The Ice Queen Book Novels & Stories

I muttered, but Derek didn’t answer, his attention fixed on the stage. One by one, the maidens faltered. Their feet stumbled, their arms dropped, and they collapsed into bows before the fire. Until only one remained. The lead. She spun with effortless grace, her veil trailing, her arms raised to the blood moon as though she was calling it down to set the whole world ablaze. The crowd erupted in cheers, clapping, chanting, their voices shaking the night. But Jace—Jace wasn’t cheering. He wasn’t even moving. He looked carved out of stone, his eyes wide, his chest heaving too fast. His stare was locked on her, and he looked like he’d seen a ghost crawl out of the flames.

The Team was thanking Xasha for their bodysuits, seeing that remnant spirits brought up many awful memories. The Ice Queen was a 150-meter tall beauty with long white hair, wearing a long royal dress with snow petals rising slowly off it that gave her a mysterious air. In her delicate hands, she held a similar-looking scythe to the one Emily had in her hands. This was the ruler of the Glacier Forest, a Thorium Realm energy beast that was formed completely from ice and snow.

I also knew that no matter how much I loved my mate I would die for the King and Queen if need be. With the king shifted and the queen frozen I tried again to move to fight the unknown evil. My feet were stuck to the ground. My head could move allowing me to see the scene below me. The powerful magic was lurking all around. The moon goddess hasn’t appeared yet either. Whatever kind of magic that was being used against us is absolutely terrifying. My mind was racing. My mate was stuck as well and I couldn’t even reach her. Icy was a beautiful snow leopard shifter that I was lucky enough to find. The Queen helped me locate her and for that I will be forever in her debt.

“The gate will take us to the Frost Court.” The queen looked through the opening, her expression solemn. “The Ice Queen rules there.” I peered at them, then at Alaric. And slowly the realization hit. Slowly.. Then all at once. I turned my head at the queen. “You mean Aya’s mother is not just some fairy—” The queen looked at me. “She is the Fairy Queen.” I whipped my head towards Alaric. His face went completely still. “A queen?” I said.

Even the flame dimmed. Carvings covered the walls depictions of battles between beings that defied shape. At the center of it all was a woman with fire in her hands and a crown of light. Elizabeth paused. It was her. Or someone who looked like her. “Isolde said the Flame Queen was a myth,” Lucian whispered. “Or prophecy,” Elizabeth said softly. “Maybe both.” As they descended deeper, the pulsing grew stronger like a heartbeat within the ice. At the glacier’s heart, they found it.

she replies. The Queen watches her in the mirror, her expression thoughtful but proud. “You will be ready when the time comes,” she says calmly. Outside, the footsteps return. Closer this time. Heavier. Not hurried in joy, but driven by urgency. A murmur rises in the corridor. Low voices. Sharp whispers. Still, inside the chamber, no one pays attention. “Bring the jewels,” the Queen orders. A servant rushes forward with a small carved box, placing it carefully on the nearby table. The lid opens to reveal rows of glittering pieces, gold and gemstones catching the morning light.

she roared, as the pages of the now open book flipped to the one she was looking for. As she hurriedly read the words on the page, Lavana cast a fireball at her, “Stubborn,” she muttered, vanishing and appearing behind the queen, hitting her across the face with her tail. The queen closed the book and attempted to put it back in her storage ring but Lavana hurled an ice chain at the book, forcefully bringing it into her left hand, “Quite the weight,” she commented. “Give it back!" the frenzied queen yelled, flying towards Lavana with swiftness, but Lavana simply teleported and appeared on the surface of the lake.

It climbed her torso. "Cat!" Jack screamed, his hand reaching out. He grabbed her hand just as the ice reached her neck. She opened her eyes one last time. Her irises had turned completely white. Her lips barely moved, stiff and blue. "Wake... me... up... when... it's... over." The ice claimed her face. In a fraction of a second, Catherine—the fierce, sharp-tongued, loyal Ice Queen—was gone. In her place stood a perfect, terrifyingly beautiful statue of ice, her hand outstretched, her expression one of determined sacrifice.

I will find her and help her, regardless of the cost. For now, all I wish is to get out of here. It turns out that the Queen summoned me not because she was interested in getting to know me. Her intention was to humiliate me and explain why Selene is a suitable choice to be queen, whereas I am not. Did I mention that Selene was wearing the same necklace the Queen gave me? Well, she was. And I don't believe it's a mere coincidence. Soon, the hidden card in their deceitful game will be revealed.

She was unable to suppress the quiet whine that worked its way out of her throat, cracking through the flimsy apprehension that they were both immersed in. Another big hand slipped down her stomach, a warm palm flattening which made the Queen shiver. Lukas parted her lips with his tongue, licking into her mouth carefully and languidly. She mewled, lifting her hands and curling them around his neck, trying to pull him even closer. Lukas was warm and firm against her, overwhelming in every way possible.