Ice Names Novels & Stories

Ingalls Rink stands among them, the distinctive whale-back roof dusted white, looking exactly as it has through every season I have spent in this city, indifferent to whatever has changed in me since the last time I walked past it. My steps slow before I consciously decide to slow them. I know the smell of that building without needing to open the door. Cold air and rubber matting and the particular mineral sharpness of freshly cut ice. The sound a zamboni makes finishing its circuit and leaving the surface clean and untouched. The specific quality of standing at the boards and looking out at that blank white expanse and understanding that everything depends on what you do next. My body reme

I immediately found her. Danica. She was already on the other side of the ice, smoothly warming up with her team, her dark hair tucked tightly into her helmet. As if sensing my gaze, she paused near the blue line, and our eyes met across the vast, frozen divide. In the middle of the chaos, she gave me a small, almost shy smile. It was a fleeting, private moment, but that single look was enough to steady my racing pulse and anchor my feet.

The cool liquid felt like a tiny relief down my throat. “Feeling better, Ivy?” Walter asked softly, his voice kind. “Yeah… thanks,” I mumbled, trying to hide my embarrassment. Ronan’s eyes were on me, cold and sharp, and I felt every ounce of his scrutiny. “If you’re done acting weird, let’s get down to why you’re here,” he said, voice clipped. “As you can see, I’m super exhausted. I have to be at the ice rink by 10 a.m., so let’s make this fast.”

She was finally at the place of no return. "What's your name?" "Jane." "I am Lord Irene. I am in charge of the workers in the Vampire Palace. This is where the whole procedure takes place and lectures. No one is allowed out without any specific functions. Go into that room and change into this. I give you five more minutes." She instructed coldly and Jane did as she was told. When she got into that room, she was already crying. She missed her brother so much and the wonderful world she was in. How long was she gone? Would anybody even notice her disappearance? She was doomed now because if she had known, she ought to have listened but she didn't.

Everything I had I built myself, worked twice as hard as anyone on this ice, double shifts on top of school, loans I was still paying off, telling myself for years it would all be worth it eventually, even some nights I still wasn't sure it would be. And I was not gonna watch some twenty-one year old with a pretty face throw it away because showing up on time felt like luxury to him. "Can we talk after practice?" His voice dropped, quieter, less of an attitude in it now, sounding almost like the guy from the police station bench last night instead of the one who'd been smirking at me across this same ice yesterday. "There's nothing to talk about. You're off this ice today." "Beckett—" "Coach

Ice. He came up to the room after I called him, telling him to come up to me. "Sofia what is it? I swear to god, if you want me to paint your toenails again, I'm not doing it" Ice raised his voice after bursting into the room. "I need to talk to you about something" I spoke gently, showing him my puppy dog eyes. "Oh no, are you pregnant" Ice gasped, all the colour draining out of his face, leaving it a whitish colour.

Isla's eyes widened at the sight, a mixture of curiosity and anticipation flashing across her face. "Liam, my pussy is already dripping from the ice," she whispered, her voice hoarse with need. "What more do you have planned for me?" He smiled, a devilish glint in his ocean-blue eyes. "Oh, my sweet Isla. Just hang on." With that, he picked up a handful of ice cubes, his fingers brushing against the soft feathers. Isla's breath caught in her throat as he brought the ice to her right nipple, already taut and sensitive from the cold air. The moment the ice made contact, she almost screamed, the sensation a jolt of electric pleasure and pain.

These ice-mages, as they grew up, succeeded in winning the war, and united the clans under their reign. The first child, as the one leading their siege, was called 'Icefall', because he used his ice magic to make the enemies fall to their knees and surrender before him. Icefall was the first monarch of a long dynasty, reining over the Icelands up to this very day.

The trio sat on a bench enjoying the slushy drinks that quickly dyed their tongues red and blue. “You’ve never had Icees before?” Julius asked. “No. We’ve had granita, but not this,” Caden said. “Ah…” Julius nodded, recalling the twins had grown up in Europe. Icee was definitely an American treat. It made him wonder what their life had been like, remembering how Aria spoke German so easily. “So do you both speak German?” “I know a little,” Caden shrugged. “Aria’s better at it than me.”

The broadcast cameras zoomed in, capturing the stillness of his posture, the calm determination in his gaze. He stood at the center of the rink, his head tilted down, his arms crossed loosely over his chest. He took one final, deep breath, tasting the cold, crisp air of the arena, and felt the weight of the silver medal he had been chasing for so long. It was there, just beneath the surface of the ice, waiting for him to reach out and take it. He shifted his weight, his right blade striking the ice with a sharp, decisive *clink*, and the free skate began. The opening chord of the symphony surged through the arena, and Liam Vance, the king of the ice, began his final ascent toward the gold.