Hockey Player Booktok Drama Novels & Stories

I crashed backward into the lockers with a deafening bang, pain shooting through my spine as the metal dug in. The crowd erupted, phones started flying up, people shouting and recording. Natalie stormed in and raised her arm, clearly wanting to slap me back and I'm ready for that. "An eye for an eye, a slap for a slap." But when her hand was about to land on me, another hand caught her wrist. "Hands off, Blondie!" Asher's deep voice boomed through the chaos like a command on the ice. The star winger of the hockey team pushed through the crowd with powerful strides, his broad shoulders cutting through the sea of phones and staring faces.

Speaking of pucks, I immediately remembered Riven, and the fact that I actually had pucks to pick for the next two practices. “But I do love history. I mean, what's there not to love?” Grey said, tilting his head to the side. I placed my hand on his shoulder. “Dude, you are smart, and intelligent. You love history, you’re a medic, you passed your bloodline class with ease and you are good with shifters. You are a bookworm.” I paused, clapping my chest softly. “I am Skyler Gale. I’m not a smart ass. I'm just good at playing hockey. Going to classes is a price I must pay to play the game.”

He didn’t sit down. “Your scholarship’s barely breathing, Rivera. One more screw-up, one more fight, one more call from a pissed-off donor, and you’re gone. I don’t care how good you are out there. Damien’s family keeps the lights on. You make him look bad again and I can’t save you.” I wiped sweat off my face, still breathing hard. “He’s the one who checked me into the boards like he wanted to break my neck. I was playing hockey. That’s what we’re here for, right?”

Like scoring was the most normal thing in the world. “What the hell?” I muttered. Leah barked out a laugh. “He's so good, it's unreal” I folded my arms quickly, forcing my face to stay calm. “Erm… he’s okay,” I muttered, even though my chest was still buzzing from the goal. “You’re literally standing.” I immediately sat down. Leah snorted. The game continued. Then Knox scored again. And again. And somehow, despite knowing absolutely nothing about hockey, I found myself leaning forward every single time he touched the puck.

“I know this team. It’s from the human realm.” I turned it around and froze. The name printed there was one I recognized too. A famous hockey player. A very famous one. I stared at it, then slowly looked toward Ella. “Dax plays hockey?” Ella looked just as surprised as I felt. “Apparently.” Of course he did. Because why wouldn’t the terrifying Alpha King of Shadowfen also have a mysterious human-realm hockey life? That man was a walking locked folder with abs but despite everything, I smiled. A real one this time

Chaos erupted in front of the net. Sticks clashed and bodies collided. The usual dance we always see in any ice hockey games. Lily was practically climbing over the railing. “Someone clear it!” Johanis lunged in. Hooked the puck away from immediate danger. Ryan cleared it down the rink. Whistle. The crowd exhaled collectively. Lily sat back down dramatically. “I aged three years just now.” “You’re very dramatic.” “Sports demand drama.” The game resumed. Time felt faster now and a little bit sharper. Hillia was pressing harder. Tavian wasn’t even smiling anymore. Neither was Johanis. They met mid-ice again.

Kelsey Sawyer had taken our picture and this time she winked. By morning, the morning paper arrived and you won't believe the headlines : “STAR HOCKEY PLAYER ACCEPTS GIRLFRIEND'S PREGNANCY.” Someone should just kill me.

News headlines. "Love on Ice: The Volkov-Montgomery Story Leaks Early." "Chapter 10: 'The Night He Begged.'" "Fans Go Wild Over Explicit Details." Damian sat up so fast his head spun. He opened the first link. A leaked P*F. The book's cover—two hockey players silhouetted against the ice. He scrolled to Chapter 10. "The Night He Begged." The chapter started with the abandoned rink. The cold. The blood. Sebastian's voice, transcribed from their interview: "I told him to beg me to hurt him. His voice cracked when he said please."

The way the camera catches things the naked eye misses. He stepped closer, leaning against the neighboring locker. "The way you and Miller look at each other... it’s not hockey, Liam. It’s something else.And very vulnerable." "I told you, it’s chemistry. I can’t be fighting with my teammate who was once my roommate," I snapped, finally looking him in the eye. "If you’re so interested in film, maybe you should spend more time studying the plays so you could be better on the rink and less time playing detective."