Ice Prince Adventure Time Novels & Stories

'' I ask, raising an eyebrow at him; waiting for his respond. ''Just come with me.'' He answers, grabbing onto my wrist before starting to pull me out of the garden—heading straight towards a black motorbike, leaving me slightly breathless but then I realise that he's a prince. For some reason, it feels like he's just a normal person. Are all princes like this? We both stop in front of his bike and as I eye the whole body, he stands beside me; zipping up his leather jacket that I didn't come to notice earlier.

Due to these kinds of movies, Raine somewhat accepted what Raeyan and Yris told him about this supernatural world and supernatural powers. Also, of him having supernatural powers, too. Ice, right? Raine thought when he recalled about that princess that Raeyan and Yris told him he was the incarnation of. An ice princess… he thought, then suddenly recalled a children's story about a snow queen. This princess, named ‘Alf’, should have the same powers as this snow queen. And if this princess ascends the throne, then she would really become a queen. A snow queen.

I hear the group of leprechauns in the room suck in their breath at the same time. “You took our Princes over the troll bridge? What were you thinking, Buppig.” Hazdil scolds him. “I was thinkin’ that the Princess needed to get to Eventide before our Prince made a huge mistake and married that Duchess, wasn’t I? We didn’t have time to go the long way around, did we? So we went the short way.” He says defensively and in his anger, I swear I hear a lilt of Ireland in his voice.

Your prince SEBASTIAN,

Iana, possessing a unique connection to the ancient forest, wielded a power that surpassed mortal understanding. As the Forest Shades retreated under her command, she surveyed the wounded prince with concern. Elva, a mischievous forest pixie, fluttered beside Iana, her delicate wings shimmering in the soft light filtering through the trees. "He's bleeding," Elva whispered, her voice carrying a sense of urgency. In the blink of an eye, Iana was by the prince's side, her steps as graceful as a gazelle. She assessed his injuries with a trained eye, recognizing the severity of his condition.

“Indeed. You’re but an insect of level Eight! For the prince himself to notice you would be an honor! What’re you hesitating for?!” The others began to clamor with their opinions. The prince smiled widely, pleased at the situation. He knew Zephyr would put down his pride and follow him. After all, he was but an insect. No matter how strong he was, he would still end up becoming the prince's lapdog.

"Prince," Emily shook her bodyguard's arm, "answer me. What’s your real name? Are you Cayden?" Prince remained silent. His eyes fluttered. "Answer me, Prince. Who are you? Are you Cayden?" Emily's voice became more and more stressful. Suddenly, Prince let out a laugh. "You think of me as Cayden again? Do you expect your first love to be as handsome as me?" "I'm not joking, Prince! If you weren't Cayden, it’s impossible for you to know about that promise."

Oh Prince I am really over joy. Thank you so much. Prince, I renew my pledge to say my heart is completely yours. I love you. I am now emperor power level 4 this is amazing. Prince where did you go that resulted in you continuing fighting for two hours continues. I pulled the dragon eye from my pocket and shown it to them. And I said I went for this. And I stole their book so they had to fight me till I reached the beach. The eagle was the final one. I decided to share whatever I got with you.

he snapped at me and watched as I shuddered, but didn't stop struggling because I couldn't bear the pain again. "When the time comes, he will end you. That is what he is made for" He leaned closer to me and whispered in my ear. "With time Hattie, you will know why the mad prince is called the mad prince"

she trailed. “Sometimes mean things scare people off. She’s right, Adira.” I said, patting her head. “Are you really a prince?” Little Adira asked me. “Yes. I’m a dangerous prince who doesn’t know what he’s capable of sometimes.” I darkly stated. That was the plain truth I just told this little girl. “What are you capable of? Can you create a jar of candies for Adira?” “Don’t disturb Uncle Javier, Adira.” Claudia stepped in the sitting room, saying. “Come and have your bath, you two.”