Skating With Hearts Novels & Stories

“There would be a Winter Carnival. The humans are hosting it in two weeks time. Ice skating exhibition. There would be professional judges.” I took a deep breath and let it out. “You’re on the program,” she said, a rare glint of humor in her eyes. “A special guest partner. Only one student earns the right to skate with you.” I smirked at her words. They were handing her to me on a frozen platter. “Just came to drop the news,my lord.” I nodded,then she disappeared. I could already feel it; her smaller hand sliding into mine. Her body pressed close for balance, thighs brushing mine with every turn. Our breath fogged between us. I smirked again. What a lovely idea.

The moment she opens it, the screen lights up. I stare at it like it’s an artifact from another lifetime. “Here,” Elise says, clicking on a bookmarked video. Soft, orchestral music fills the room, and a pair of skaters glide effortlessly across a mirror-smooth rink, spinning in perfect synchrony, the kind of dance that looks simple until you try not to fall on your face doing it. Elise points impatiently. “That. I want to learn that.” When was the last time I even touched a gadget?

Sparks from magical gear flickered like fireflies before the wards muted them, leaving only tension and roar. Lian Mateo Alonzo-Kensington, 20, squatted at center ice, the wind-laced skates whining softly. His heartbeat synchronized with the elemental hum of the rink, every breath misting inside his helmet. Alongside him, Ethan Carter's fire danced along his sleeve and Damien O'Connor's electricity crackled along his stick. The second line teammates, Nolan Bishop, Kai Tanaka, and Jared Mitchell, weaved on the ice, their eyes bright and prepared in case the first line faltered.

To celebrate my escape from misery, Kenna signed us up for a tour to witness the aurora in the Arktis. It was a dream we had when we were young. Now, after overcoming many obstacles, we were finally living it. We were headed for our next adventure.

COLEEN The chill from the rink seeped into my bones, but I didn’t care. The stands were alive with shouts, stomping feet, and the metallic clang of cowbells. I gripped the railing in front of me, my pulse racing as I tracked Hayden on the ice. He skated with so much power and focus, weaving through defenders like he was born for it.

“You’re dangerously close to being romantic, Hayes.” “Shut up,” she muttered even as her cheeks became pinker than the scarf she was wearing. We passed a group of young girls who looked like freshers, throwing snow near the park. One of them recognized me and started whispering. Skylar noticed, her hand tightening around her cup. I reached for her free hand and squeezed it gently. “They’re just fans,” I said. She relaxed a little. “Yeah. I keep forgetting you’re basically a celebrity in Boston.” I smirked. “Only in places where people wear skates for fun.”

Why I’m still pushing even though my body wants to give up. I skate not for the crowd, not for the headlines, and not for myself. I skate for him. There’s less than ten minutes left in the third period and we’re still holding our lead. I’m exhausted but pushing hard, forcing my skates to cut sharp across the ice as I take the pass and weave through the neutral zone. The rush of wind against my face helps clear my head, keeps me from thinking about the crowd, about the cameras, about everything off the ice.

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!”

Hailey smiled, her heart racing as they began to skate together. Cassian guided her effortlessly across the ice, their movements synchronized like a graceful dance. Every glide and twirl they made together was filled with a natural rhythm, their connection evident to everyone watching. Hailey felt light in his arms, her laughter bubbling up again as Cassian expertly spun her around, his protective grip never faltering. At one point, Cassian twirled Hailey so that she spun out but immediately pulled her back into his chest, their closeness making her cheeks flush. He lowered his lips near her ear and whispered, "See, we make the perfect team."

Roxy Oh, my little heart, stop beating so fast. It’s going ten to the dozen as I watch him on the ice and his team holding him in the air. Such comradeship, it makes my heart soar. I love to see Blake on top of his game and he certainly was today. After the ruck with Alexie in which neither was too badly hurt, Blake skated like the demon himself was chasing his skates.