Winx Club Icy の小説・ストーリー

“You’ll just make him brood harder.” “I’m not brooding,” I mutter. But I am. My jaw’s tight, my fingers gripping the phone like it’s part of me. A clip autoplay stars, Wyatt skating across the ice, burying a shot top shelf. The crowd goes wild in the background. The caption reads: This guy’s a machine. Icewolves don’t stand a chance. Something hot coils in my stomach. I shut the phone off and toss it on the couch like I don’t care, but Casen’s smirking. He knows.

For the first time in years, Leka was silent. For the first time in years, I was happy. Just her, me, and a table full of desserts. I never wanted the night to end. And that’s when I heard the thought I wished would never exist. (This iced drink reminds me of the fact that my third name is Ice s—) Ice. My mate is Ice. The Lycan assassin with dark powers. The one the council swore was coming to kill me. The one who left bodies frozen from the inside out.

"Save your testosterone for the ice! We have a game to win! Puck drops in two minutes! Let’s move!" The tunnel instantly filled with the chaotic clatter of skates. We glided out into the blindingly bright arena, and the roar of the crowd exploded, making my ears ring. The announcer’s voice boomed through the stadium. "And here he is! Our most anticipated transfer star, The Ice King from Canada, Ryder Vaaaance!" The crowd erupted, chanting my name, completely drowning out the cheers for their actual captain. I could see Henry’s jaw clenching from the corner of my eye. But I didn't give a damn about him. My eyes immediately swept the VIP stands.

Brody clapped a hand on his shoulder. “Trap that rat Ramirez tonight? Scout’s perched in the press box—Kane’s little puppet,” he grinned. Alex’s reply was simple, sharp, unmissable: For you, always. Jake’s message from the Flames hotel buzzed back: Eyes sharp on the prize. Win the ice first—then we hunt. Ice Fire

i said confused " you don't wanna know" Clarisse said putting the phone back into the bag, then the program on the TV in the hospital room, it's the results for the state competition, I sit up immediately, resting my back on the wall, and here are the state competition results, looks like the Frost academy will represent our state after all " she said as the results pop up in the screen, looking up into the results my face goes dark, my name wasn't there, Li Shan Yu came in third place, Anna and Keisha came in second place and Shakes and Valerie came in first place, my heart is pounding did I just lose, to the Frost skaters, , turning to Clarisse" are you seeing this " I said frustrated, all

Our designated section, which had been a lonely island of support, is suddenly inundated with a pack of fans larger than I ever realized we commanded. They aren't just cheering; they are howling in a rhythmic, unified chant. A group of supporters holds a massive banner that reads: LYON’S KINGS RULE THE ICE. Another cluster of rowdy fans in neon Stormbreakers gear displays a sign: KNOX-OUT POWER. There is even a group of spectators who have superimposed my face onto a classic Alpha-wolf silhouette with the caption: THE ONLY LEADER FOR THE PACK.

I couldn't help getting anxious as I defended myself, saying, "It's September, and he set the AC to 50°F. That's not something a normal person would do, okay?" As soon as I said that, Keith shot me a vicious glare. "I've said before that I'm not an ordinary person. I'm the Holy Son of Frost from the heavens. If the room gets warm, I'll melt." I stared at Yara. "You don't actually believe him, do you?"

“Shut up.” “I didn’t even say anything insulting.” “You were about to.” “That’s fair.” For the first time all morning, his mouth twitched slightly like he was fighting a smile. Unfortunately, the moment died the second we reached the rink. Jax was already there near the entrance with Noah, spinning a hockey stick lazily between his palms while several freshmen hovered nearby pretending not to stare at us. “Well, look at this,” Jax called out loudly. “The Ice King brought his girlfriend to practice. Should we all clap or something?”

Alpha Gray’s eyes widened, and he straightened himself upon the rickety wooden chair. “What. Why I am only finding out about this now?” He accidentally growled at Perla. She looked sternly at him, and he sunk back down unto the chair. “I only just found out myself,” Perla continued. “The vision came to me two days ago, and I have triple checked, but my magic mirror is certain.” “Where is the Ice wolf?” Alpha Gray asked in a softer tone not to upset his grandma again. “She is a seventeen-year-old girl living in the human parts of White Creek town.”

“Rule number one,” he says. “Stay out of my room.” “Rule number two,” I reply. “Keep your girlfriends out of the living room.” He grins. “Jealous already?” I roll my eyes. “I’d rather date a cactus.” Six months later… He’s on one knee. And I’m about to break both our hearts.