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Frozen Oc With Ice Powers

The Frozen in Time

In a world where time bends and destiny calls, one man’s survival becomes the key to an ancient mystery. Jack, a modern-day explorer, finds himself inexplicably thrust into the heart of the Ice Age, a land where colossal glaciers carve the earth, primeval beasts roam, and forgotten civilizations cling to existence. Struggling to adapt, Jack embarks on a perilous journey through an unforgiving world, where the elements are as ruthless as the creatures lurking in the shadows. Guided by cryptic visions and whispers of prophecy, Jack seeks the Seer, an enigmatic figure who holds the key to his return. Along the way, he encounters powerful allies—hunters hardened by the frozen wilds, wise elders safeguarding ancient knowledge, and a tribe on the brink of war. But as he uncovers the truth of his arrival, Jack realizes he is not just a lost wanderer—he is part of a grander design, one that stretches beyond time itself. With every step, Jack is pursued by a darkness older than the Ice Age itself, a force that hungers for power and will stop at nothing to seize the artifact he unwittingly carries. The Rift, a celestial anomaly that bridges past and future, is closing, and Jack must make an impossible choice: find his way home or alter the fate of a world that is not his own. Battling brutal landscapes, treacherous enemies, and the weight of an inescapable destiny, Jack must face his greatest test—the Final Stand. As the ice cracks and the heavens shudder, the survival of both past and future rests in his hands. Perfect for fans of epic adventure, time-travel mysteries, and survival thrillers, The Icebound Odyssey delivers a breathtaking tale of resilience, discovery, and the timeless battle between light and darkness. For more book go to this link https://amzn.in/d/13ysAEq
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WarLords : Ice Viking's

The cold stone hall was dimly lit with flickering torches. Shadows stretched long across the floor. At the far end of the room, the King sat high on his throne, surrounded by High Lords, Generals, and Counselors. Silence hung thick in the air as the Ice Viking entered. He stood in the center, arms at his side, eyes forward. “Viking,” the King called from his seat. Varnok didn’t move. “Yes,” he replied flatly. One of the High Lords stood up in anger. “In the presence of your King—you kneel!” The knights draws their Swords. Varnok stayed still. “You’re not my king,” he said calmly. The King raised a hand. The knights lowered their swords. “Let him be,” the King said, leaning forward. “Ice Viking… step forward.” Varnok walked slowly across the cold stone floor. “There is war between the Vikings and this kingdom,” the King said. Varnok kept walking. “It’s your kingdom,” he answered. “That has nothing to do with me.” The lords murmured in outrage. “You think they’ll stop there?” the King asked, raising a hand for silence. “You know what those animals are like. Vikings… they don’t stop until they’ve burned everything to ash.” “And yet I’ve protected the village just fine,” Varnok said. “Without your help. Like it’s always been.” “Without my help, there’d be no village to protect,” the King snapped. “There is a village,” Varnok said, meeting his eyes. “And not once have you offered it your help.” “King... please. What an excuse.” The king nodded toward the general standing beside him. Without hesitation, the general stepped forward and struck Varnok across the face. Then a second punch to the stomach. Finally, a heavy kick to the leg. Varnok dropped to one knee. “Good,” the King said, tipping his goblet and pouring wine over Varnok’s head. “Like the animal you are.” Murmurs filled the hall. > "What an animal." "Fits clearly—a dog." "All Vikings should just die." "Disgusting things." The King laughed with joy as he was Pleased by the words of the people. He leaned forward again, with his voice low. “Maybe we should start with your wife… and child.” The room fell into a deadly stillness. Varnok’s eyes snapped open—glowing bright, ice-blue. A shiver cut through the entire hall. The ground began to vibrate. Goblets trembled. Torches flickered lower. Then came his voice—cold, deep, inhuman. Like the cracking of ancient glaciers. “If a single breath so much as brushes their skin…” “I will bring down such ruin upon this kingdom that even the crows will starve for lack of flesh. I will freeze your rivers. Silence your bells. And watch your palace rot from the inside—As your screams echo in halls no one dares enter. Pray your tongue forgets their names… before I remember yours.” No one moved everywhere was silent. Even the air seemed too afraid to stir.
vickysfantasy · 8.7K Views

Legacy of the Frozen Heiress

They once called her Cinderella. A backhanded compliment for Seraphina Fell, the forgotten daughter of a fallen noble house—pretty enough to be admired, but never meant to stay. She thought love would save her. Until Alistair Ravenscroft, the second son of a Marquis and the man she trusted most, threw her aside for a political marriage… and didn’t even have the dignity to tell her himself. Broken, disgraced, and abandoned—Seraphina thought her story had ended. Then the King of the North appeared. Yuri Pendragon—Duke of the North, Warden of the Wyrmfrost, and living legend—stood before her with a single, devastating revelation: “You are my daughter.” Overnight, Seraphina went from a ruined nobody to the heir of a Duchy feared across the kingdom. But becoming a Pendragon meant more than wearing a name—it meant surviving it. Thrown into a brutal world of frost, monsters, and politics, Seraphina is forged in blade and ice, trained to succeed a man feared as much as he is revered. Years later, she returns stronger, colder… and with a plan. To take revenge on the man who once discarded her, she offers a contract engagement to his sickly, forgotten older brother—the true heir to the Marquisate. “I want an engagement with Lord Cassien.” “Then use me,” he says. “Just don’t hold back.” But as Seraphina and Cassien play the nobles’ game of power and vengeance, their alliance begins to thaw into something far more dangerous. Behind his silence lies a secret. Behind her armor, a heart that still remembers how to break. She was never Cinderella. She is the daughter of a dragon. And this is her legacy. Note:This is inspired to the webtoon I wasnt Cindirella
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