Hockey Star Novels & Stories

Aiden isn’t just a star hockey player — he’s one of the most famous hockey players in the world! The webpage goes into much more detail on his life from there. Aiden apparently comes from a wealthy Alpha family. The local hockey team he had transferred to had apparently fought for him tooth and nail, eventually settling on an annual salary of 60 million dollars. It takes all of my self control not to let my jaw drop.

If anyone saw me, they’d probably say I was sitting too straight for someone in a living room, but I couldn’t help it. “Yes, sir. I’m listening.” He rubbed his palms together like he had been waiting all moment to say this. “There is a deal that came up. A huge one. The biggest national hockey offer we’ve received in years. It’s called the National Frostline Elite Series.” The name alone sounded like something that held weight and I could feel that. He continued, voice steady, “They are selecting the top players across the country. And Brad… they want you to lead our representation nationwide.”

“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.

It was a hockey competition with Hills high school and just as expected, Ryan who was the captain of the sports club in as taking the lead. The stands shook with noise. Students stomped their feet on the bleachers, the sound rising with every chant of Ryan’s name. He was not just the captain, the star of the team, and he carried himself like it. The ice seemed to bend for him, each glide sharp and certain, every swing of his stick controlled like he’d been born with it in his hands.

A tall figure in a letter jacket, sweaty dark hair, intense eyes that seem to be looking right at us. Axel Cross. The star quarterback. The guy every girl wants and every guy wants to be. He's supposed to be at practice. What's he doing here? Our eyes meet through the glass, and something in his expression changes. His jaw tightens. His hands clench into fists at his sides. He can see Professor West's hand on mine. He can see how scared I am. He can see everything. Professor West follows my gaze and quickly drops his hand, stepping back with a smile that doesn't reach his eyes.

How shameless could Mike be, everyone’s face held the same look- disbelief, he didn’t look like the confident guy on campus. “Mike” I hiss “there’s no need for this” I didn’t want Knox to get into trouble because of me. For a second, I thought Knox might actually get dragged out. But the moment they reached him— One of them angles his head “Knox Tatum?” A grin lights his face. The other nodded respectfully. “Good evening, I'm a big fan. You want us to handle this?” How could I forget, Knox was a fast-rising hockey player, very popular for winning all his games in the states.

I stared at him, unsure if I had heard him correctly. He nodded toward the people gathered around the room. “They’re the owners of the top teams competing in the upcoming Bluerinks Championship.” Lucien spoke as if he were simply reading from a list. “Besides the Lowa Kings, which I own, we have like thirteen other hockey clubs here.” “We have the Frostbite Raiders, Ironclad Wolves, Summit Predators, Glacier Titans, Vortex Blades, Thunderstrike Bears, Midnight Phantoms.” He stared into my eyes for a few seconds before continuing.

Every time he scored, he skated toward the glass, his eyes finding me in the crowd, raising his stick in my direction. ​By the time the horn blared at the end of the third period, the scoreboard flashed in bright red letters: NEW YORK VOLKOVS: 5 | BOSTON: 2. ​The team erupted in celebration on the ice, crowding around Kieran as he was named the first star of the game. He pulled off his helmet, his dark hair soaked with sweat, waving to the roaring section of New York fans before heading down the tunnel toward the locker rooms. ​Twenty minutes later, I walked down the arena corridor toward the private post game reception room where the players' families gathered.

My entire body stilled. The Khaelon Dravik. Star hockey player. Heir to the Dravik fortune. Captain of the undefeated Hockey Team. The face on every student poster, the name on every varsity jersey. The one everyone talked about like he was myth wrapped in flesh. Unreachable and my ultimate crush. My first love even if he never knew it. I used to watch his games through a cracked laptop screen, memorizing the sharp angles of his jaw under his helmet, the vicious grace of how he skated across the rink like a storm no one could stop. He didn’t just play, he dominated. And now, here he was.

“What on earth is going on? Your father and I just saw the latest article. They’re saying you’re involved with one of your patients. A famous hockey player. Is this true?” I closed my eyes for a moment, already feeling exhausted. “Yes, it’s true. His name is Ronan Hale. He’s the goalie for the New York Defenders. I was assigned as his live-in physical therapist after his injury.” My dad’s voice joined in the background, sounding equally concerned. “Live-in? Honey, this doesn’t sound right. You’ve always been so professional. Now there are pictures of you everywhere and people calling you… well, things I won’t repeat.”