Yuri On Ice Novels & Stories

SARAH The stadium lights were so bright they made the falling snow look like glitter. Loud. Blinding. Electric. And somehow… I was still invisible in all of it. The crowd roared as Henry skated past center ice, slicing through defenders like he owned the entire rink. Of course he did—Captain, golden boy, the school’s pride, the Blake everyone wanted to take pictures with. “Henry! Henry! Henry!” Their voices shook the dome, echoing off the frosted glass.

The Vultures were already warming up, circling the ice like sharks. Milo took a deep breath and stepped onto the ice. Game on.

I entered the main arena and skated out onto the ice in the silence. I started easily until I found my rhythm, I let the cold air clear my mind while focusing on the drills that Jax had devised. I kept at it until my lungs burned and the cold sweat streaming down my temple. I ignored Ethan’s advice and launched into a sequence of the hardest combinations I knew. Attacking the entry with my arms driving up, I landed hard and the scrape of the blade on the ice echoed all over the rink. The rush of adrenaline was intense and I heard Jax’s voice whispering in my head, “Again. Faster.”

I nodded, laced up my skates, and stepped onto the ice with the team. At first it wasn’t too bad. But as we started drills — skating hard, passing, and shooting — my body began to betray me. My legs felt weak. My balance was off. Every time I pushed off, a strange wave of dizziness hit me. My Omega body was acting up again, worse than before. The fatigue, the sudden tremors in my muscles, the way my heart raced even though I wasn’t pushing that hard… it was terrifying.

Icy iron chains locked around my wrists and ankles, fastening me to a stone pillar in the center of the cellar. The piercing cold surged up from the soles of my feet, spreading through my entire body, cutting through the thin maternity dress and drilling straight into my bones. The cellar was empty, filled only with the slow drip of melting ice and the uncontrollable chattering of my teeth. I curled in on myself, arms wrapped tightly around my belly, trying to warm the child inside with what little body heat I had left.

The worst he can say is that I’m a crazy psycho who’s obsessed with him. “Fuck, I’m too broke for this.” I mumbled. I raised up my hand to ring the doorbell but suddenly, the door swung open. No, it wasn’t Killian, it was worse. Easton’s finest figure skater, Killian’s favourite puck bunny and my other nemesis, Milena. Remember how I said our figure skating team hadn’t won a medal in decades? Well our first gold in over ten years was won by her. I don’t need to say that her ego was the size of a planet.

She watched my hands, quiet for a moment, before standing up awkwardly. I opened the heavy plastic door and stepped onto the ice. I held my hand out. Roselle stepped over the threshold, her skates hitting the slick surface. Both of her feet instantly slid in opposite directions. I caught her by the arms before she could hit the ice. She gripped my jacket sleeves like her life depended on it, her eyes wide. “Okay,” she breathed. “Okay, this is very slippery.” “It’s ice, Roselle.” “Shut up.”

Yuri gave Mina a green tea flavored ice cream. Dani was eating chocolate bar while Yuri was drinking her cheesecake bubble tea. They sat down in the middle of the park. Everyone had happy faces, but not Mina. "Is it good?" Yuri asked her. "Y-Yeah." Mina faked her smile. Mina did not know but she felt strange spending time with Yuri and Dani. She didn't get why suddenly they asked her to hang out with them. She could still remember when she was introduced to the class a few months ago as a transferee. She saw Yuri and Dani throw her their bitter smiles.

While stimulating another point of pleasure, Yuri withdraws his fingers only when he transfers the heat of my body to another. With his clean hand, he lowers the strap of my dress and, shortly after, removes his fingers from me—wet with orgasm. He soaks my still-erect nipple, squeezing and twirling it between his two fingers. "Yuri," I moan his name in a plea. I'm answered when his warm mouth takes the place of his fingers, sucking vigorously, nibbling, and then showcasing his tongue as if savoring its taste in the same way he did with the vodka.

Yuri looked at Leah and ran up to her with a wide smile on her face. "Leah Onee-chan." Yuri jumped on Leah. Yuri was half-Japanese because her father was Japanese. Due to her habit and love towards her father's language, Yuri calls Leah Onee-chan...it is used to refer to as a big sister in Japan. Leah finds it very cute when Yuri calls her Onee-chan. "Yuri, where is your mom?" Leah asked while breaking the hug. She cupped the little one's fluffy cheeks. Yuri was half-Japanese but she didn't look Asian at all. In fact, she looked more like Leah.