Ice Queen Personality Novels & Stories

Everything about her is that of a queen, I’ll make sure she sees that. How easily she wanted to put the country and people before herself made me see just how good of a queen she would be. She is not just a robotic human who grew up listening to the same set of rules, do this and don’t do that. No, she has a mind of her own and I know she has great ideas that will birth a better werewolf community. Something I’ve been dreaming of since I understood what being the future lycan king meant.

She's a fierce woman who loves bright colors with unnerving passion. Hailey had both arched brow, deep set, jet black eyes and a proud nose. All accentuated by her full, red as a cherry bow-shaped lips. Jana can now understand that Queenie's “cold monarch” temperament is no match to Hailey's “aggressive and straightforward” bearing. Giovanni's humble and bright personality suits Hailey's complicated, strict self. If their happy ending doesn't mean her unfortunate demise, Jana would congratulate them right on the spot. She would even host the wedding for them. Jana will spend Queenie's money with relish. 'I'd even suggest funding your future kids' full scholarship.'

Her voice chows the disbelief as well as her eyes were reflecting her emotions— unlike before. “The whole day.” Albert repeated as an answer. This earned a shocked expression from the female but then again, it was Hestia, the Ice Queen who was not fond of loud places and also the crowd. She would rather be a wallflower than dance in the middle of the floor. She especially prefers to sleep when parties and events such as these— that does not require her participation, she would be likely in her room, sleeping. The two of them laughed at this, finding that Hestia is indeed an enigma even though one might have thought that they had solved her and upon closer look, they only opened more question

She has tears streaming down her face without her realizing it. Because that's the words she wants to hear after all this time. For not to be judged by what she is but for who she is. She's a proud Adventurer Wiz the Ice Witch. Not some unknown undead Lich. When she's still alive she has a big pride for who she is. But after some time passed she started forgetting it. And that makes her afraid. Afraid of losing her true identity. People keep calling her evil undead even though she's not, she always protects them even until now.

London knew this was coming and came prepared not to lose the battle. Returning the smile and leaning even closer to the CEO, London pulled her Queenie charm and showed the grand high witch why she was a popular streamer. “That depends. This queen isn’t lacking much. Is the deal you’re coming with befitting royalty?” Hearing the challenge, Wanda didn’t budge at first. She was impressed by that confidence level in the seemingly meek lady earlier. It was as if someone flipped a switch inside London. Queenie was her alter ego, and perhaps, that was London Webb’s true personality.

“Great. And please call me Aleria when it is just the two of us, I insist.” I nodded at her in bewilderment. She was acting like I was her new best friend and we were having a tea party. I just couldn’t wrap my head around the idea. What was with the one eighty degree change in personality? Was this her real personality, or was she lulling me into a false sense of security before trying to trap me? I looked at the Queen warily, and she rolled her eyes at me, again! What was with her and rolling her eyes?

I said "Just because you weren't raised in a castle doesn't mean you wouldn't be a good Queen. You are all those things you just don't realize it yet. You are also caring and forgiving, which are great personality traits for a luna and Queen," Keith said "You really think so?" I asked

That sneer. I didn't need to turn back before I knew who it was. I could already picture the curled lips, raised brows and thinly veiled disgust as if my mere presence disgusted her. Maya Walker—the college self-proclaimed queen bee, bully and my personal nightmare. She is the princess of Duskwatch Pack. From childhood, we've always been like sworn enemies for reasons I don't really know. In the pack, she made my life a living hell. She bullied me, painted me as the bad person while no one knows her true colour. She was always the kind princess.

I roll my eyes inwardly. Anyone who sees her now would think that was her throne and she is the queen. Well technically, she is. Imogen is currently the queen of the lycans where my father came from. Her long, beachy waves cascaded down her round breasts looking firm beneath her glittery midnight blue evening dress. The wrinkles on her face were barely visible, and I knew it was the power of make-up that did it. Her style and the way she clothed herself as time passed changed to an extent where people around her would often mistake her as a woman in her mid 20's.

"You’ve got flashy hands, I'll give you that. But out here in the real world, ego gets you crushed. You think you're untouchable because of a few headlines?" She skated closer, stopping inches from the boards where I stood. She tilted her chin up, her gaze steady, completely unbothered by my intimidation. "I don't think I'm untouchable, Coach Sterling. I KNOW I'm the best skater in this program. I am the Ice Queen. You can try to put me down all you want, but you can't deny what you saw today."