Yuri On Ice Novels & Stories

"Yuri is being a shrew. I can eat all the fig jam I want... no wonder boys turn up their noses at her, hmph!" "You'll turn into Audhumla if you keep eating all the jam, fat as a mother auroch licking Ymir out of the ice of Ginnunagap" Yuri chastised, crossing her arms and looking at me imploringly. "Then you won't fit into your pretty pretty dresses, Rosy, and I'll have to sew you new ones. You'll come begging to me to let out the seams, and I'll refuse your silly stupid sob story, you little pig!" She pushed up Rosy's nose. "Oink! Oink! Oink!" "I'm not a little piggie!" Rosy bit Yuri's prodding finger, and Yuri yelped. "I'll show you an oink!"

It happened so fast that it was too late for him to call the younger guy. There wasn’t a loud splash during the younger guy’s jump. He knew what was happening, but he still walked closer to where he had a glimpse of Yric. His steps echoed for a second before they faded away. He gazed at the water, and his forehead furrowed when he saw Yric underwater staring back at him. Yric lifted his pale hand, water dropped from his fingers. But Xurden didn’t hold the younger guy’s hand. He raised his right hand instead where cold air appeared. From the palm of his hand, a spear made of ice formed rapidly. Xurden without hesitation threw the spear into Yric’s face, freezing the whole pond. A loud cry of

Another player called my name, and I answered without really hearing the question. Everything blurred together. Before I knew it, a sharp sound cut through the room, and a metal object hit the ground. A grunt turned into a shout. I turned around too late. The same defenseman was on the floor, one hand gripping his shoulder, his face twisted in pain. The resistance band had snapped loose, and the machine arm had jerked forward. “Shit,” someone muttered. I rushed over, my heart dropping into my stomach. “What happened?” I asked, even though I could already see it.

Americus shouts over the noise, throwing an arm around my shoulders with enough enthusiasm to slosh hot chocolate onto my sleeve. I look out at the ice. Freshly surfaced. Brilliant white under the arena lighting. The Yale Bulldogs logo at center ice, the boards carrying the marks and scuffs of a rink that has been used seriously for decades. I know this ice. I was standing on it less than a week ago, attempting a single toe loop on a knee that could not hold the landing. It looks different from up here. The teams emerge from the tunnel to a wall of sound that hits hard enough to make me blink.

[ Scarlett POV ] There is a specific kind of silence that settles over a room full of athletes when they've collectively decided to wait for you to fail. I'd grown up inside that silence. I'd learned to skate in it, learned to read the ice through it, learned to locate exactly where it lived in my body, just below my shoulder blades, a tightening that I breathed through until it became nothing, just air, just background. I'd been doing it since I was the only girl at my first hockey camp at age nine and every boy in my group had looked at me with that same particular expression: patient, almost kind, absolutely certain.

Yet, despite the noise, when his gaze locked with Sheila’s, the world narrowed until it was just the two of them. He skated toward the center ice, the practiced grace of a man who had spent years perfecting his craft evident in every movement. But tonight, each glide, each turn, each flourish carried a weight beyond skill—it carried redemption, resilience, and a message of defiance against every person who had ever doubted him.

Then came the tough away game against a strong rival team. The arena was loud and hostile. Both merged-team… Thunder Wolves and Storm Hawks… played like their lives depended on it. Zane led his teammates with sharp commands. Jaxon skated across the ice, dodging checks and setting up plays. In the second period, Jaxon took a bad fall after a heavy hit. He twisted his ankle hard when he went down. Pain shot through his leg, but he clenched his teeth and skated off the ice without limping too obviously. He didn’t want his teammates worrying. He definitely didn’t want Zane noticing too.

“Sure, umm, I'm gonna send you the address to your email.” The call ended. She had just agreed to fake a relationship with the most famous hockey star. Was that something she should be happy about? She just hoped she knew what she was doing. A few hours later, Lena found herself standing outside the building Olivia had sent her the address to. It was clearly Noah's private training facility; his face was on a wide billboard that stood at the entrance of the building. She slowly made her way into the building. This time, she met the gazes of everyone who stared at her without looking away.

Hitomi Kirisawa had always been a fan of classical music, though her favourites were actually the piano pieces composed by the South Korean piano music composer, Yiruma. Yuri clenched her hands into fists by her sides, not showing any emotions outwardly. “How many people have you threatened or killed in order to attain that piece of information?” Yuri spoke blandly, betraying nothing in her voice at all. Kami ignored that snipe at him, and smiled a small and grim smile at Yuri. “It’s been a long time, Yuri-chan,” he said. “You’ve grown up.” Yuri’s right eye twitched visibly before she glared at Kami, her hands still clenched into fists by her sides. She gritted her teeth together with slight

Yuri's next move was to lean in close with his scorching breath, gently brushing against Selena‘s ear. The cream from the corner of his lips stuck onto her ear, slowly melting, just as her heart did. "Yuri, what are you doing? Have you lost your mind?" Selena's face blushed with embarrassment. She quickly pushed him away before frantically rubbing her ear, but only smeared the cream all over her hands. As a result, even her hands were scorching hot.