it the way it sounded," I said. "That doesn't make it okay."

“Figures. That guy has always been cold as ice. Different. The way he looks at the world like everyone else is beneath him… it doesn’t surprise me at all if he’s been using something to stay on top. People like Lucien Vale think the rules don’t apply to them. Arrogant. Untouchable. Honestly, I hope they strip him of everything.” Elias raised an eyebrow. “You sound like you’ve been paying attention to him.” “Not really,” I muttered. “But you see his face everywhere. The so-called Ice King. If he really is doping… the world doesn’t need another rich asshole who thinks money and fame can buy whatever he wants.” Mia glanced between us but stayed quiet. Lena, curled up on the couch, listened sile

She will not survive out there with her innocence still intact' Luca thought. Luca is always a cold man. He is called the Ice King in the mafia for a reason. People will freeze or shiver when they see him coming. His face is as emotionless and cold as an iceberg. The depth of the iceberg cannot be seen, neither the depth of his mind and thoughts.

Danny stepped closer. “Please don't say something stupid.” I replied with a dry voice. “Avoid them, okay? Do everything possible to stay off their path.” Danny said seriously, but of a truth, Danny was someone you'd hardly take seriously. “You're telling me, to stay off the path, of some fucking humans, because they are ice hockey champions? Or because one's a geek at science?” I asked, snatching a glass of drink from the tray of a waiter who had just passed.

“One second he’s cold as ice, and the next…” “And the next what?” Sophie grinned. She hesitated. And the next, he looked at me like I was the only one in the world. But she couldn’t say it aloud. “Nothing,” she muttered. “He just… noticed me. That’s all.” Sophie laughed. “Careful. They say the Ice King doesn’t melt. Not for anyone.”

He stopped, unsure how to finish that sentence. “You feel like what?” Wolf asked quietly, shocked to his core that Ice had put so many words together, all in a row, all at once. “Tell me.” “Oh, shit.” Ice looked straight at Wolf, decided that he had nothing to lose anymore, and to just come straight out and say it. “I feel like we’re going to lose you too. I’m worried about letting you out of my sight, because – because then we’ll never see you again, and if I could have been there and maybe had your back, then I’ll – I’ll never forgive myself. And I’ll never sleep again, I swear.”

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."

“That is how I became the Ice King.” Silence filled the room. A long, suffocating silence. Then the King scoffed. “An impossible story.” “I agree,” I said calmly. “But it’s the truth. Whether you believe me or not doesn’t change the reality of it.” Ella’s fingers twitched at her side, but she still didn’t speak. I wondered if she even knew what to say. Elizabeth, however, did. “You’re telling me,” she said slowly, as if struggling to form the words, “that all this time, the Ice King—the man my father and I considered one of our greatest threats—was you?”

Perhaps we are strangers, brought up in a different culture with different beliefs, but I wasn’t going to stand there without doing anything. "Look, you and your dad might have your differences, but don’t make him go through this alone. One day you might regret it.” I let the room fill with silence before wielding my words like a piercing dagger. “A necessary evil." I quoted the King's words from moments ago. "It might be how you were taught to face tough decisions, but a necessary evil doesn't make it right." I spin on my heels, determined to keep my promise. No one deserves this harmful solitude through such hardships, let alone a King.

Geoffrey answered while observing Trun, “That’s our question. And this time, he even said almost three sentences.” “Well, that’s new,” Trun commented himself and pondered. He then asked, “What did I say again?” “The heart of ice will melt. The shield of protection will stand. With the unimaginable power, one needs the other.” Geoffrey relayed with an attitude of a prince. It was almost funny but I can’t laugh because he’s an ‘actual’ prince. Trun grimaced. “I said that?” All three of us nodded in unison. He then pondered again. “Ice...” he trailed as his index finger went below his lips. “It’s weird but the only thing that comes to my amazing mind is..” he looked at me and said, “Roz.”