Ice Lord Chapter 18 Novels & Stories

He is my best friend's father, the Alpha. He is older, forbidden and completely out of reach. I have spent two years hiding my want and hiding every filthy prayer I whispered to the Moon Goddess about him. However, one summer in his pack house changes everything. Charles Reid doesn't do innocent. D He doesn't do gentle and definitely doesn't do anything except exactly what he wants — and what he wants is me. God help me because I am not running. Why should I? He is the object of my most filthiest imagination.

"Who is their master?" "The Ice-Wyrm," the Oracle replied, and the golden light around them shrank down, like it was withdrawing. "A ancient, colossal beast of absolute zero. It came from the deepest trenches of the Great Glacier. It felt the death of its children, and now it’s broken through the permafrost. It’s currently leveling the Obsidian Claw packlands, chasing the silver light that slaughtered its army." Kaelen cursed—viciously—hauling me upright, and Caleb’s golden eyes popped wide with panic. Jace was already mentally doing distance calculations, like his brain didn’t even blink.

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Yet even after the food went cold, he never came. I was just about to call him when Annie showed up at the door. She knocked my birthday cake off the table and jabbed a finger at my forehead, her chin tipped up with contempt. "You think just because you married Nate, he belongs to you? Let me make something clear—he's mine." I had had enough. I shoved her hand away, and she spun around, hitting the corner of the dining table and crumpling to the floor. Blood poured from her nose. Nathan walked in at exactly that moment. His face twisted with fury as he rounded on me. "Sherry Alvarez! You know Annie has hereditary hemophilia. Were you trying to kill her? What is wrong with you?"

They were in a heated battle. I joined the pack to fight against the Elder’s rogue and witches army. ****Author's note***** Hi guys! I hope you are enjoying the chapter so far; there's still a lot to be done with so little time. The next chapter is going to be a lot to handle. As always, don't forget to vote and comment your thoughts; I'm always looking forward to reading your comments. Chapter soundtrack: Tales of Dominico by Lil Nas X

Lord Oskar's POV The Secret Headquarters of the Draconis Cor Redmond, Illinois, USA June 26th, 2524 AD ----------------------- Warning: Mature themes such as language, sex, violence, abuse, etc.m In this book. Reader Discretion is advised. -------------------- My stomach roiled as I watched the grotesque spectacle unfold before me. My nephew, Luis, lay bound to the altar, his body contorting and twisting under the influence of the dark magic. The guttural chants of the cultists filled the air, a cacophony of evil that seemed to seep into my very soul. Each agonizing cry that escaped Luis's lips was a dagger to my heart.

🌶️ WARNING 🌶️ The following chapter contains adult content. Please, choose wisely IF you want to read such chapters. This content is meant for an audience of 18+ and ONLY. You've been warned, leave now or regret later. Enjoy, sinners x Ocean Only when I hear the hurried footsteps of Octavius do I step away from the door and let out a deep breath. I need a shower, ice-cold, and a set of new clothes. All I wanted was to reach a point where none of the vampires could hold anything against me. For some strange reason, they like it when the servants address them as Master, but they freak out when I do the same. Can they get any weirder, or is it just me that's confused about everything they do?

“I can’t just—“ Michael cut him off with a sneer. “I wasn’t giving you a suggestion werewolf , it’s an order, poison now, take her, and leave… she’s causing way more trouble than she’s worth. You either get rid of her or we will stop paying you all those millions for the island you’re buying.”

Chills, chills, chills, Orla couldn't feel anything but the extreme cold that was freezing her bones. And because of the darkness that surrounded her, she couldn't see anything. Two thoughts ran through her mind: Why is it so dark and cold here? What exactly am I doing? She tried to blink, shrug, scream, or do anything to save her life. Slowly, the darkness faded away and she got to see how she had been mercilessly murdered by her own self-proclaimed lover and best friend, Dante.

My fingers traced the outline of my pack fondly as a sudden wave of homesickness washed over me. I quickly pulled my hand back but not quick enough to miss being noticed by the prince who was on the other side of the map. “Ivan’s fort is here, right on the edge of the Azurues Ocean. The largest ocean that separates our empire from the other lands.” “Aren’t vampires skittish about water?” I asked and Jasper grinned, “They are vampires, not cats, though sometimes they do look like feral cats now that I think about it.” “When is our next lesson going to be?” I blurted out impatiently.