Thin Ice Novels & Stories

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.

The day before the Qualifier, the rink was freezing, as always, but the tension in the air made it feel even colder. Elias glided across the ice, his blades carving sharp, precise arcs as he ran through his short program for the third time that morning. His breath formed clouds in the chill, but his body moved with fluid precision, each spin, each jump landing clean.

Ice cubes clinked against my teeth, numbing my tongue instantly. “Suck,” he growled. The command hit like a whip. My lips closed, and I had no choice but to let the cold burn its way into me. The shock tore a whimper from my throat. I tried to breathe through my nose, chest heaving, eyes wide on his. “Do you know,” he murmured, brushing his knuckles down my stomach, “that one cube of ice against the skin can stop a panic attack? Cold overrides fear. It makes your body remember survival.”

Finn Takes Control In the luxury box, Finn stood very still. His small hands pressed against the glass. “My ice breaking…” Liam hovered his puck anxiously. “Fix?” Jake’s voice echoed faintly from the hallway outside as he fought. “Finn… hold it together.” Finn frowned. “Hold ice.” The air inside the arena suddenly dropped in temperature. Frost crept across the glass of the luxury box. Then— The ice on the rink began to glow faintly blue. The Freeze From the center of the rink, a wave of cold spread outward.

The sub-zero gale screamed through the jagged glass pillars of the Northern Spine, carrying razor-sharp ice crystals that scraped against heavy armor plates like iron filings on a magnet. Outside, the world was a featureless white nightmare of wind and lethal cold but two miles below the surface of the Glacial Reach, hidden beneath a hundred meters of solid permafrost, the ancient launch bay hummed with forgotten power.

grabbed our gym bags and walked inside through security, the cold air of the ice rink hitting us the second we stepped into the hallway. The smell of fresh ice, rubber mats, and sweat filled my nose, instantly reminding me where we were. Teammates were shouting down the hall, gear bags clattering against the floor, and skates scraping against rubber. The loud world of team sports was wrapping around us again. We walked down the corridor toward the locker rooms in silence. Jeffery was supposed to be sitting out, acting like he was recovering from a minor injury while observing the team’s drills from the bench. It was all part of the cover story we were running to keep anyone from realizing h

David The icy expanse stretched endlessly in all directions, a desolate and frozen tundra beneath an inky sky. The cold felt too close and too distant at the same time, and unlike the last time I had been here, the ground felt solid. The snow beneath my boots glittered, the only source of radiance in this otherwise lightless world, but it didn't crunch the way snow did. It just seemed to shift away like sand almost. My stomach turned the longer I looked at it. The cold air bit at my face, and each breath hung in the air like a ghostly wisp.

Instantly, everyone else disappeared leaving Avril and Prince Dakar behind. And Avril was no longer beside her Prince. She found herself in an icy cage with the temperature inside below zero degrees. The cold instantly embraced her like an obsessed lover, not letting go. Her throbbing palm went numb with cold, her blood turning to ice within her. A terrible wind gust blasted into her, pushing her over unto the floor covered with snow. She gasped for breath but ice began to rain down with near ice water accompanying it. It was almost like freezing rain, except the rain was already frozen into thin shards that sliced her and drew blood.

The cold in this pristine white chamber wasn't just a rapid drop in temperature. It was an absolute, crushing physical weight. The liquid nitrogen hissed violently from hidden vents in the ceiling, pouring down on us like a thick, frosted waterfall. The freezing mist crawled up the flawless glass walls and settled heavily over our combat boots, turning the floor into a slick sheet of deadly ice.