Ice Play Novels & Stories

Isdis proclaimed with a wave of her hand “Pu-A-ah!!!!!!” Patricia that was on the floor screeched in a high tone as she vomited blood and her rolled backwards from being pierced at the heart by a huge icicle. “I-is t-that, is, I…it’t’s…..” Jack muttered stupidly whilst Igris quivered with unknown emotions “It’s the legendary ice ability!”

Malakai skated over between sets, slowing to a stop right in front of me, sweat already dripping down the side of his face. "You good?" "Fine." I nodded once, sharp, mostly for my own benefit. "You've blown that whistle like six times in the last two minutes. That's a personal record, even for you, and that's saying something." "They need the reps." I nodded toward the ice, toward the guys already lining back up, sweat already soaking through my own shirt from just standing here yelling. "Our opponent next week isn't easy. If we want to win this playoff, we can't afford to be sloppy."

"Since when does Lucien Vale change anything?" I managed a small smile. "People change." Silence followed. Heavier than questions. *** The ice rink was colder than I remembered. Sharp sounds of skates on ice echoed around me. I took a careful step forward. The moment my blade made contact, my balance wobbled. Wrong. My body did not respond how it should. I almost slipped. Nearby players chuckled quietly. "Lucien is off today," someone said. I straightened and steadied myself. The coach blew the whistle. "Vale. Move."

"That doesn't make him royalty. It just means he knows how to skate fast and hit people with a wooden stick." Trust me, I know the jerk loves to do that. "And Cedric is the second," Ivy added smoothly, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper as she leaned in even closer, her eyes flashing with excitement. "The second Ice King. Except he's the dark, brooding alternative to Zephyr's aggressive, loud perfection." My hand froze entirely on the rag. The sudden mention of Cedric's name sent a sharp, unexpected prickle of awareness straight down my spine. "Cedric?"

He started violently shaking the railing of my bed in an attempt to force me into handing over the batteries. "Hurry up and give me the batteries! I need to turn on the AC! I'm the Holy Son of Frost! Can you bear the responsibility if I overheat and melt?" I steadied the violently shaking bed and shoved him away. I shot back coolly, "Stop making a scene. I let it slide before because I didn't want to argue with you. This dorm belongs to all of us. Why should I put up with your unreasonable demands? Holy Son of Frost? Only able to stay in temperatures below 50°F?

“Salvator! Are you skating or daydreaming?” I flip him off without looking back. He knows better than to push. I’m the Silver Ridge Blizzard’s pro-star and its most expensive liability. I play hard, I party harder, and I don't follow the rules—mostly because I know the rules are a lie. In the locker room later, I strip my gear slow, letting the cold air bite skin that never quite warms up. I step into the shower and crank the heat until it burns. It doesn’t help. The water runs red for a second in my head, like it always does when the memories creep in.

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.”

I wait a minute to see if anyone else wants to chime in and when they don't I start to put my plan into action. "Okay, why don't the four of you line up and let me take a look at you," I say, moving the coffee table so they can stand in front of the couch. I take a seat in the center of the couch as they dutifully line up facing me. Fuck! They're all sexy! "I think we should divide the competition into four categories: your breasts, your asses, your legs and your, um... pussies." When I mention pussies, Kristina and Lauren glance away but Kyle and Alex just smile.

There were grass all around and in the middle was a walkway made out of what seemed to be ice. He gazed at the iced path in awe. "Wow, is that real ice?" The King glanced at the walkway and nodded. "We have materials that stop the ice from melting. Besides, the North is a cold place. It keeps them in shape." "This is so amazing!" Prince Ron cooed. He ran to the walkway then looked at his beloved excitedly. "Can I walk on it?"

Ericson uttered ecstatically to Denise as he reached for a bottle of champagne that was situated not far away from him ,inside the ice bucket"You are going to get blown the fuck away!" "OH MY GOD!"Denise squiled loudly , bouncing excitedly on the seat as she looked at Eric with wide eyes"Are we really going to LáBlanca? Like Dom LáBlanca?" "The one and the only"Ericson confirmed just as thrilled "OH FUCKK!"Denise screamed one more time, earning chuckles from the rest of us ,before turning her face towards Bani who was sitting between her and Nikhil"Did you hear that Bani? We are fucking going to LáBlanca! Oh god ,I've been wanting to go there like....since forever"