Ice Play Novels & Stories

Elise chuckled as the icicle with a ten meter circumference dropped. One of the men under the girl's command followed her gaze looking up. !! Only to find it inches from his head. SMASH! "AAAAH! AAAH! MY LEG!" The icicle explode as it connected with the rock flooring sending pieces of both itself and the unfortunate man who had been underneath it flying in every direction. Another person who had been standing close to him had tried diving away from the giant piece of ice, but his leg had still been caught underneath the massive falling icicle and was pulverized beyond use.

“How did you get there? I didn’t see you move.” “Because I stayed in your shadow.” I skated back to centre. “When I was a kid we called it the Ghost Lead. You don’t fight strength with strength, you fight senses. If a defender can’t see the hit coming, he can’t brace for it. If he can’t see the pass, he can’t intercept it.” For the next two hours, the rink became something else entirely.

comes on, the light comes from Valerie's bag " did she leave her fucking phone here ooh my God Val" I said bringing out the phone, surprisingly it's not locked, another ping it's an image, there are all images. I open one and it takes me to her gallery and what I see blows my fucking mind, it's a picture from 2001 That's the opening day of Frost academy, in the picture I see Coach Frost standing at the right side beside a man holding the scissors to cut the ribbon, opposite him is a lady that looked so much like Valerie and Arianna but she had Arianna's eyes, standing next to her is what I think is the island owner. looking down at the picture their names is written down the woman's name is

“We’re guys. Locker rooms are like this. You can talk to me while I clean up. Tell me how your day went.” Toby shifted on his feet. The steam made his hair stick to his forehead. “It was normal. Cleaning. Lots of floors.” He paused, then added quieter, “Watching you play was the best part.” Those words made me smile under the water. “Yeah? What did you like?” “You move so fast,” he said. “And when you hit the puck, it’s loud. Powerful. Like you’re not afraid of anything.” His voice got a little stronger as he talked.

Then there’s this slap smack move where he whacks the puck so hard it ricochets off the wall, hmm, pretty sure it’s illegal to hit something that hard unless you’re trying to kill it. They line up, passing the puck in a perfect zigzag, what I call hot potato on ice, and Rhett never misses a beat. He spins, ducks, slides backward like skating the wrong way is no big deal, then charges forward with this fierce grace that makes the other guys look like they’re stuck in slow motion.

one of them jeered. Harlan didn't laugh, he just glided a step closer, his tall shadow completely blocking out the overhead rink lights. “You’ve got a big mouth for someone who doesn't even belong on the roster. This is varsity ice. You want to play with the big boys, you better be ready to get hit.” “Oh, I'm ready,” I snapped, tossing my chin up, “But honestly, Harlan? I’ve seen your game tapes. You’re all face and no hustle. You think because your daddy bought you those shiny new skates you own the sport? You’re a joke.”

[ Scarlett POV ] There is a specific kind of silence that settles over a room full of athletes when they've collectively decided to wait for you to fail. I'd grown up inside that silence. I'd learned to skate in it, learned to read the ice through it, learned to locate exactly where it lived in my body, just below my shoulder blades, a tightening that I breathed through until it became nothing, just air, just background. I'd been doing it since I was the only girl at my first hockey camp at age nine and every boy in my group had looked at me with that same particular expression: patient, almost kind, absolutely certain.

“Riven… there aren’t drugs that can completely erase what you are. The suppressants help manage the symptoms, but your body is changing. Fighting it this hard is only making things worse. You need to consider accepting it. Maybe even coming out to the people who matter.” I growled, standing up so fast my chair scraped loudly against the floor. I slammed both hands on her desk, leaning forward. “Are you really going to be like this? Do you know what that would mean? I won’t be able to play hockey anymore! Omegas aren’t allowed to compete at this level. My scent alone could distract every Alpha on the ice. My body gets weaker when I push too hard. If this keeps up, I’ll lose everything I’ve wo

Alex's POV The rink was empty when I arrived that morning, and the ice was smooth and white and untouched by any skates or sticks or the chaos of a game, and the lights were off except for the ones near the entrance, and the air was cold and still and quiet in a way that felt like stepping into a memory that I had been carrying for years and years.

She smelt of rain. Misha always smelt of flowers. She... She smelt of rain. Suddenly, Axel wished it was raining. * The two figures came closer, Fire and Ice, with the moon shining at both of them, glad that they would meet under Her watchful gaze, smiling when the two clashed finally and would prove once and for all, the power of love itself. Let the magic begin.