Ice Hockey Booktok Novels & Stories

But even with the wind roaring in my ears, Adeline's face haunted the back of my mind, the hot flare of pleasure that spread up my body when our fingers brushed as she took my pen to sign the tutor pact… That fiery look in her eyes when she told me we were not friends, those soft, plush lips I ached to ravish….Fuck! even her cute button nose… Focus! I pushed past the defense with speed, dropping my shoulder to deliver a bone-rattling check on Caleb, pinning him hard on the plexiglass as I dug the puck out from his skates. We kept at it…stopping only for grueling push-ups on the ice, then right back to full-ice scrimmages.

Antalya's POV The crisp air bit at my cheeks, but I barely felt it. The roar of the crowd was a physical thing, vibrating through the ice beneath my skates. Across the center line, Dominic loomed, a dark mountain of intensity in his gear, his focus entirely on me. The annual pack hockey tournament had become our unlikely battleground, a place where all our pent-up passion and competition found an outlet. “Ready to lose, little wolf?” he called out, his voice a low growl that carried over the ice and went straight to my core.

Ant takes off down the ice with lightning speed. "Holy shit," Kateb mutters, echoing my own thoughts. This game feels like a professional match, with both teams giving it their all and refusing to back down. Ant finds himself surrounded by two defensemen, so he quickly passes the puck to Warren. Warren deftly maneuvers past another defender, slamming his hockey stick against the puck with precision. I clamp down on my lip, watching as the puck sails straight into the goal. "Hell yeah, Kohl!" Miller shouts, and the entire team erupts into cheers, including Kateb and Mason.

After locking the metal door, I stepped out of the employee area, down the cold concrete hallway toward the athletes' training stands. As soon as the access door opened, an icy chill stung my neck. The sharp sound of a knife blade slicing through the ice combined with the furious impact of a stick striking a rubber puck, which hit the glass barrier with a deafening thwack. In the middle of the expansive, gleaming ice rink stood Marco. He moved nimbly, cutting through his opponents with terrifying speed, dribbling the puck with deadly precision before launching a powerful slapshot. His sweat-drenched face looked cold, stiff, and fierce.

He tried to get up, but he was completely crushed. Alexander stood tall on his skates. He wore his black and silver captain's jersey. His face was sharp, cold, and totally focused. He looked exactly like a dangerous, powerful king. He completely ignored James. Alexander stole the black puck. He skated incredibly fast down the ice. He raised his stick. Smack! The puck flew straight into the net. The red goal light flashed brightly. A loud horn blew. The game was over. They won the championship. The crowd went totally crazy.

Not love letters, nothing overtly romantic, but still enough to destroy me in front of everyone. The Alpha flipped it open dramatically. “Oh, this is good.” My face burned with humiliation. “Give it back.” He ignored me completely. Instead, he started reading aloud. “‘Damon scored twenty-three goals in eighteen games.’” More laughter followed. “‘Fastest player on the ice. Strong left-side attack.’ The crowd laughed harder. I took a desperate step forward. “Stop.” “‘Favorite move during power plays—’” “Stop!”

The practice rink felt colder when it was empty. No crowd noise. No boards rattling from other drills. Just the low hum of the refrigeration system and the sharp scrape of three pairs of skates already waiting for me at center ice. Maddox “Brick” stood tall and broad, silence making the empty rink feel colder still. Callahan “Rook” circled him, stick tapping the ice as he muttered something I couldn’t hear. Honestly, I didn’t care.

“No, I can't do that. Hockey is everything to my guys. We worked so hard for this. I can't... can't just betray my team. like that." “Okay, no problem. I will just simply send this photo straight to George Kensington, Noah's father.” Tobias snapped, his voice cutting through the air like a knife. “And then I'll leak it to every major news outlet in the city. Let's see how fast your shiny new rink gets bulldozed to the ground.” He scoffed. “And let's see what happens to your precious hockey career when everyone finds out the Northcott captain is a faggot who sells his body to his rival for cheap money like a freaking prostitute.”

There were tons of students who were reading this book in high school, it was mandatory freshman year. “What, does that shock you?” he asked with a grin. “Kind of, yes.” He rolled his eyes. “You don’t have to be so blunt about it. Just because I’m a dumb jock, doesn’t mean I don’t like doing things other than playing hockey.” I hated that I felt a little bad, he did have a point. “Sorry, that isn’t what I meant,” I muttered. He pulled up a chair and sat down backward on it next to me.

"Tell me this is a joke. You brought a ballet dancer to teach us how to play hockey?" A few chuckles erupted from the players on the ice. Liam felt a hot flash of anger burn through his chest, replacing his anxiety. He stepped onto the ice, his blades cutting into the surface with silent, lethal precision. He didn't slip. He didn't stumble. He glided smoothly until he was standing bare inches from Jaxson’s massive padded chest.