Hockey Booktok Novels & Stories

I don’t stop running until I slam into the glass window of my favorite comic shop. I press my palms to the glass, shaking so hard my teeth chatter. My breath fogs the window. And then I see it. The new release. Hockey Star is Obsessed With Me. The final book. It’s propped up in the display like it’s waiting just for me. I push the door open and stumble inside. The bell jingles softly above me. The clerk barely glances up. I grab the book off the shelf and drop to the floor, right there in the aisle.

“Stop. We’re not doing that. We’ll stay positive, not spiral into negativity.” Her gaze flicked downward suddenly, locking on something under the door. She pulled away from me and bent down, her hand emerging with a glossy slip of paper. “A ticket… a hockey ticket.” Her brows furrowed. “It’s just one.” My heartbeat stumbled. A ticket. Hockey. My stomach twisted with instant recognition. Nick. She handed it to me, her fingers still shaking. I turned it over and froze. Scrawled across the back were words that made my blood heat.

“Andre —“ It’s obvious that he is about to interrupt but Dylan scowls. One hand raising to cover the man’s mouth whose eyes open wide in shock. “You didn’t let me get a single word in last time, so it's my turn…Getting closer to you, spending time with you. Learning about fuckass hockey, that i never cared about before. Watching the way you lead your team fiercely and knowing just how kind and sweet you are off the ice—those are things I would never want to go back to not experiencing and it fucking sucks—“ he chokes on a sob, eyes pooled with water but he’s been holding this all in to himself and he’s going to combust if he doesn’t just relieve this crumbling pressure off of his chest.

There were tons of students who were reading this book in high school, it was mandatory freshman year. “What, does that shock you?” he asked with a grin. “Kind of, yes.” He rolled his eyes. “You don’t have to be so blunt about it. Just because I’m a dumb jock, doesn’t mean I don’t like doing things other than playing hockey.” I hated that I felt a little bad, he did have a point. “Sorry, that isn’t what I meant,” I muttered. He pulled up a chair and sat down backward on it next to me.

Ryan's whole life depended on these next 120 seconds. "Ladies and gentlemen!" the announcer's voice boomed like thunder. "This is it! Two minutes to decide who becomes the next college hockey sensation!" My stomach twisted into knots. Ryan was skating hard, sweat dripping down his beautiful face. He looked so focused, so determined. God, he was gorgeous even when he was exhausted. Then I saw him. Derek Stone. The devil himself gliding across the ice like a predator hunting prey. Derek was everything parents warned their daughters about - dangerous, wild, and absolutely ruthless. He had been kicked out of his last school for fighting, and now he played for our biggest rival.

Arabel has spent years worshipping two people: the boyfriend who made her feel chosen and the mother who made her feel safe. Both shatter in one night. After catching Daniel and her mother together, she flees home and moves into the girls’ hostel at school, determined to disappear into hockey and silence. Damian Kane—her captain, the undefeated god of the ice—has always been off-limits. Controlled. Distant. Dangerous. The night she breaks, he finds her. What follows is brutal, carnal, and seared into her memory. She wakes up hating him for it. Only later does she learn the truth: Damian had been drugged with a powerful aphrodisiac. He was not entirely himself. And once the haze cle

"Twice. You didn't pick up." I pulled off my gloves and dropped them on the desk. "I was on the ice." "I know where you were." She set the leather folder on the desk and opened it without ceremony. "Sit down, Luca." I sat… She laid three printed pages in front of me. The first was a screenshot collection, fan accounts and sports commentary, all circling the same exhibition game footage I had been trying to stop thinking about for four days. The second was a social media analytics report with certain sections highlighted in yellow. The third was an article from a mid-tier sports culture site with the headline underlined in red pen: *Devereaux and Calloway: Hockey Rivalry or Something Else?*

Ava’s POV By Thursday morning, the entire campus had turned into hockey madness. Blue and silver banners hung across buildings. Posters for the championship game covered almost every wall near the student center. Cheerleaders practiced routines outside on the lawn while music blasted through speakers loud enough to shake the pavement. Everyone was excited...well everyone except me. I stood beside Lily near the coffee cart, half awake and emotionally unstable, staring at a giant poster of Ryan Carter taped across the athletics board. HOCKEY CAPTAIN LEADS WESTBROOK INTO FINALS.

“There it is.” I looked at her confused. “What?” “The hockey voice.” My stomach tightened in an instant, and I immediately looked away. But I could still feel Harper leaning closer. “You know,” she said quietly, “ it’s nice hearing you talk about hockey again.” Suddenly the room felt smaller, and I found myself staring at the wall—at the photos I’d never bothered taking down, at the medals hidden inside a drawer. At a version of myself I didn’t want to speak about until God knows when.

RONAN DRAKOVIC RHODES. Ain’t nothing like a man itching from addiction. In all my years of life, I had two addictions. Both of which I’d cross the red line just to get them. Hockey was one of them. Nothing like having the ice beneath you, solid and steady, while you moved your weight around the net like a god. Nothing like being the one who controlled the game because the goalie was always undermined. My job was to man the net but the truth? I protected my team. I predicted which player was slacking on the ice faster than the coach and the fans ever did.