Thin Ice Novels & Stories

The frigid night seemed to stretch on endlessly, its icy grip tightening around me with each passing moment. The weight of the cold bore down on my trembling body, making it difficult to even take a breath. Each inhalation felt like a sharp, piercing dagger, cutting through my lungs and leaving me gasping for air. As I fought against the freezing temperatures, I whispered to myself, urging my tired eyes to stay open. The strain in my voice was evident, trembling with the effort to stay alert in the face of the relentless cold.

No longer worried about my safety, I ignored the cracking of ice that I heard under me. Wanting to save my best friend, I wiped away the light layer of snow on the ice. Moving around on the ice, I continued to brush away the dusting of snow. After what felt like an eternity, I screamed when I found her face pressed against the ice, as she was pounding on it with her tiny fists.

Depth: 600 feet below the Deryabino Pass, Siberia. Zero Hour. The absolute zero cold of the Siberian ice tomb should have stopped his heart permanently. Instead, it was fueling a terrifying metamorphosis. Sebastian Sterling stood amidst the crushed black ice, the shattered forty-ton boulder resting harmlessly at his feet. The air around him shimmered with unnatural heat, melting the permafrost into a localized storm of boiling steam within a ten-foot radius.

Her skin was cool, but the moment our fingers touched, a spark of static electricity shot between us. She jumped, but she didn't pull away. "What was that?" she asked. "The bond," I said. "And the ice. Come here." I led her back onto the smooth surface of the rink. I stood behind her, my chest against her back. I wrapped my arms around her, guiding her hands out in front of her. "Ice isn't just cold, Raven," I whispered into her hair. "It’s structure. It’s stillness. To control it, you have to find the point where everything stops moving. The absolute zero."

Which was funny, considering the absolute fucking mess she could make of someone’s life with a single click. That Tracy had just slinked over to me with a red solo cup in her hand and smiled softly, “Your outfit looks cute.” False. I was wearing a grey Henley with baggy jeans. I nearly froze to death walking back home from the last party. I made Killian swear he wouldn’t let me walk home this time but a girl can never be too sure. “Thanks.” I smiled back. “Yours too.” “How’s ice skating treating you?” She picked up a bottle of vodka, poured it in a cup and handed it to me. Was she always this obvious?

The midnight ice was a flat, dark mirror. By midnight, the cooling units beneath the Madison Square Garden concrete had dialed down to their lowest operational threshold, dropping the ambient temperature of the third subterranean level to a bitter, dry fourteen degrees. The thin layer of frost that settled over the red and blue lines gave the sheet a ghostly, unblemished sheen.

His breath made small white clouds in the cold air. "You came," Adrian said softly. His voice was warm and close. "Sophia told me you were down here," Ethan said with a small smile. "Shouldn't you rest your shoulder?" "My shoulder is fine. My mind is just loud," Adrian murmured. He opened the small wooden door to the ice. He held out his hand to Ethan. "Come out here with me." Ethan hesitated. He looked down at his normal leather boots. "Adrian, I don't have skates. I will mess up the ice."

"Then what are you interested in?" He never cared much about food, clothes, or comfort. No matter the situation, he always seemed calm and detached. Zeph looked at her, the corner of his lips lifting slightly. "You." Nicole froze for half a second, then her face slowly turned red. Finally, she grabbed a chunk of ice and threw it at him. "Cut it out." They spent two weeks making ice, eventually storing enough to last several years, and by then, the temperature had already risen to around -58 degrees.

I smiled at the memories. Once I punched one of these motherfuckers and broke his nose. He cried like a little bitch. Unbeatable, my ass. Coach paused, eyes narrowing on a few of the guys who were still talking. "And I don't want to hear any of you giving them a hard time. They're here now, and we don't need to start any shit. Got it?" I nodded slightly, catching the gaze of a few teammates who were looking for my reaction. "Yeah, Coach, no problem. As long as none of those hockey jerks show up, we'll play nice."

Natalia Brooks was once the golden girl of Los Angeles, a talented figure skater with a promising future. Then a devastating accident on the ice ends her career and leaves her struggling to walk. While Natalia is forced to rebuild her life, her stepsister, Michelle, rises to fame and takes the place Natalia once held. Years later, Natalia works at a sports publishing company, secretly longing for the ice she was forced to leave behind. When her boss gives her six months to secure an exclusive story about Daniel Prescott or lose her job, Natalia is determined to succeed. Daniel Prescott is a famous, wealthy, and arrogant hockey player who wants nothing to do with reporters. After severa