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“Then, what rating does your instructor Uncle Daniel deserve?” “Does a master of the ice line truly require a rating? The howling from the stands tells the entire story.” Isabella’s expressive face made the gathering of journalists chuckle. “Isabella, what tribute do you seek for the coming solstice?” “I want a massive cache of silver hair bands. Of course, the health of the den comes first. No wolf should suffer from the winter rot,” Isabella added after a thoughtful pause. “You speak with the wisdom of an elder, Isabella. You always project such high energy on the ice. Does your wolf never face any pack troubles?” The reporter watched her as if documenting a future legend.

The kind of still that means everyone has noticed and no one is going to be the first to say so. He pulled up. His skates cut clean. He looked at me with an expression that had been carefully emptied of everything except the surface layer of professional neutrality. Then he skated toward me. Slow, deliberate, unhurried in the way of a man who had decided to make a point and wasn't in any rush because the point would land whenever he chose. He stopped close enough that I could see the exact temperature behind his eyes, which was roughly the same as the ice under my blades.

“Careful. They say the Ice King doesn’t melt. Not for anyone.” Bella forced a smile, but her thoughts betrayed her. That morning, she had seen the flicker in his eyes. Just for a second. Enough to make her wonder what secrets Alexander Moreau was hiding behind that icy façade. Enough to make her wonder if she could be the one woman to thaw him.

Samuel knew that would be his last sentence. X reached over his back to unsheathe a translucent blade. The color of the blade could only be described as an icicle that had seen dawn’s first light. The uniqueness did not came from its translucency but the material that it was forged from. The Transcending Ice Crystal. It was stronger than any metal alloy that ever existed but harder than a diamond. The Transending Ice Crystal could only be manipulated once, after the process was completed it would never change the shape it took.

He had his black hood on to cover his face and red eyes, as the people might get suspicious. After waiting for almost half an hour, the High King finally finished, now walking towards the man holding the white pillow where the blue crown had rested. The Ice Crown of Glacia was made of Everfrost Stone, the most valuable mineral in the north, even more valuable than any diamond, as it had been formed for thousands of years in the glaciers, and it would never melt. The High King gently held the crown with both hands, then walked towards the back of Arth’s seat.

Getting in the cave ,which was freezing,Seth put his hand on the scan and cave opened the last doorway "take the girls to the dungeon "he ordered "Yes sir"Alex said Seth made his way to ICE 's office door, gulped and knocked with shaking hands because of who is in the office, " COME IN"said the coldest voice inside,he got in and drop on his knees "REPORT" The owner of the cold voice belonged to a man known as ICE. There was a story behind that name,no one knew his real name except their boss who happened to be his uncle,..he was ruthless , fearless, heartless, never smiled or laughed,or joke around,he was hot tempered

'Lets move the topic for now' "Prof! Can i have ice cream please?"

Isla's eyes widened at the sight, a mixture of curiosity and anticipation flashing across her face. "Liam, my pussy is already dripping from the ice," she whispered, her voice hoarse with need. "What more do you have planned for me?" He smiled, a devilish glint in his ocean-blue eyes. "Oh, my sweet Isla. Just hang on." With that, he picked up a handful of ice cubes, his fingers brushing against the soft feathers. Isla's breath caught in her throat as he brought the ice to her right nipple, already taut and sensitive from the cold air. The moment the ice made contact, she almost screamed, the sensation a jolt of electric pleasure and pain.

For the first time in years, Leka was silent. For the first time in years, I was happy. Just her, me, and a table full of desserts. I never wanted the night to end. And that’s when I heard the thought I wished would never exist. (This iced drink reminds me of the fact that my third name is Ice s—) Ice. My mate is Ice. The Lycan assassin with dark powers. The one the council swore was coming to kill me. The one who left bodies frozen from the inside out.