Fanfiction Yuri On Ice Novels & Stories

• She listened the way she always did, without rushing to fix anything, letting the silence hold space for whatever came next instead of filling it too quickly. “Is that where the Ice Wall started? Before the panic attack, I mean. Before any of what you’ve told me about college.” I sat with that question longer than I expected to need. “Maybe. I think the panic attack was the moment it became visible to everyone else. But the wall itself — I think that started a lot earlier than anyone realized. Including me.” “Thank you for telling me that. All of it.” She reached for my hand. “You don’t have to perform for me, Sky. Not now, not ever. I need you to actually believe that, not just hear it.”

he said, the threat clear. "My career?" I barked a laugh, my fangs beginning to ache, pushing against my gums. The urge to claim what was mine was fighting with the cold logic I needed to survive. "I am the Ice Reaper. The fans don't care who I date. They care that I win." "They care about the curse, Horace!" Azriel shouted, finally losing his cool. "You paraded a blonde girl in front of the world. Your mother is sitting here trembling because she knows what the pack did to women like her then.

I lay flat on my back, staring up into the dark, empty rafters of the arena, my chest heaving as the physical pain radiated through my arm. I didn't get up. I just let the freezing cold of the ice seep through my practice jersey, numbing my skin, trying to freeze out the realization that no matter how fast I skated, no matter how hard I hit, and no matter how much I claimed to hate her I couldn't erase her from the ice. She was already there and there wasn’t anything I could do.

The Lycan yelled at him. I had never had sex before, so I didn't know if this feeling was me craving sex but I knew a pulse was fast-growing between my thighs, why would the Lycan want to have sex with a low rank like me? Of course, he would reject the situation immediately. "You can have someone else do it, Lycan, but we might not be able to save her otherwise. Because she needs someone strong enough to solve the effects of her drug, or it will take more than one man." The doctor explained.

I heard myself whimper in the quiet of the room, the word a confession of my own weakness. The fantasy Michael only laughed, a sound like velvet and gravel. "Please what? Please ruin you? You’re already ruined, Axel. You’ve been wanting this since the first time we stepped on the ice together. You’re just a hypocrite in a jersey. Now, stay still and take it."

They knew he'd be there and came with a phone and a plan. I felt weird inside. My brain, the part that does the reporting and checking facts, was getting suspicious. It seemed too neat, too planned, and too perfectly set up to happen right after the ice skating. The other part of my brain, the part that had grown up watching her mother choose men over her daughter, the part that had been publicly rejected and privately humiliated and had learned early that wanting things was just a longer way of losing them. was saying: 'playboy. Always was. You knew this. You knew this and you leaned in anyway and here is exactly what that costs.'

The door clicked shut behind her like the final nail in my coffin. Now it was just us. Alessandro turned back to me. The ice in his eyes had cracked—just barely—and beneath it I saw something raw. Pain. Anger. Hunger. “She’s mine, Fabiola,” he said, stepping closer until his body pressed against mine. Heat radiated from his bare chest, contrasting the cold fury in his voice. “You kept her from me for three years. Three birthdays. Three Christmases. Three years of her calling another man ‘daddy’ in her head because I wasn’t there.”

Breath was visible in the cold air as one spoke. The trees, rooftops, roads, and streets were covered with a layer of white snow. Kids ran around, building snowmen and playfully hitting each other with snowballs. The water below the bridge was frozen, the same bridge where Zarya had stood before just to end her life. He traced the railing of the bridge with his gloved hands, and when he reached the spot where he remembered her standing as clear as if yesterday, Sergei took off his right-hand glove and caressed that area with his bare hands.

“You used to hate her. You couldn’t even stand being in the same room with her.” “I know,” I admitted, my voice even. “But I believe—no, my dragon believes—Yuri is my mate. Not Opal.” I paused, trying to put the whirlwind of emotions into words. “It’s... strange. Yuri pulls me towards her like a magnet. It’s not like I just jumped into this.” I hesitated, choosing my next words carefully. “After Elena... After everything that happened with my powers...”

Gosh, our mate is hot, my wolf Axel growled in my head as soon as Maya stepped onto the ice in her new uniform. I couldn’t even argue. She looked strong and quick, her dark hair tucked under her helmet, eyes sharp and focused. Don’t just stare, Axel pushed. Go claim her. “Not now,” I muttered under my breath. Coward, he snapped, then went silent, shutting me out. I exhaled, jaw tight. He wasn’t wrong. Our mate was right there, gliding across the ice like she owned it, and I was still tangled up with Lia. I’d promised her… and I didn’t even know why I’d let it get this far.