The Ice Queen Book Novels & Stories

Jane asked, with the pure black ore held in her hand. "It's okay, I guess." The Queen pulled her hand back from Erebus's head, which then fell again because he just doesn’t have ANY energy left, "More fun then." But instead of a smile, the Queen said that with a vicious tone, staring at Jane. And Jane didn't even notice. She opened the book and put it on the table, in the circle of the three item she just took out of the box, and then took a step aside and waited for the Queen.

She had so many things to say, so much to ask yet all of a sudden, her brain went blank. A small part of her was no longer sure if coming here was a good idea. Taking in Esmeray's expression Isak came to her rescue. ”Mom stop being mean. She is my important guest.” "There is a difference between being mean and cautious son. The woman you claimed to be your important guest somehow traveled through the deadly snow-covered Wastelands wearing a freaking summer dress and found a hidden Queendom and if that wasn't enough she cut through my barrier shield with magic seeped in darkness. And look at her appearance. She looks like your cheap tattooed copy." The Cold Queen pointed her thumb at Esmeray'

All he had spared at most was an acknowledging nod. He was rigid beside her, his aura of dominance and control radiating through the entire room and fending off most of the guests from approaching. Yet, a few, such as the ice queen over here were bold enough to take the stance. "I have heard so much about you." Ice Queen continued, sliding her fingers over her chest as she let her eyes run down the length of Hazel's dress. "Good things I hope." Hazel chuckled awkwardly. The woman's eyes snapped back up to hers. "You will be surprised" she answered, throwing her head back and letting out a laugh that was obviously feigned.

When I opened my eyes, the glass was still full of lukewarm water. "The ice coven goes back for centuries," she said, dropping a thick book on the table in front of me after she had made stew for the two of us. I was afraid to ask what was in it, but I ate it without complaint as my stomach growled in irritation. "Where did they come from?" I asked her as I started to flip through the pages of the book. Illustrations are sketched into each page, and the words are handwritten. "We, darling. You say we now, okay?" I nodded my agreement as she continued to tell me the history of the ice coven.

Talk about temptation. "What do you think you are doing?!" I prompt myself on my elbows, pulling the covers to my chest as I watch him slide his arm under me. He pulls me flush against him, his hand forcing my head gently on his chest. "Are you trying to write me a death sentence? Princess Asta Eragonia will have my head for this!" I force myself off, barely making any distance. "So much to be loyal to your queen," I state in an incriminating tone. "I am loyal to my Queen." he declares.

My chest tightened at the sight of her, safe and smiling like nothing in the world could touch her. “Mama!” she said, reaching for me. I took her from him and held her close for a moment. She was the only person who could calm my racing heart. “Hey, baby,” I murmured. “We got ice cream,” she exclaimed excitedly. “And I didn’t spill it this time.” “That’s good,” I answered, forcing a small smile. Rosa appeared from the hallway. “Come, Millie. Let’s get you cleaned up.” Millie nodded and slid out of my arms, taking Rosa’s hand and heading upstairs without any fuss.

she asked, craning her neck at the crowd. "The Ice Queen has arrived," replied Natalie as they watched the mob of reporters step aside to let the willowy woman through. Dressed in a champagne form-fitting silk dress, she was the Ice Queen personified with her porcelain complexion, big luminous green eyes and long, straight jet black hair falling on her bare shoulders and down her back. She strutted gracefully through the room, turning heads wherever she went. But she seemed oblivious to half the men in the room gawking at her. Her attention was on one man and one man only. But other than a slight nod in her direction, Andrei barely acknowledged her presence.

With the wife he mourned who was close enough to reach in three days' ride. Perhaps I was as cold as everyone believed. Perhaps keeping them apart was the act of a monster rather than a queen. But monsters won wars. And I intended to win everything. I dressed in robes that marked me as northern royalty, layers of white fur and silver thread that made me look like a winter incarnate, just as how they see me. The ice queen. . As I prepared to face the Council that thought they still controlled me, I pushed thoughts of Daphne and Aldric and Milo into the depths where they could not interfere.

Here, I write to you, so you will live again, if in nothing else but memories of mine and others. …before I forget. Then maybe, maybe I shall be forgiven.’ This story of yours and mine, I pray to be rewritten. The story that begins here. Once upon a time, in a land that was said to be ravaged by ice and snow for seven months straight, there was once a kingdom in the north that was now no more. And in this kingdom of ice and snow, there was once a queen named Eleanor. Now, this Queen was said to be the fairest in all the land... with a hair that was the shade of morning dawn and eyes of the clearest, bluest summer skies.

The room was quiet. Too quiet. The kind that made one's mind chase its own tail. I had been reading for hours, eyes dragging over the same page thrice before it stuck. Isla had lent me the book earlier that evening, some romantic fiction she swore would "help me sleep." But sleep was the last thing I wanted. I wanted to stay awake. If my hunch was right, the Queen would come tonight. She always came after an uproar—whenever I stirred the nest too much. She had her ways of appearing uninvited, wrapped in light and secrets.