Ninjago Ice Emperor Novels & Stories

It never came. Instead of Ivanov, a blue and white blur filled my vision. It was Jax. He didn't hit me with a check. He didn't shove me. He drove his body into mine with impossible force, pinning me hard against the ice, his full weight crushing me. The impact knocked the wind out of me, my helmet clacking against the ice as we slid in a tangled heap. The whistle blew, sharp and piercing.

Because for the first time, time itself was in my hands. I no longer wanted to stand behind someone, playing the obedient Donna. I wanted to become the one who writes the rules of this world. Under the moonlight, I opened my hand, then slowly curled my fingers into a fist. If I needed practice… Then the first target would naturally be the man who once treated me like something that could never leave him. Vincent Russo.

Like a house with all the lights turned off. Under his left sleeve, I saw the jagged edge of a scar. A gunshot wound. I'd heard the rumors. In the last five years, Gwen had become the undisputed king of Chicago's underworld. He ruled with an iron fist. No one dared to challenge him. The price was endless war and bloodshed. His eyes scanned the room, and then they landed on me. And stopped. We just stared at each other, the noise of the reception fading away. Five years, gone in an instant.

He wasn’t used to rejection that wasn’t fueled by fear or strategy. This one had been… clean. And somehow, that made him want her more. He hated that. On the ice, he could dominate. He could control outcomes, crush opponents, bend narratives to his will. But Sheila Feint? She was untouched territory. And for the first time in a long time, the Ice King was losing control of the game.

Kade better hurry up on his end, or I’m going to burn this place to the ground with all of them inside. “You? You think you’re going to take down the empire I’ve created? That’s rich, really. Even with all your money, there isn’t anything you can do that Scotland Yard and MI-6 haven’t already tried. Even that flash drive you stole from my business is useless, so I would be careful what threats you want to throw out there,” Duncan warns, taking a step closer to me.

He was far off, watching and commanding his men. "I want to know what the Emperor’s own blood means to him. Stand down or your prince dies!" I shouted, and with those words, the sky flashed with lightning. The tree behind the Naga prince wrapped around his powerful body, as the bolt of lightning simply skimmed past him, making him roar in pain.

I retrieve the gem and leave. “And yes, Emilio's baby did escape. I don't know how, but when I came back to HQ they told me, it was a "Tiyanak". That doesn't bother me. What bothers me is Emilio's words. “What am I? What does Emilio mean when he said that I'm a Half-blood?” “IW seems to be hiding something”

I glance up at the Murano glass chandelier above. “What do you want to see, Serafina?” he asks, my name rolling off his tongue with something too smooth behind it. “Maybe the dungeon,” I reply. “Ah… looking for your friend,” Jero says easily. We reach a corner of the basement, the same direction I came from earlier. “You want to know a fun fact?” he adds. “What is it?” “I’m the one who captured Kael. You know ‘Invisible’ is his codename, right? All those successful missions,” he says.

Wang Yuji's mumble ended his long confession. Previously, Wang Yuji said that if the Emperor's main goal in power was to create a New World Order, an ideal life form was taken from the Emperor's own point of view. Where, in the future the Emperor will build a giant wall in all countries on earth. After the project is successful, then humans are on the same level as pets that can be slaughtered at any time.