Thin Ice Novels & Stories

“Purewater! Come now, don’t you want to sell me purewater, I want everything.” He said to her and she frowned before she walked slowly to his store, business was slow that day and she had not even sold much since morning and the cold sachet water was no longer cold. “It is not cold ooo.” She said to him.

The lunar pull of this season has changed us. The pack has never exerted itself with such ferocity. I can feel the heat radiating off my teammates, a burning contrast to the sub-zero temperature of the ice. My own muscles are screaming, taxed to the absolute limit of lupine endurance, but my consciousness is crystalline. I am centered. Every sense is tuned to the singular frequency of the win.

*** Hyacinth *** The snow was falling steadily, each flake drifting through the air with a quiet grace before settling on the ground. The cold wrapped itself around me, sharper than I’d ever felt before, biting at my skin, seeping into my bones. Every breath felt like ice in my lungs, the chill so deep it seemed to crawl beneath my clothes, making my muscles stiff and unresponsive. This wasn’t just cold; it was a sharp, unforgiving kind of cold that seemed to gnaw at everything it touched.

Thus , he could only grit his teeth and continue the farce . " This magic is called ' the dance of eternal ice ' " said Chelsea with a smile that didn't reached her eyes " if the sword touched even a hair of your body , your entire being will freeze into an ice statue and will crumble into pieces , there will be no blood , no gruesome screaming and you will vanish from the face of the earth in a puddle of water " " What - you are lying ! How can there -"

Every tiny sound seemed louder. I felt a sudden, sharp shock of cold. I gasped as he trailed an ice cube slowly down my neck. He moved it in slow circles, following the line of my throat down to the space between my breasts. The ice was melting, and I could feel the cold water trickling down my skin, making me shiver. He moved the cube over my breast, circling one nipple until it was hard and sensitive. The contrast between the freezing ice and my hot, flushed skin was almost too much to bear.

SASHA THE LAKE IS FROZEN SOLID, blending into the land. Everything covered by a uniform blanket of snow. The only markings on the surface are the triangular tracks made by geese and other animals in search of food. My own boot-prints cross on top of them as I make my way slowly over the ice.

Not my pulse. I press my thumb over it. Hold. It stops. I walk inside. Behind me, the ice cracks. Not from weight. Not from temperature. From below. The sound is hollow. Wrong. Like something pressing up through the surface, testing how thin it is. Once. Then still.

Both of them looked glamorous. When Nick saw them he was completely speechless. He was wearing a black trousers and a white shirt with a black leather jacket and white sneakers. "Wow you ladies look amazing. Let's go shall we the club awaits." Was all he could manage to say. " You also look handsome" Miranda blushed.

Elena’s fingers were numb from gripping the rag so tightly. She’d been scrubbing the same stubborn spot on the window for ten full minutes, pressing harder with every pass, but the frost refused to give. Regular ice would have softened under the warmth of her breath and the weak morning light seeping through the glass. This wasn’t regular ice. This was Maya’s ice—Silver Wolf ice—thin, glittering, and unnaturally stubborn. It clung to the pane like it had roots buried deep in the glass, a silent, shimmering accusation that something ancient and forbidden had woken up in this tiny room last night.

Against the Ice Beckett Hayes is a star hockey player with one goal: win the scholarship that could change his future. Then there's Aitor Valdez—the one player Beck has never been able to stand. For years, they've been bitter rivals, constantly pushing each other's buttons on and off the ice. But when graduation finally separates them, they think they've seen the last of each other. Until they end up at the same college. One unexpected encounter changes everything, and suddenly the line between hatred and something far more dangerous begins to blur. How long can they keep pretending there's nothing between them?