The Ice Queen の小説・ストーリー

The sixth year I gave up my family, my name, everything, to be with Marcus. That’s when I found out I was just a stand-in for the one he could never forget. And now, she was back. I accepted my family’s arrangement. The marriage alliance. The day my engagement dress arrived at the office, Marcus looked pissed. “I thought we agreed we’d get married when my career was more stable.” I said nothing. But when the wedding invitation arrived, Marcus finally broke. The groom wasn't him. It was the heir to the Moretti family.

In my previous life, on the day my sister and I attended the Witch Covenant's mating ceremony, I saved a fallen vampire prince. To repay my debt, the prince, upon returning to his clan, immediately declared that I would be his future bride. A year later, I gave birth to a pureblood heir—the only successor of the entire vampire lineage. The prince was overjoyed. On the day of his coronation as King, he sealed a blood bond with me, declaring me his eternal companion and queen. From that moment, I was revered by all races. My sister, meanwhile, chose a powerful werewolf Alpha, only to fade into obscurity as one among his many lovers. Her jealousy of me spiraled into madness. During a full-moon ritual held by the witches, she pushed me into an abyss, leaving me to die from the fall. When I opened my eyes again, I saw her running toward the direction of the vampire prince's misfortune on the very day of the mating ceremony. I knew then: she, too, had been reborn. But what she didn't realize was this—becoming the prince's bride was easy. Winning his heart, bearing his child, now that was as impossible as climbing to the heavens.

Her life became a whirlwind after her 18th birthday. One drunken night changes her life in a way she never expected, or thought possible. Being thrusted in to the world of the supernatural she learns about herself, her family and a prophecy the Lycan king is trying to keep buried. Damon was a responsible young prince, a plot against him to keep an old prophecy from coming true leads, Damon to a chance encounter with his fated mate. One night changed his life forever. As forces threaten to rip them apart Aurora and Damon face off against the most dangerous of foes and together they set out to make alliances and restore the kingdoms to their former glory. Aurora and Damon must win the war between good and evil, As their faith and bond is tested they learn to navigate the war and stay together to reclaim what is rightfully theirs.

For ten years, I spent by Damien Thorne's side, helping him transform from a servant's son into the powerful Alpha of Shadow Pack. I believed I would eventually see the day he'd claim me as his mate. Instead, he brought home Scarlett Rivers, his childhood sweetheart who had been living abroad, treating her like precious royalty while making her his Luna. To help his beloved Scarlett and free her parents from prison, Damien handed over my healing potion patents without hesitation. Even my own son was placed in Scarlett's care to secure her position as Shadow Pack's Luna. I became everything to Damien—his financial backer, his assistant, his healer, his bed partner—everything except what I truly wanted to be: his rightful mate. "Just wait a little longer," Damien always promised me. "Once I repay my debt to my childhood benefactor, you'll be my only mate." So, I kept waiting and waiting. But Damien seemed to forget his promises entirely. Even my own child began to despise me. Suddenly, exhaustion hit me like a tidal wave. Waiting felt pointless. I didn't want to do it anymore.

They thought wolves hid because they were afraid. They were wrong. Once, she was human. Chosen at the crossroads by the Moon and claimed by Hecate, she was remade into something that had never existed before—and crowned Queen Mother Luna, sovereign of a hidden world built on secrecy and law. She is not merely their ruler. She is their foundation. Because the wolves who came after her were forged from her judgment. One rule protects them all: No human may ever learn the truth. Break it, and you are erased. Your wolf is torn away. Your memories are stripped clean. You are cast into the human world as if you never existed. As packs rebel and the limits of secrecy are tested, the Queen must enforce the law she was created to embody—even when love, loyalty, and blood demand mercy. Because she was not chosen to be kind. She was chosen to ensure survival. And once a wolf is erased… nothing can bring them back.

I and Ella have been in love with each other since 6 years old. She was my princess and I knew she will rule my heart like a queen when we will grow old. I am smart, brave, and very over-protective of the person whom I love. I love the concept of saving the damsel in distress. . . But then everything went down the hill when I discovered who my girlfriend is. My Girlfriend had kept one of the biggest truths of her life from me. My Girlfriend was never a damsel in distress. My Girlfriend is Mafia Queen!

Erica was Alpha Justin's mate until he threw her away like trash. The man she loved the most branded her as a criminal, stripped her of her dignity, and exiled her to the Forbidden Place. But she survived all the pain. Her fate was strange. It watched her fall, only to place her in the path of the most dangerous man on the mountain. Adam Scott, the second Lycan Prince, was the man everyone spent their lives trying to avoid. But for Erica, the one man she was supposed to fear is the only one standing between her and the grave. Justin threw her to the wolves, never realizing she was their Queen. Adam pulled her close, and let everyone find out what happened when an exiled Omega finally found her power. “Erica, I am sorry. Come back to me,” Justin begged her to return. "Tell me, darling. When I burn his pack house to the ground, do you want to watch, or do you want to be the one to light the match?” Adam asked her with a smirk, his voice a low growl.

