Hockey Booktok Drama Novels & Stories

END OF BOOK 2 The Mitchell-Volkov family's story continues in Book 3: "CHAMPIONSHIP ICE" - where new challenges in New York will test everything they've built, while Franklin's legacy influences decisions from afar and unexpected opportunities arise for Emma in women's hockey development. The question isn't whether they can succeed in their new life—it's whether they can maintain their family bonds while pursuing individual dreams on the biggest stage in professional hockey.

“He… he didn’t want to send me to the asylum, but… but I—” He cut her off. “Because you’re a sick fuck. I still remember the headline. Though, I’ll say, that headline wasn’t even fully true, because they forgot to mention that the psychopath Emma Johnson—who tried to kill the upcoming pro hockey player’s girlfriend, Rhea Tate—wasn’t just some fling of Rhett’s. She was also his submissive. They were in a BDSM relationship. Disgusting.”

"Get back out there, keep your left elbow locked, and finish this game." ​"On your terms, Sasha," Rhys promised, his fingers squeezing mine with a tight, possessive pressure before he stood up. ​He pulled his helmet down, stepped back over the boards, and skated onto the ice for the final twenty minutes of the game. He was the captain of the Seattle Kraken, and he was ready to claim his victory.

Hayden shook his head, sighed deeply, and muttered something under his breath. "Fine," he said slowly. Elena let out a muffled scream of victory. Just then, the lecturer walked in, and we all instantly fell silent, returning to our seats. "Good Morning, class," he greeted before starting the day. ☆☆☆ It was finally match time. Lena, Hayden, and I were heading toward the massive, echoing hockey ice rink. My wolf, the subconscious restlessness beneath my skin, felt unsettled. I was pacing, desperate for some kind of relief or distraction.

The Thunderhawks, Julian Drake’s team, were already skating, their dark jerseys a sickening reminder of the Mirkwood Pack’s creeping influence. This wasn’t a hockey game. This was the final, brutal piece of theater before the kill. Julian thought he was watching his prized pawn—the hockey star—play a meaningless game while the blackmail clock ticked down. He didn't know the player on the ice was the weapon, sharpened by Damian’s control and fueled by ten years of redirected vengeance.

“Accurate?” “Extremely,” I said, crossing my arms. “I prefer books to bruises.” Knox leaned on his stick, helmet dangling from his other hand. Sweat glistened on his temples, but he still smelled like mint gum and victory. Unfair. “Books, huh? What’s your poison? Romance? Mystery? Or are you one of those ‘I only read classics’ types?” I blinked. Was the hockey god actually making conversation? “Mostly fantasy. The kind with dragons, not… whatever this is.” I gestured at the entire rink like it had personally offended me.

𝘿𝙞𝙤𝙧 𝙨𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙩 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡’𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙, 𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙡 𝙤𝙛 𝙥𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧. 𝙁𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙖𝙝 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙢𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙘𝙧𝙖�

But Hazel pulled my hand and directed my body towards the hockey players who had just arrived at this building. "Look, he's our college hockey captain. His name is Drake. He's a really good player but if I could be his girlfriend, I wouldn't." She whispered into my ear. "Drake is a playboy. Even if he doesn't like the cheers members, you should be careful." "Why doesn't he like cheers?" Hazel shrugged her shoulders. "Because everyone is crazy about him. Like a game, everyone wants to sleep with him. Because he's handsome, dashing, and definitely good at 'it'. You know what I mean, right?"

You look tense. Just tired from triple sessions I said smooth. Legs are dead. You getting good footage? Viktor smiled. Perfect stuff. The isolation. The grind. Fans love it. Anything you want to share about team secrets? Kade laughed. No secrets. Just hard work. You know that. The big defenseman added. Yeah. We are building something here. No drama. Viktor watched us close. Good. Because the league wants full honesty. No hidden stories. The young winger jumped in. No hidden stories. Just hockey. We are focused.