The Ice King Novels & Stories

He looked untouchable. The "Ice King." That’s what the world calls him now. I stood there, frozen, as the crowd around me cheered at the screen. People were shouting his name, talking about how he was a legend, how he was the youngest captain in history. I remembered a different Klaus. I remembered the Klaus who used to sit on my porch and share a single soda because we only had enough change for one. I remembered the Klaus who promised me that no matter where hockey took him, he would never leave me behind.

He was a King without a country, and I was the unexpected Queen holding the keys to his prison. "You look like you've seen a ghost, Elena," Count Cavalli said. His voice was a low, melodic taunt that echoed off the vaulted ceiling. He stepped closer, the smell of expensive tobacco and ancient stone following him like a shroud. He didn't need the mask anymore; his face was etched with a triumph that was far more terrifying. "Or perhaps you've just realized that the 'Ice King' is actually a commoner in a $5,000 suit."

Ethan Vale was the Ice King, the man who could sign billion-dollar deals without blinking, the man who had looked through her for a year like she was made of glass. But the man standing before her now looked like his heart was breaking. What happened to the Ice King? she thought. "Words cannot begin to describe how much I failed you," he continued, stepping closer. "An apology will never be enough—I know that. But it's not what you think, I need you to let me explain. Please. Just give me five minutes." He reached for her hand. Before she could respond, a voice thundered from the gate. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH MY DAUGHTER?"

Home is the thing he didn't know he was looking for until he found it, and once he found it, he recognized it immediately, because it was the thing he had been missing since Dom died, since before Dom died, since he was a child learning that the safest way to live was to want nothing too much. --- The Ice King. The headline that had been used five years ago, the profile piece in the business section of the Times, the photograph that had captured him in the penthouse, standing by the window, looking out at the city with an expression that the journalist had described as "inscrutable" and that his mother had called "that look you get when you're trying not to fe

"The Ice King? Ivy, what the hell are you even talking about? He’s just... a guy. An arrogant, infuriating jerk who happens to have a permanently sour attitude." "A guy? Elowen, he isn't just a guy," Ivy corrected, throwing her hands up in utter disbelief. She leaned across the counter of Slice & Dice Pizza, the local shop right down the street from the campus gates. "I swear to God, you live under a literal rock. He is the captain of the hockey team, the absolute golden boy of Belmont sports, and actual royalty around here. People call him the Ice King because he’s completely lethal on the rink and completely freezing to anyone

"Your family ruined my father! They stripped us! They stripped our house, our territory, every fucking thing we labored for, and left us with nothing! And now you think you can walk around here like royalty while we wallow in nothing? While we rot in the dust?" "Let go of me!" I screamed, using my free hand to beat against his chest. "Guards! GUARDS!" Julian didn't even flinch. A sick, dark smile spread across his lips as he watched me scream. "They can't hear you, princess," he whispered smoothly. "You don't think I’m as stupid as you Kanes, do you? Oops, I forgot... you’re a dormant. So you don't really know how things work around here, right?" He stepped even closer, trapping my body betw

The floor was icy cold beneath his knees. Kael couldn’t move a single muscle as he stared at the portal; now closed as if it returned to its slumber. His eyes fixed steady. His only heartbeat challenged the sound of the howling chilly wind, slow but strong, pummeling against his chest. What just happened? He could hear voices echoing inside his head. Kael Denvorn, the King’s Guard, Protector of Ice Crown, and Divine Knight of Glacia, had failed once again. The biggest failure he had. The worst one.

Arth replied, still holding the orb and scepter. “By decree bestowed upon me as the High King of Galadhor, I now crown you … King of Glacia.” The High King slowly placed the ice crown on his head. Arth shivered, chills running down throughout his entire body. The crown was heavier than he had thought. “Now rise Arth Aragon the Frostborne, King of Crown Galacer, Ruler of Glacia and Protector of the Northern Realm … Long live the King.” “Long live, the King!” the audience said altogether and then they all kneeled, bowing their heads.

Isak could go out from the Queendom at his will only if he was able to retrieve the children the Vampire King was accused of abducting. Isak assessed the Vampire King, he wasn't a bulkier muscular guy like Isak had imagined him to be. King Vladimir was a leanly muscular man. His skin was smooth and too pale without any tan, probably from never going out in the sun. His features were sharp and breathtaking. But Isak knew that it was just a facade to hide the vicious killer behind. Even if King Vladimir appeared harmless Isak could bet that he could single-handedly slay both him and Victor.

He always stood up to everyone and if I didn't realize I had something else in it, now I realized that he should always have loved Vivi. Just like me. But unlike me, he didn't care about the opinions of others and assumed his feelings for them. They were going to get married! That they were very happy together, that was what I could wish for those two traitors. I didn't care. The most important thing for me has always been my future at the head of the presidency of Mendes de Albuquerque Investimentos. And getting involved with the employee's daughter wouldn't do any good for my image. I had gone straight up to my room after leaving the dining room. I gave up going out that Saturday. There wa