Ethan Edwards Hockey Novels & Stories

I needed— A wall of muscle and sweat slammed into me. “Watch it,” I muttered automatically, stepping back— And froze. Oh, great. Just my luck. Ethan. In full hockey gear, shoulder pads and all, holding his helmet under one arm, his hair messy from practice. His eyes were as pale as the ice he skated on. We’d never exactly been friends. I was fine with that. “Isabella,” he said, looking vaguely surprised to see me. I gave him the barest nod and moved to sidestep him. No way was I up for small talk with one of Logan’s hockey goons.

(Adeline’s POV) “Dwarf, hurry up!” Juan’s voice thundered from downstairs. Irritation laces every word. I rolled my eyes while struggling to clasp the back of my dress. It was already 7 p.m., and clearly, he was getting impatient. Let him wait. He was the one who dragged me to his hockey team’s victory celebration. I could’ve stayed home, ordered takeout, and watched trashy reality TV. Finally, done. I grabbed my purse and headed downstairs.

I'm still catching my breath from the game when I spot my father standing at the edge of the rink in his expensive suit, looking completely out of place among the parents in Blackwood hoodies and jeans. Our eyes meet, and he nods. Just once. But it's enough. Pride and approval. The things I've been chasing my entire life, condensed into one small gesture. At least I'm making him proud in something, even if my grades are in the toilet. Which is exactly why I need Summer to tutor me. No matter what it takes. He makes his way through the crowd, and people part for him automatically. Richard Ashford, former NHL legend, current billionaire sports agent. Everyone knows who he is.

Ethan Kane transferred to Hazard High Elite hockey team. He came to fight for the captaincy he has admired all this years. But then he meets his old best friend and secret crush, Jax Rivera wearing the C badge referring to the captain of the team on his jersey. Their reunion ignites buried tension and old feelings. After losing a match that would have earned him a chance of being the captain, he finds himself pinned against the tiled walls in the locker room by Jax. Instead of shoving him off, Ethan finds himself surrendering completely to Jax and allowing him to take his dream completely. Jax then offers a deal that Ethan gives him total submission while he on the other hand keeps it a

"Good. Because there are scouts here tonight from six different teams, two sports reporters, and about twenty thousand fans who want to see what all the fuss is about." No pressure at all. The warm-up goes well, my legs feel good, my shot is sharp, and the crowd seems energized. As I skate around the ice, I can't help but scan the stands, looking for a familiar face even though I know she's four hours away in Milwaukee. But then, in the premium seats behind the bench, I see Ethan instead, sitting alone, wearing a Blackhawks jersey with my number on it. The bastard is wearing my number. Our eyes meet across the ice, and he raises his beer in a mock salute, his smile cold. He's here to watch m

Ethan couldn't hold himself back and burst into laughter when he saw the three people's funny expressions. "Why are you laughing? It's not funny at all." Ellis yelled angrily. He was trying to understand the situation and there his brother was laughing. "Okay okay..... I won't laugh anymore." Ethan said and stopped laughing. Ethan stood up from the couch and stood beside Ellis. He placed his left hand on Ellis's shoulder. "Okay let me introduce you guys. I am Ethan, a dominant alpha and an anti-drug police officer." Ethan said and turned to Ellis. "He is my twin omega brother, Ellis. He is a professional eSports player." Ethan said, introducing Ellis.

“Aria, you’re a credit to the Stone name. Your bonding ceremony is a moon cycle away. Why haven't the scents been registered at the Council yet?” The room went quiet. Every Alpha in the hall was listening. Ethan’s grip on my waist tightened so hard I knew I’d have bruises. “We’re handling it in a few days, High Alpha,” Ethan interjected, his heart rate spiking. “Which day exactly, Ethan?” Magnus pressed, his voice like grinding tectonic plates. “I’m heading to the Manchester gate for a hockey tournament tomorrow,” Ethan lied smoothly. “I’ll be back the night after. We’ll go to the Moon Council Hall the second I touch down.”

He was too slow and his legs wouldn’t move right. The defenseman left his feet. Shoulder down. Full speed. He crashed into Ethan like a truck. Ethan flew backward. His head snapped. His body rolled. He hit the ice with full force and slid into the boards. Ethan stayed there, he didn’t move. The whistle screamed and the crowd went silent. My heart stopped. Luca dropped his stick and skated over first. Dante got there next. He dropped to his knees beside Ethan. Eli stood frozen near the bench. His mouth open.

Ethan froze to the point I thought he would crack as he watched his brother and the other players stare in awe, whispering words I couldn't make out. “Kavrian Hawk? No way…” The silence was shattered almost instantly. What started as stunned whispers exploded into loud murmurs and gasps across the stadium. “Is that really him? The Alpha’s first son?” “Holy shit, look at how he moves on the ice!” “I thought he hated mingling with people? Shit! He looks so confident!” “Suddenly, Ethan looks small compared to him.” My stomach twisted. Oh no.

William asked, immediately answered by a grin from Ethan. ** Ethan Blackwood, a tall and tan-skinned man with a friendly face, was a mix of Hispanic and English heritage. His height was almost the same as Greys. The difference was that Ethan had a more muscular physique due to specialized training. His job as a bodyguard had taught him various martial arts skills. Ethan was the son of William, the head butler at Grey's house. They were childhood friends but had been separated since high school when Ethan chose to attend a boarding school far from the city.