The Ice King Novels & Stories

After that, Ice King allowed his grandson to show off what he had learned in the past year. The Ice King's grandson was still young, but his divine sword was extremely sharp and fierce. With one glance, one could tell that it was an cultivator that was about to take the path of killing. The crowd cheered loudly. Then, a few descendants of noble kings stepped onto the stage to show their improvements.

King finally screamed from the bleachers, it seemed like his focus on Lina had shifted to the rink to see what was happening. The shot drifted off the post but almost all of the newbies couldn't hide their joy for the excellent and fearless play. King, however, wasn't familiar with the feud between me and Kate. He kept calling out to Kate to see how well I was playing. "It wasn't anything special." Kate shrugged him off However, the way I moved and the way I was shooting the puck must have compelled King to watch the intriguing play as he didn't seem to be listening to what Kate was saying.

“One second he’s cold as ice, and the next…” “And the next what?” Sophie grinned. She hesitated. And the next, he looked at me like I was the only one in the world. But she couldn’t say it aloud. “Nothing,” she muttered. “He just… noticed me. That’s all.” Sophie laughed. “Careful. They say the Ice King doesn’t melt. Not for anyone.”

I answered. Jealousy and rage flashed through Sean Noble’s eyes, and that pleased me deeply. “You tried to push me out, Sean, but what you don’t know is that I am the Ice King of this game, and you cannot change it,” I finished. Sean Noble ground his teeth in annoyance, but there was nothing he could do. “That doesn’t give you the right to eavesdrop on people’s private conversation,” Sean Noble said, shifting the conversation to where he would have the upper hand. “Worse, using it against them,” he added warningly.

"You want freedom? Earn it." I blink. "By doing what? Playing Florence Nightingale in your blood-stained kingdom?" "By proving to me that you can stay one step ahead of rot." The Ice King turns toward a shelf behind his desk and pulls a slim, locked folder from the drawer then tosses it onto the polished wood with a sharp thud. "There's a man in my crew who's been acting strange," he says. "I want you to observe him. Watch. Listen. Tell me what your gut says."

Some masochistic impulse made me look over my shoulder, made me seek out those eyes that had been boring into me all evening. Killian hadn't moved. He was still seated at that velvet booth like a king watching his domain, one hand wrapped around what looked like a glass of neat whiskey, the other resting on the table with fingers that I knew could sign contracts worth millions and destroy careers with equal ease. The low light caught the expensive fabric of his charcoal suit, tailored to perfection and probably worth more than most people made in a month. He looked like what he was—power personified, wealth and influence wrapped in a devastatingly attractive package.

Living, undeniable proof of her statement walked through the door. Xander Hale. He didn't just walk. He strode in with the kind of confidence that made it impossible not to look. He didn't bother glancing at the teacher, the chattering students, or anyone else in the room. No, Xander freaking Hale acted like the entire world existed on his terms. And maybe it did.

“He wanted to make sure we knew what you had gotten yourself into.” I felt myself pale at her words. I swallowed my panic the best I could. “What exactly did he tell you?” “That Alexander is the Ice King,” she said. “That he’s been acting in the Roguelands to hinder the Northern kings intrusions into our kingdom, but doing so in a way that’s not strictly legal.” “Apparently he’s been doing this since he was a teenager,” my father added with a tone of disbelief. “Tell me, did you know all along?”

There were grass all around and in the middle was a walkway made out of what seemed to be ice. He gazed at the iced path in awe. "Wow, is that real ice?" The King glanced at the walkway and nodded. "We have materials that stop the ice from melting. Besides, the North is a cold place. It keeps them in shape." "This is so amazing!" Prince Ron cooed. He ran to the walkway then looked at his beloved excitedly. "Can I walk on it?"

The moonlight hit the sharp line of his jaw. "I told her that if she ever speaks to you in that tone again—if she ever 'evaluates' you like a piece of livestock—I will move the corporate headquarters to Singapore and take the Wolfe name with me. She would be the queen of an empty castle." He turned back to me, and for the first time, the Ice King looked... human. There was a raw, jagged edge to his expression that I had never seen. "You think I don't see you, Amara? You think I don't know that you’re the only person in this entire, godforsaken house who isn't trying to steal from me?"