Novel & Cerita The Ice Queen Book

"The High Queen was the sovereign of the tides before she was the queen of the dark. The sea remembers her better than the land does." Suddenly, the ice beneath us groaned—a deep, tectonic sound that vibrated through the marrow of my bones. "Hold!" Leo’s voice roared from the rear. The pack stopped instantly. The silence was absolute. A hundred yards ahead, one of the cathedral-sized ice waves began to shift. It didn't melt; it shattered. Massive blocks of sapphire ice, each weighing tons, tumbled down, but instead of crashing into the surface, they hovered. They began to spin, caught in a localized vortex of violet wind.

Darkness didn’t come all at once. It pressed in slowly, like something heavy lowering over her face, muffling the world piece by piece. Louise lay where she had fallen, her body twisted awkwardly against the roots and damp earth, blood pooling beneath her in a thick, sticky warmth that no longer felt entirely like her own. Her chest rose—barely. Air scraped into her lungs in shallow, uneven pulls, each breath thinner than the last. The cold had settled into her bones, creeping inward from the ground beneath her, numbing her fingers first, then her arms, then deeper still.

"Who said this would be easy? The queen was clearly pleased with him yesterday, and today he's dead. He didn't even last twenty-four hours. She's so brutal—how are we supposed to win her over?" "It's impossible. We'll never make it back home. We might as well wait here to die!" Only I remained as calm as before, replaying everything that had happened the day before. The company had organized an overseas trip. Then the plane crashed. When we opened our eyes again, we had all transmigrated into a novel as challengers. Our target was the story's female lead—the Queen Rara McKayla. She ruled the world, peerlessly beautiful, yet notoriously mercurial. History recorded countless examples of her cr

Elara hissed, digging her filthy nails into my shirt and pulling me back. "We shouldn't be here. If she catches us…" "She's not here, Elara," I interrupted, a malicious, ugly grin breaking across my dirt-stained face. "You heard the maids. The Ice Queen rode out into the night to play the hero. The nest is completely empty." And if the Goddess is truly on our side, I thought darkly, maybe she won’t even come back alive. I pushed the heavy, broken doors open, breaking inside the humid glass dome with Elara trailing nervously behind me like a frightened shadow.

Join Aimee and the Aces and Eights for some good MC drama, or dream with no boundaries as the Baku guides your sleep at Ravenclaw-you are only limited by your imagination. The following series is called Fire and Ice. The first book is about Adrastus and how he came to be the King. Join him on his journey before April was even born and learn why he earned his title of the forsaken one. Please leave a review at the end of the book, so I know how you're feeling. THANKS!! Fire and Ice part one: Adrastus the Forsaken one. Molten lava warmed the skin of the old ones, bathing in the furnaces. Scales alight with flames as the legends made flesh reveled in their mighty forms.

Once upon a time, I was the Queen of icy heart but Nathaniel managed to melt the ice that surrounded my heart and soul with his love…. The end of book one in this series…want more? Read on…. The queen of forced decisions Anabelle and Seth Once upon a time, I was a nice girl. Pure, innocent, and full of life. Well, in a way I was still full of life, but innocence and pureness flew out the window when my foster brother forced me into working at one of the brothels.

He commented before he looked down at the large book he was holding in his hands. "It was a bit of a hustle to get this book from the large library. Old Lady Waina refused to let me in for a while, said the queen should come take the books she needs herself. Old cat." I chuckled before I reached for the book and Sir Hunder handed it to me. "This is it?" I asked. "It's quite... thick." My comment made Sir Hunder chuckle. "Of course, it is Queen Frost. You didn't expect to have the kingdom's laws to be any thinner, did you?"

“My son… I am scared that he might follow the same destiny as mine.” I looked down, intertwined my two hands. The weight in my chest. The painful sensation. The sorrow and grief. “I can truly see the gladness in his eyes every time he looks at you.” Queen Ice held my hand and placed it on her cheek. “Promise me, if you love him, fight for it. Get away from this bloody place. Create a wonderful family. Time will pass by and you can’t pull it back.” The tears were in the side of her eyes. She brought her hand down and rested her palm on my cheek. “Colden is as kind as the blossoming flower. He can’t hurt you because he knows what I experienced in loving the wrong person. He might look weak, a

I’ll burn every character in this story to the ground if it means we are the only ones left in the final chapter. I looked at him—my husband, my protector, my beautiful monster—and I knew the war was just beginning. The pieces were moving, the secrets were out, and the Ice Queen was finally ready to play. Isabella thought she could compete with me. Tiffany thought she could replace me. Julian thought he could buy me. And Silas... Silas thought he could control the man who worshipped the ground I walked on. They were all wrong. Let them move, Xavier, I said, a sharp, emerald-green smile touching my lips. I want to see them fall one by one. I want them to feel the ground disappear beneath thei

She asked with her head tilted. "What is up with the nickname the ice queen? You don't seem very icy to me." Natalia almost spit her drink out as she started laughing. He smiled brightly at her reaction. "When interning, I refused all advances from men who were my bosses. When I started out on my own, I continued to refuse them and still became successful. Men don't like a woman who doesn't need them to help her get what she wants. I wanted to be respected for the way I worked, not who I slept with. Those same men started calling me the ice queen. The name stuck the more I rose because I don't get personal with anyone. Honestly, my staff and I laugh about the nickname." She gave hi