The Ice Queen Book Novels & Stories

I shook my head as I pulled my phone out and watched her and Heth come into the house and make some lunch. She had developed into a beautiful woman. Her long black hair hung down to her perfect ass. She had put some red highlights in it and I loved it. She stood at five eight but she was the perfect height for me. Her eyes though they really caught your attention. They were like the perfect shade of blue I have ever seen. When I stared into them I have to pull myself back or I would be lost in them. I closed the app on my phone and put it back in my pocket. Heth truly was the only person I did trust with her. He knew my dirty little fantasy's about making her mine. I knew he would protect he

I see a figure float down before they stand before me. I bow my head almost instantly as I realise that I am in the presence of the Moon Goddess herself. "Rise my child." She says, her voice silky smooth. I do so immediately and I am entranced by her flawless beauty. Her stark white hair is in big curls and her gown is gorgeous. I can't even discribe it other then the fact that it closely resembles Elsa from Frozen's gown. This is unbelievable. "Believe it, darling." She says smiling at me. "You are here because you are to be the Queen of the Shifters. You are willing though you have doubts. Why is that?" She asks and I know she already knows the answer.

He mumbled calmly in an assurance. “Let us go!” I mumbled and we continued our walk. “Your Highness! She is here.” He said when we stepped inside the chamber where both King and Queen are present on the thrones. “I did not get time to have a word with you Child as I was needed to look after the settling of the people that returned from Palmer.” She said in a tone like an authority and I gave her a small nod. “I am Sabrina, Queen of the Nadir.” She added.

Talk about Disney, but a beautiful beast this time. "Dude, how did you find out what books she read?” he drew out a hardcover and pushed it back in. “Lily doesn't watch porn; she just crosses her legs and reads em. Damn, these designers know what they're doing.” Adler frowned, and Rune caught the twist. Turning fully to him, he leered, “Judge from your reaction; just stick with admiring the covers because these pages are Pandora's boxes for real, so why the hell are we here? You gonna talk or what?"

I still had a scar on my shoulder from Harper’s attack, and Daniel always kissed it first before slipping between my legs and making me the happiest woman on earth. Two hours later, we ordered room service, and I picked up our clothes before they arrived. Life was so much better than I could ever have expected. I thought I had to be single to be the queen of the ice. I never in my wildest dreams thought I could have everything I dreamed of all at once. Over the coming week, I made it through all three competitions and finally made it to the regionals. I was on my way, and whenever I listened to the news, it sounded like I was on fire. People loved me. If only they knew what was hiding undern

Prince Ron sat obediently on a bed—well, as obediently as he could manage—while the Ice Fairy Queen moved gracefully around him, her shimmering white gown trailing like mist on ice. Her crystal blue eyes sparkled as she checked over him and gently examined his belly. “Would you stop staring at her and smiling like that?” Zedekiel, who was beside him, holding his hand, huffed.

I asked in shock. “It doesn’t matter,” she said. “You’re now their favorite narrative. The Ice Queen reunited with the fallen King? It’s gold, Ophelia.” I got up and walked over to the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking out into the city lights. "Send them a picture. One of the older ones. Grainy and provocative would be good. Let them think about that." Charlotte smiled, her thumbs moving rapidly over the keyboard. "Done. Oh, and Lia—we found his address. It wasn’t even that hard."

The promise of a future, messy, terrifying, possibly violent, cracked the ice around my ribs. “Will you at least tell me who this hunter is?” I asked, trying to sound casual. I failed. My voice wavered. He laughed, low and pleased, like a man who had just won a private duel. "Who else could it be but my beautiful Ice Queen. Mine." He took me in his arms then, leaned down, capturing my mouth in a kiss. Soft at first, then deeper. Hungry. Dangerous. My body responded with want and need. My ice thawed.

But what sent a chill down my spine the most was not the Queen’s manipulation — it was her certainty. The way she had spoken of Icewood as though it were already within her reach. “The snow always melts,” the Queen had said, smiling over her goblet. At the time, the words had seemed poetic. Now I clearly saw the blade beneath them. The Red Moon pack was preparing to move — not through war, but through alliance, deception, and a very slow heated corrosion. Of course —my father was the entry point.

“This.” Shame twisted hard in my chest. I hated that she’d seen it. Hated that part of me cared. “What exactly were you expecting?” I asked coldly. “The Ice King,” she answered honestly. “Not someone who looks exhausted all the time.” I looked away first. Weak. “That room changes nothing.” “Maybe not,” she said quietly. “But it explains things.” I laughed harshly. “Please. Go ahead and psychoanalyze me, documentary girl.” Her jaw tightened instantly. “Why do you do that?”