Hockey Fanfic Novels & Stories

My heart raced every damn time his hand held the stick firmly and when his stick hit the puck…watching my stepbrother play hockey has always been my favorite thing to watch in the world. To me, it felt like every part of me came alive with those effortless movements of him—he was the only guy who treated me right even when others tried to bully me. His messy and dark hair flowed over his face framing his sharp jawline perfectly. I couldn’t help but to feel butterflies swooning in my belly. I don't care about anyone's opinions about that because I know of one thing…everyone has their own love story. Mine just happened to be the kind of story that can never be told out loud —it is a forbidden

Do you want to know why I think so? You see, once upon a time there was a girl that hated hockey and everything related to it, especially hockey players. She had a good reason as well. But suddenly Nathaniel Madox waltzed into her life and turned it all upside down. He made her realize that not everyone is out there to hurt her. He helped her see that as much as there were asshole hockey players, there was the same amount of kind and gold-hearted hockey players who were willing to top everything for those they loved and cared about.

Too high maintenance and you rarely get to see them in the season. Plus, I got stung in high school. Yeah, you got it. I dated one of the hockey players from school and well, let’s just say he was pussy drunk on all the pussy that was available to him and couldn’t keep his dick in his pants. It ended after a few weeks. When I discovered him touching up a girl by the lockers one afternoon. A friend nonetheless. That was the end of that.

The force of the wind knocked me right off my feet. I slid across the ice, my hands scraping against the sharp surface until I hit the heavy wooden hockey boards at the edge of the rink. Pain flared through my back, and I gasped for air, my vision going blurry for a second. Holden went completely wild seeing me hurt. He roared, a loud sound of pure fury, and bit down hard on the black ice trapping his legs. His sharp teeth cracked the dark frost, but more black ice crawled up his chest, pinning his massive body down until he could only twitch his head.

Ethan and I had grown better together,better conversations and a better love story. Janice and I were driving closer to our goals and I was no longer 18,I was now 22 and Ethan was 25 though he occasionally acted like my dad sometimes which I found annoyingly romantic and despite everything,the Syndicate hadn't bothered us and while Ethan had adapted to the hockey team winning several games,part of me was still scared because I found it hard to believe everything was good. "If it isn't the soon B.F.A holder" Ethan said taking me out of my thoughts as he kissed me on my cheek while I sat on a chair doing my thesis.

Piper’s POV The air outside my apartment was cold enough to sting my cheeks, but it cleared my head just enough to remember where I needed to be; the hockey arena. Rollins, my mate, had a game today. Just the thought of him steadied the chaos in my chest. He was my anchor and the one thing in my life that made sense when everything else was a mess of unanswered questions and half truths. By the time I got to the arena, the crowd was already thickened. Spectators from different packs sat on the bleachers, their voices buzzing with the kind of electric anticipation only hockey could stir.

Hockey is a brutally demanding game, not just the physical exertion but everything else that goes with it, hell some players have been seriously injured on the ice. My phone beeps, I have it on vibrate, it’s my sister Henri. “Hey you,” I say as I shift in my seat in the VIP area to get a better look at Alex skating below, he has the puck, it looks like he is going to take a shot. I hold my breath as Henri speaks. “I’m all good, just got the head librarian role and couldn’t wait to tell you. Mom and dad are so happy for me. And I’m seeing someone.”

“Thank you.” She bows slightly. “Dinner will be served in a few hours. Please call if you need anything.” When the door closes, I finally let the breath out of my lungs. So those men… those are the mysterious hockey players everyone keeps talking about. The ones the entire country is obsessed with. The Hyacinth brothers—four of the most talented, untouchable athletes in the world and the most private. No interviews. No photos. Just wins and rumors. If I had known this was what I’d be walking into, I would’ve thought twice before signing that deal.

"Just thinking." "About?" The party...Lucian's blue eyes...the way he said Friday like it was a promise...Marcellus's hands on my mother's hips...the way he sucked her breast into his mouth...the way I watched and wanted and hated myself for wanting. "Hockey," I said. Bianca snorted immediately. "You don't care about hockey." "Lucian cares about hockey." "Ah." She grinned. "So you are thinking about Friday." "Maybe."

And somehow, despite knowing absolutely nothing about hockey, I found myself leaning forward every single time he touched the puck. Every time he got close to the goal, I found myself holding my breath. My stomach dropped whenever someone checked him. For some reason, I cared enough about Knox not to want him to get hurt. Which was ridiculous. I hated him…. right? Yet somehow, I barely noticed Mike the entire game. Every time my eyes wandered across the ice, they found Knox. The girls behind me weren’t helping. “He’s so hot.” “Look at his arms.” “I would let that man ruin my life.”