Hockey Fanfic Novels & Stories

“And I also think he is targeting me and trying to get me off of the team an-“ I asserted to say again but Ryder cut me off. “Wait, wait…how the fuck do you know all of this?” he questioned suspiciously How fucking else? “The bastard dared to tell me himself. Can you believe that?” I replied. Well, he did tell me about him trying to sleep with Astrid but not about the hockey part but I am certain of it.I thought to myself.

The energy in Rogers Arena was a live wire, 19,000 fans buzzing with a mix of awe and morbid curiosity over the “Vamp Duo” phenomenon. Banners tangled in the rafters: “Thorne Burns Bright” clashing with cheeky “Fangs Out Tonight!” Merchandise flew off shelves faster than a slapshot, even as the league labeled it all “fan fiction.” In the locker room, Alex laced skates with intense focus, fangs retracted, thirst simmering low from Jake’s vein earlier that night. Brody clapped a hand on his shoulder.

Back in my dorm room, I sat on my bed, phone in hand, and eyes glued to it, reading the text I had composed to send to Vivianne. ‘I'm sorry about what happened, Vivianne. I would never do anything to hurt you. I've always genuinely liked you, and I cherished what happened between us… I'm sorry for the trouble that I caused you. I'll bring you back to Stormbridge Academy. I promise’ Just as I was about to send the text to Vivianne, dad's words echoed in my head. ‘Are you ready to give up your hockey career?’ My grip tightened on the phone, and I bit my lip hard.

Cassie's POV Hockey isn't my thing. It never has been. The hockey fans are screaming and cheering like the world depends on a stupid puck sliding across the ice. I should have been in the library, buried in one of my medical textbooks or romance novels. But no, Maya, my best friend has other plans.

she hisses. But ignoring Cassandra is impossible. Every flick of her hair, every hand on Ethan’s shoulder it’s all a reminder: she’s the queen now, and I’m the ghost of last season. Later, I’m digging through my locker when a shadow falls over me. “Careful, Hart. People might start thinking you care about hockey again.” I slam the locker shut, finding Jax leaning casually against the one beside it. That damn smirk is back, scar catching the light. “What do you want?” I snap.

Chapter One- My Idol is my opponent Scarlett POV Ryan Carter was a name everyone feared in the hockey world. As the best hockey player in the country, he was known everywhere. People called him a legend. Some called him unstoppable. For me, he was more than that, he was my role model, while in my stay in his country, I hope I meet him. The reason I started playing hockey, the reason I believed someone like me could dream bigger than the small town I came from.

The dominant hockey star had projected a minor wave of internal resistance during the inaugural installation phase, but his processing units had steadily evolved to harbor a deep spiritual connection to those visual coordinates. The exact millisecond the professional ice schedule initiated its seasonal cycle, Val executed a continuous transit path across the external territories alongside Finn and his alpha brother, Lucas. Following a complete calendar cycle of tracking the high-velocity violence of the pack game from the immediate glass perimeter, his creative networks were brimming with a million independent narrative plot variations, culminating in the absolute final structural execution

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.

"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?*

"You wanna come?" "To practice?" "To both. Practice if you want, definitely the game." He brushed hair out of my face. "I'd like you there." I laughed, short and sharp. "Yeah? With all your fans?" He frowned. "What fans?" "Come on, Rowan." "What?" "You're a hockey player. Girls love hockey players. Especially ones who look like you and I don't like my last experience with these people." He rolled his eyes. "Jesus. That's what this is about?"