Ice Play Novels & Stories

"I can totally see that! He probably had a spreadsheet for his toys, too." "Oh, absolutely," Lucas replied. "He's always been the 'Ice King.' But honestly? Seeing him actually lose his cool because of a 'Wildcat' like you... it's the most entertainment I've had in years. You're the first person who doesn't just bow down to him."

"The March piece. The one in the third room on the left wall. I want to buy it." Mara looked at her. "You already bought two pieces." "I know," Lucia said. "I want the March piece." "Why the March piece specifically." "Because March is the month the lake is most accurately itself," Lucia said. "Not performing winter and not performing spring. Simply being exactly what it is in the transition between the two." She paused. "I find that interesting." Mara looked at her for a long moment with the specific quality of someone who had just heard something that had described their own intention in their own work more accurately than they had managed to describe it themselves.

Evy attempted to smile at the insult. “Yes. Fundamentally speaking, ice is made from water which temperature had turned low for it to turn to solid. Either if it is fixed or dependent, there are still two things you’re doing at once. That’s why they’re intricate. You use more or less essence if you have to shape it. That’s why it is dependent. It takes at least a higher level of control for even one to begin shaping things from anything－ be it ice or earth.”

Zane's POV The ice is the only place where my mind quiets. Out here, it's just the scrape of blades against frozen water, the sharp bite of cold air in my lungs, the burn of muscles pushing harder, faster. It's where I can almost forget the chaos consuming everything else. Almost. I dig my edges in harder, accelerating around the curve. Sweat drips down my spine despite the chill. My stick cracks against the puck, sending it flying toward the net with brutal force.

POV: Silver Preston The ice looks too clean to be real. I've skated on plenty of rinks. Cramped training facilities with flickering fluorescents. Outdoor ponds that crack under winter sun. Even the gleaming Olympic oval in Colorado Springs, where dreams feel as tangible as morning frost. But this? This sheet of ice stretches before me like polished glass, so perfect it seems manufactured rather than frozen. Every overhead light catches its surface, throwing back my reflection in fragments. A flash of sequined blue. The sharp line of my ponytail. Eyes that have learned to hide doubt behind determination.

“Not anywhere. It was a mistake. Too much alcohol and too much venting. Forget it ever happened.” Elias’s expression twisted with something between guilt and quiet longing. He passed the puck cleanly, their blades syncing in that natural rhythm the coaches had already noticed. “I didn’t plan it but I’m not sorry it happened. For those few seconds, you looked alive. Not weighed down by three years of proving yourself to the world or to him.” Soren’s jaw clenched so hard it ached. He fired the puck toward the net with more force than necessary. “Drop it, Voss. I’m married. I love JR. End of discussion.”

I say as I lunge for him. He kicks me on the stomach and that force sends me flying across the room, I get up quickly and go for him again only this time more strategic. I slide on the floor kicking his feet as I go and he loses his balance and falls down. I jump on him not giving him the chance to get up because he is a royal Alpha and he's way stronger than I am. I let my claws protrude and I start slicing his arms and his cry oh his cry is music to my ears.

She squatted in front of the water and di-p her hand in it,,the water was so cold. She suddenly smiled when an idea stucked into her head,,she controlled the water with her mind and it turned to ice immediately,she grinned wi-dely but the smile was short lived when suddenly the ice broke and melted, ‘What’s going on?’ She thought and t©uçhed the water,it was almost boiling,,so h0t. She looked up and turned to Kingston but he didn’t move,,she turned back to the water and tried freezing it again but each time it happens,the water melt right away. She stood up feeling frustrated and walked to Kingston angrily

He hit the wall of the castle a little the hard way and rolled down the floor of the entrance of the castle calling Ivan as Ivy again and again. The Castle was made of ice, awe-inspiring, built with hundreds of thousands of icicles that bring fairy tales to life. The Ice-castle was transparent and silvery ice particles of snow blanketed every wall and floor, seems snow was settling upon not only the castle but the entire land of Ayruzglow.

Caleb went down hard, the puck skittering loose toward the blue line. "Danica, take it!" Riot roared, recovering from the weak side. I exploded down the ice, my blades carving deep into the fresh sheet as I swept up the loose puck in mid-stride. Behind me, I could hear the immediate roar of the "Harlow-Jones" fan club, their massive banners waving wildly as three-quarters of the stadium stood on their feet.