My roommate, Keith Kavanaugh, calls himself the "Holy Son of Frost". On the very first day we meet, he insists that the air conditioner in our dorm room must stay on until October, and the temperature can never go above 50°F. He claims, "A mystic says I'm the Holy Son of Frost, so I have a rare physique. I can only live in cool environments of 50°F at most." He even starts live-streaming, and his "special condition" instantly attracts a huge following. Meanwhile, I'm sitting right in front of the AC vent, so I'm shivering all over from the cold. I quickly turn the temperature up, but he immediately turns it back down and even locks the remote in his cabinet. "We're all educated college students here. Why are you so selfish?" he questions. Faced with his unreasonable accusation, I hold back my anger and try to reason with him. "We're in the north region. The weather here is cool enough in September. There's no need to set the AC this low. But if you insist, I can switch spots with you…" Keith cuts me off impatiently, "Are you crazy? Who sleeps right in front of the AC vent? What if I get sick from it? No one else has a problem. Why are you the only one making a fuss? Let me warn you—I'll melt from the heat. If you make me uncomfortable during my stay, I'll have you kicked out!" I realize there's no reasoning with him, so I plan to contact the dorm counselor to switch rooms. But Keith beats me to it! He goes to her first, records a video, and even posts it online. He accuses me, a local student, of being selfish and bullying him, someone who is from out of town. Just then, a new post suddenly appears on the campus forum. The poster writes, "My roommates are too wasteful. One guy washes his hair every day, and he even uses running water. He even takes a shower after every training session! Meanwhile, I can wash my whole body with just one damp towel. "And the worst part of this is that they want to kick me out after I made an itemized bill to split expenses. These cheapskates are always taking advantage of me. I'm looking for a high-quality dorm to take me in." My eyes light up instantly. He's the one!

It only took a moment to burn everything down. For five years, Isla Merrick played the part—soft-spoken wife, graceful hostess, quiet shadow to Callum Braxton’s powerful presence. She became what the world expected: dutiful, polished, harmless. Then came his cold declaration: “Let’s get divorced.” No emotion. No explanation. Just a clean cut—like a business deal. But Callum never knew she had been waiting for that moment. Planning for it. Beneath the composed surface, Isla had been sharpening the edges he once dulled. Because Isla Merrick had a past—and it wasn’t the scandal the tabloids spun. It was deeper. Sharper. Before she was Mrs. Braxton, she trained at Summerdell—an elite, off-the-record martial arts academy. Whispers of crime and prison blurred the truth, but Isla stayed silent. She had bigger plans. Three years later, she returns—not to reconcile, but to reintroduce herself. Isla Merrick now runs a luxury fashion empire, famous for turning scandal into power. And when she steps into the country’s most elite gala, draped in elegance and authority, Callum barely recognizes her. But she recognizes him. Before he can speak, a figure joins her—Dorian Kane. Ruthless investor. Public obsession. His hand rests on Isla’s waist like it belongs there. “Just so we’re clear, Braxton,” Dorian says coolly. “She’s not yours. Not anymore.” For Callum, it’s the beginning of a reckoning. For Isla, it’s the first breath of freedom. She isn’t the woman who once begged to be loved. She’s the woman who knows she never needed to be. And this time, she’s not just rewriting the story—she’s owning the ending.

Seven years of following him like a shadow, believing the Moon Goddess had blessed her with a fated mate. But Marcus, the Gamma she loved, was the one who personally handed her the "treason" charges and threw her into the silver-caged hell of Hollowstone Dungeon. Three years later, Elone crawls out of the darkness, her body broken and her silver wolf spirit scarred. She expects nothing from her family or her mate—and she is right. At a grand banquet, Marcus publicly discards her as "tainted filth," while her own mother warns her not to steal the "golden daughter" Astoria's light. But they forgot one thing: A wolf who has survived the abyss no longer fears the cold. When Astoria tries to frame her again, Elone stops begging for mercy and starts seeking vengeance. She walks away from her fated mate and into the territory of the only man Marcus fears. High Alpha Caspian Blackwood. The "Ice King" of the North, the most powerful wolf in existence—and Marcus’s uncle. Marcus thinks she’s a discarded toy. He doesn’t know that his rejection was her rebirth. When he finally realizes the truth and crawls back to her on his knees, Elone only looks down from her throne with a cold smile. "Know your place, Marcus. You're addressing your Aunt now."