Thin Ice Novels & Stories

Jaxson The ice beneath my blades didn't feel like ice anymore. It felt like concrete. The roar of ten thousand people inside the Eastern Arena was a deafening, vibrating wall of sound that rattled the plexiglass and made the floorboards shudder, but it didn't reach me. I was trapped in a vacuum of pure, freezing silence. Every breath I took tasted like copper, stale sweat, and old blood. My chest felt hollowed out, as if someone had reached inside my ribcage during the morning skate, wrapped their fingers around my heart, and ripped out everything that made me human.

"They're going to faint on the ice." A few others chuckled. Even some students sitting on the spectators side looked entertained. Meanwhile Noa looked ready to commit murder, and Leon wasn't much better. Neither liked being embarrassed, especially not publicly. Coach Finn blew his whistle again. Phweeet! The sharp sound echoed throughout the rink. "Enough of the chit-chat!" Everyone immediately straightened. The coach pointed toward center ice. "Rotation, guys!"

We could hear the footsteps that followed loudly, making us scramble apart without saying a word. I pushed myself upright, my palms stinging from the cold concrete, heart hammering so violently I was surprised it didn’t echo louder than the doors had. Asher straightened at the same time, too fast, like he was trying to outrun whatever had just happened between us. Neither of us looked at the other. A figure crossed the rink in the distance, a janitor, maybe, or staff with keys jangling faintly, boots squeaking once against the floor. “Well,” Asher said, voice rough. “That was… graceful.”

"Oh, whatever. You must stay strong. You're still young, so you shouldn't end your life over that rotten asshat! I haven't even traveled the world with you yet. "Hey, have you seen Rime Ice before? It happens when supercooled water droplets freeze on things. I'll show you! Here are some pictures I took last winter. I haven't even sent them to you yet." She opened her phone's gallery and clicked on a series of pictures to show Josephine. One was a picture taken on a mountain, where a blanket of snow covered everything. There were also frozen icicles hanging from the trees. Everything about it seemed magical and pristine. It was as if one's soul could become purified from being there. The plac

Armani managed to push Dex towards the wall and grabbed Zaylee's body. "Armani lay her back there" "Sorry friend" Armani dashed out of the house. Dex's vision became bloody, he took out a bottle of wine by the counter and drank it all in a gulp. He shattered the bottle on the floor and began to pick up the pieces "Zaylee!" he yelled her name. The broken glasses had injured his skin and blood gushed out. "Zaylee!!" he yelled her name louder this time. He managed to get up but got his foot sliced by a bigger piece of the broken glass

It hit me before I could get out of the way. He grabbed Sheila and they bolted for the door. I chased after them, pain ripping through me, and then I was hit by something that made my insides turn to ice.

Huge wooden tubs filled with freezing well water lined the stone walls, their surfaces skimmed over with thin layers of ice. Elena dropped the heavy pile of linen onto the granite floor. Her breath formed thick, ragged clouds in the darkness. She knelt beside the first wooden tub, her bare hands plunging into the freezing water to break the ice. The cold was so intense it felt like a thousand needles driving directly into her bone marrow. She grabbed a thick vanguard cloak, scrubbing the heavy fabric against a ridged wooden board with mindless, rhythmic desperation.

I go around the desk and tie her arms so she can't lift them off the desk. "Grab an ice cube, Nick, and rub it over my nipples and watch what happens." Her nipple looks pretty hard already when I put the ice cube on it. "Oh yeah!" Miss Edwards says, gritting her teeth against the cold. As I rub the ice cube all over her hard nipple, it actually gets thicker and harder. "The other one too!" She pants. "Don't forget the other one. In fact, get two ice cubes Nick and do them at the same time." My cock is rock hard as I tease Miss Edwards' tits with the ice cubes. "Now pinch them while they're cold and hard." I pinch her tits and twist them a little.

The iron hatch groaned as Killian forced it open, revealing the inner sanctum of the Frostbite Citadel. Unlike the steaming vents below, this hall was a cathedral of absolute zero. The walls were made of compressed glacial ice, so clear that you could see the frozen corpses of Ragnar’s enemies trapped within the layers like prehistoric insects.