Skating Animes Novels & Stories

A shadow falls over my left flank, a dark, rich scent of pine and absolute authority hitting my senses a millisecond before the heavy impact of a massive body aligns perfectly with mine. Kai doesn't slow his stride, his skates cutting a deep, aggressive groove into the ice as he hooks his stick horizontally against my hip, checking my momentum just enough to force my spine back against his solid chest. "Your focus is drifting from the perimeter, Prince," his gravelly frequency rumbles against the shell of my ear, his breath hot in the freezing air of the arena.

Nina “Let me teach you how to skate.” I widened my eyes at Enzo’s words. I had just skated circles around the rink with him after only ever skating once before, and I hadn’t fallen once. But I had never thought about skating seriously. In fact, I had never even considered hockey or figure skating as particularly interesting sports until I started to get to know Enzo. After skating with him a couple of times, however, I was beginning to realize that I did enjoy the sport. It was fun, and it was good exercise. Even after just skating around in circles for a few minutes, I was already out of breath and little beads of sweat were beginning to form on my skin, causing my bangs to stick to my fore

“I’m getting tired.” “Do you want to go home?” I asked. He shook his head. “Let’s go to the abandoned building. Let’s skate there.” “Skate?” I frowned in confusion. He smiled. “It’s a human indoor activity. We glide on ice while wearing this sharp blade beneath a shoe.” “What’s the purpose of it?” “Just for fun. It’s fun to balance and slip on the ice.” “It hurts like a bitch to slip on ice and hit your ass first.”

“You break off and do a solo. Big move. Something gritty and bold, like that hip roll thing you used to do in off-ice warmups when you were being cocky.” I raise a brow at her. “Seriously?” She grins. “Yes. You’ve got the control for it, and it would hit with the music. Make it confident, aggressive. It’ll show your style. No one expects a male skater to throw something like that into the middle of a program.” I take a sip of my drink, considering it. She’s not wrong. It’s out there, but it fits the tone. “Alright,” I say slowly. “That could actually work.”

He dropped his head, dug his heavy skates into the pristine white sheet, and exploded forward. *CRUNCH. CRUNCH. CRUNCH.* The brutal rhythm of his skating filled the cavernous, silent arena. Jaxson skated like a man trying to punish his own flesh. He tore around the perimeter of the rink, his massive body leaning dangerously low into the corners, his blades carving deep, violent gashes into the smooth surface. Round one. Round five. Round ten.

*** Ryans’ POV A few months later, I took Skylar and Aurora back to the rink. It was empty… the same way it had been that night she said yes. Snowflakes drifted through the open dome, the air cold enough to bite, but the sound of Skylar’s laughter made everything warm. Aurora, bundled up in a tiny pink snowsuit, gurgled happily as Skylar skated slowly, carefully, with her in her arms. I watched them from center ice, heart full of so much emotions. I was the world's most lucky man, I told myself with a sigh full of wonder.

I smiled, "enjoy your soup Alex" "you're lucky I'm done bro, that was my favorite soup" I pull my phone out of my pocket and type search Kiss skaters "hmmm"I said to my self I make a few swipes and switch to the boy team " yoo the finals to the nationals is tomorrow man and I heard we're up against is it Kiss ice academy or something " Alex said lighting a cigar "they're up against us Alex know the difference" I said trying to ignore the fact that he's smoking few minutes to rehearsals " yh whatever man, you know what I heard yeah, one of the females skaters yeah is drop dead gorgeous and she's like really good skater" Alex said dragging and puffing literal weed on my face " what about the m

he says quietly. I nod, even though my hands are shaking. The skater before me finishes her final spin, landing clean. The crowd erupts. She bows, smiling, and skates off the ice glowing with adrenaline. My heart is pounding so hard I can feel it in my throat. The announcer’s voice booms through the arena. “Next to skate… representing the Chicago Blades… Lena Merritt!”

"Your skates, Sir...." A servant came to hand over something Abihirt had requested, but his attention was riveted straight on watching Moreau's beautiful form still moving on the ice. The girl was spinning. Moving her legs. Like surfing, but it all looked exactly the same awesome pattern.

She laughed, calling for Morozko. Morozko skated towards her, elegant in his precision. His skates were like blades against the ice. He caught Anya's offered hand and pulled her along with his momentum. Moving in tandem, they navigated past other skaters, entering a clearing. Morozko led Anya into a turn: she spun like a dancer, hands tucked at her waist. Morozko caught her, and they continued an intricate interplay, weaving a story with their moves.