Books About Ice Skating Novels & Stories

I muttered, stepping onto the ice. The cold wind bit my face as I launched into a sprint, my skates cutting deep into the surface. I needed the speed. I needed the pressure. But as I ran the drills, my mind kept drifting back to the her…

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My chest was heaving, I didn't care about the rules, I didn't care about Yasmine's warning, and I definitely didn't care that the varsity boys were currently using the ice. I needed to skate, I needed to hit something, and I needed to prove to myself something at least. The community rink smelled like boy's sweat. It was supposed to be the boys' varsity open-ice slot, but I didn't care. I stood by the boards, my skates already laced tight, watching Harlan and his little entourage drift around the ice. I didn't wait for an invite as I hopped the boards.

"Try walking on both skates to get a feel for them and use the ski poles for support." Emmeline shuffled awkwardly toward him. "I feel like I'm going to lose my balance!" "You won't fall, I promise. Trust me, it’s easier on the snow than on ice." His gaze never wavered from her tentative movements. Emmeline's steps were painstakingly slow thanks to the unfamiliar skates, prompting her to grumble. "I'm waddling like a penguin over here." A faint smile played over Zavian's lips. "The cutest penguin, though, aren't you?"

It may have been a tenuous alliance, but it existed. I haven’t gone ice skating since I was much younger and it doesn’t really count because we didn’t have actual skates, but Amina and I used to go out and slide around in our winter boots on the ice, playing as if we had skates. This is different and I need Dylan to help me. “You are so cute! I’m sorry we never taught you when you were younger, “ Dylan chuckles as he holds my hands, skating backwards as he guides me gently.

Yet, despite the noise, when his gaze locked with Sheila’s, the world narrowed until it was just the two of them. He skated toward the center ice, the practiced grace of a man who had spent years perfecting his craft evident in every movement. But tonight, each glide, each turn, each flourish carried a weight beyond skill—it carried redemption, resilience, and a message of defiance against every person who had ever doubted him.

I know that now. I skate for an hour. The building gradually brightens as the sun comes up outside, the light changing the ice from blue to white, and somewhere in the middle of that I understand something I haven't been able to articulate before... that the ice was never the problem. The performance was the problem. The ice itself has always just been ice, indifferent and honest, requiring exactly what you bring to it and nothing more. I've spent six weeks learning to bring the real thing. Breakfast at the diner, the one twenty minutes from campus with the yellow-laminated menus, which Kai has decided is our place with the proprietary confidence of someone who found something good and inten

Kai closed the distance between us like the ice wasn’t even there, skating boots clicking against the boards as he stepped off. His jersey was damp, hair sticking up where the helmet had pressed it down, and there was still a faint smear of blood at the corner of his mouth from that high stick. “Isla.” His voice was low, almost careful, like we weren’t standing in the middle of a post-game free-for-all. “You came.” My pulse did that stupid stutter again. “Sarah dragged me.”

“So, why they bring it forward?” I refrain from telling them the truth, “maybe they’re so in love they just can’t wait.” He shrugs and I take my turn. Coach has some helpers sliding cones out on the ice, what are we going back to kid’s stuff now skating in and out of the cones. Fuck me, I want to be with Immi already. This is such bullshit.

I use my arms to block the lashes left and right as they come. -"Use your powers, cadet!" Connor shots while passing back and forth. The wiping becomes more aggressive, leaving a burn behind every time it meets my skin. That's when I noticed the ice chain had now blue-turquoise flames. My opponent might be strong, but he is predictable. His movement comes in a pattern that I memorize and quickly start to dodge. Bothered with the fact his chains are no longer effective on me, he dissipates it to conjure fire spheres he throws in my direction—the moment they hit the ground, the area freezes.