Hockey Star Novels & Stories

"He's not just another shallow jock or college sports player who only cares about parties and winning games." Piper snorted at the word "substance" and waved her spoon at me, flinging a bit of tomato sauce onto the counter. "He's yet to prove all of these to me. Until then, he's just Hockey Boy who got you into a massive scandal that could ruin your entire future."

"You may not be the most powerful, but you can conquer even the world with dedication and resilient, of course with a plan and strategy on the side." <<<>>> YEAR 2095, MONTH OF MAY, 10TH DAY The rinks in Moscow and Chicago were thousands of miles apart, but the ice weighed nearly the same amount when it came to expectations and legacies. In one, a non-magical rising ice hockey star was trying to make a name for himself among seasoned players. In another, a magical child prodigy was wowing scouts, teammates, and fans with his talent. They had not yet met, but they were destined to meet and clash in many ways possible.

I inquired, attempting to revive the banter as the silence was making me feel all too much. "I'm not nervous about the game, Fantine, I'm nervous about how much I hate that this is my life, because I have to spend every day playing a sport I don't even like just to make happy a man who doesn't even love me," he said, and the unvarnished truth in his voice took me completely by surprise. "You don't like hockey? But you are the star player, everyone says you were born to be on the ice," I said, turning in my seat so I could look at him better.

“That’s subjective.” “It’s statistical. Points leader. Plus-minus leader. Only sophomore in the conference averaging over a point per game. And—” He dropped his voice. “—I have a mother who’s a retired Olympic figure skater and a father who drove a bus in Brampton until I was fourteen. The narrative writes itself.” He wasn’t wrong. That was the problem. “I’ll think about it,” I said. “Think fast. I’m a limited-time offer.” “You’re a hockey player. You have a four-year eligibility window.”

The flashlights began blinking like crazy, creating a blinding wall of white light. This happened because Julian Vane wasn't just any regular hockey player who did well in the sport. He was the Ice King. He was a global superstar, a billionaire icon, and he practically owned the entire league with his talent and fame. The captain and leader of the other foreign hockey team immediately went bright red with anger and deep embarrassment at being ignored so quickly. He felt completely insulted, but nevertheless, he controlled his fierce temper, forced himself to keep calm, and walked past the shouting crowd with a stiff, angry back.

"I play international hockey. I'm the captain of the Ice Wolves." "Hockey?" I breathed. "You're the famous Caiden Blackwood? The one who leads the team to victory every year?" He blushed, looking away. "It's not a big deal." "Not a big," Knox snorted. "He's the captain. The youngest MVP in league history. Not a big deal, he says." My heart swelled. The Moon Goddess had truly blessed me with these wonderful men. I mentally apologized for every moment I had doubted her.

the official answered, and I shook my head. “Oh. Really? By making decisions about my career because you have already decided what I am, right?” I asked, and the officer looked at me. “A hockey star with multiple charges against him is not above the rules,” he responded, and his voice became colder as he continued. “He is subject to league discipline like every other player.” Ivy’s fingers tightened around my shirt. “And a player with charges against him is automatically a criminal? Is that it?” Ivy asked, her fingers tightened around my chest, and the officer didn't answer immediately. “A hockey star who has a lot of charges ag

The tall one had blonde hair, brown eyes, a bag over his shoulders and daring look while the other had blue hair with blue eyes, his face was cute, like a fallen angel. “That’s Emory and Marsh, Emory is the captain of the hockey team” Xyla whispered in my eyes, it felt like talking about them openly would inquire consequences. I looked over at them, their seat were aligned. Emory sat behind Marsh. A part of the hockey team, I thought about it, seeing them made me excited, I couldn’t wait to apply for the hockey team. “Marsh is the right defenseman” Adele added. I nodded, then she leaned closer.

Ryan always knew what he wanted. I found hockey instead, something entirely mine, something Ryan never bothered to master because it required exactly the kind of discipline and grinding effort he never needed to succeed at anything else. On the ice, nobody compared me to my brother. On the ice, I was simply the best version of myself, and for years, that was enough. Until it wasn't. Until sponsors started calling me difficult, reckless, hot-headed, and I realized that even the one place I built for myself had somehow become another arena where I was failing to measure up to some invisible standard nobody bothered to explain to me clearly.

I turned to face Kelvin who still lingered beyond the door, I could see the tears building up at the corner of his eyes. This was the last time he would ever play hockey ever again. His parents had made a deal with him, I was the one who helped him with it. Win or never play again. We would win. Everyone knew so. But somehow that was not how the match ended. “I'm sorry.” I managed to say. He walked away, his steps heavy on the floor. I ran my hand through my hair and I picked up my phone. They had a point. The other team really did have an immense understanding of our tactics and somehow they lucked out and managed to play without the star player of the team.