Books About Ice Skating Novels & Stories

I said. He pressed his lips together that same almost-smile from the rink, the one that didn't quite commit and said: "Fair. What else?" "You skate backward and don't look where you're going and somehow nothing bad happens." "I always know where I'm going," he said. "I just don't always look like it." "What's the difference?" He seemed to consider how to answer. "Skating is mostly peripheral," he said. "You clock everything in your sightline edges. If you're only looking straight ahead, you're missing sixty percent of the ice." He tilted his head. "Figure skating's not like that?"

"The walkway by the library wasn't salted. I had to navigate a literal sheet of black ice just to get here." He didn't smile, but the hard line of his jaw softened just a fraction as his eyes swept over my face, checking for any sign of distress. "A world-class center should be able to navigate a little patch of sidewalk ice without losing her stride. Get inside before your fingers freeze off. I'm not drafting a training regimen for a skater who can't feel her own blades." He stepped aside, gesturing toward the open door of his office. When I stepped past him into the small room, I stopped dead in my tracks.

It was completely silent except for the soft crunch of their boots as they got out. Jax popped the trunk and pulled out two pairs of skates. Ryder laughed. “You stole my skates?” “Borrowed,” Jax corrected, handing them over with a smirk. “Figured you’d want them.” They laced up on the snowy shore, shoulders brushing, breaths puffing white in the cold air. The second they stepped onto the ice, something clicked into place. No pads. No teammates. No pressure. Just the two of them gliding across the frozen lake as the sun dipped lower, turning the sky into streaks of pink and gold.

A shadow falls over my left flank, a dark, rich scent of pine and absolute authority hitting my senses a millisecond before the heavy impact of a massive body aligns perfectly with mine. Kai doesn't slow his stride, his skates cutting a deep, aggressive groove into the ice as he hooks his stick horizontally against my hip, checking my momentum just enough to force my spine back against his solid chest. "Your focus is drifting from the perimeter, Prince," his gravelly frequency rumbles against the shell of my ear, his breath hot in the freezing air of the arena.

So, I slipped out of bed, bare feet pressing into the cold floor. I stopped in front of my father’s library. He never locked it—he didn’t need to. I scanned the shelves, searching for anything that could help me. Surely somewhere in this endless maze of knowledge, there had to be something about hockey. Some book that could tell me what I was missing or maybe a book to help me improve the skills I never had. While still hoping that luck shined on me, My hand hovered until I spotted it: *The Fundamentals of Ice Hockey.*

Soon after, they were back on the road, and Norman dropped him off at the rink before speeding away. ——————————————— The cold blast of air inside the rink wrapped around Atlan as he laced up his skates and stepped onto the ice. The familiar squeak and slice of blades cut into the stillness, and the smell of the rink, the faint metallic tang of ice and sweat hit him hard. This was home. Bryan, the team captain, was already out there, barking instructions as he skated backward. “Alright, boys, line drills! Move like your life depends on it!”

The ice was waiting. "You coming?" I asked. "I'm watching. One of us needs to be responsible." And with that, I stepped onto the ice. The cold rose up through my blades, familiar and sharp. I took a breath then let it out before I then started skating. Circles at first. Slow. Easy. Just getting my legs back. Tasha's voice drifted across the rink. "You're thinking too loud." "I'm not thinking at all." "You're always thinking. It's your problem."

How could I ever say no to him? "Yeah, I'd love to, but I don't have any ice skates." Remembering the most important thing to ice skating is having ice skates. "Not to worry, dear." Mom spoke up, "I have a pair you can use." Wow mom ice skates? That's new. "Wait you guys are going ice skating?" Maddie interrupted. Her face lit up like a Christmas tree. "Yes, I'm going to teach Winter." Blake said while moving his arm around my side. God his touch is intoxicating. I just want to lean into him.

I will not fail the man who died in that plane crash. I pushed off the boards, the new power surging into my legs. My skates glided effortlessly. Where before I had speed, now I had blurring velocity. I wasn’t just fast; I was a controlled explosion on ice. I made a tight turn, digging in with an impossible force that should have sent me spinning, but the new wolf balance held firm, locking me onto the ice.

When I was finally a step away from the border that separates the rubber covered tiles with the icy surface, I let go of Adam’s wrist and reached out a trembling hand, taking hold of the rails that was built into the walls to help beginners learn how to skate properly. I was shivering. The temperature of the ice arena had to be low for the ice not to melt and I was in a simple dress, which was luckily a turtle neck and long sleeved. The decision was not made because I was being a prude, it was simply because it’s December and was almost freezing outside. I gripped the cool wooden railing tightly and stepped a foot out, slowly putting pressure onto it. I swiftly reached out my another hand an