Kraken Hockey Booktok Novels & Stories

Berserkers are obsessed with wood, and Viki also has a deep love for books. ‘Smut books with monsters and aliens,’ Raven groans, remembering the book Viki gave me two days ago. ’Reading about Krakens mating with a human male was—’ Raven interrupts me before I can finish. ‘Traumatic, that’s what it was.’ I snort before going to look inside the closet for a new set of sheets and a blanket. While there, I make a mental note of things Red might need once she can leave the clinic—from clothes to towels and other things females need.

Specifically to the pages sitting next to his keyboard – a cover page visible with what appeared to be a very muscular torso sketched in pencil. “Cole.” He reached for the pages. Too slow. “Was that a romance novel?” He slammed his laptop shut like that would somehow help. “It’s literary fiction with romantic elements.” “There was a shirtless hockey player on the cover page.” “...Research.” Sienna looked at me. I looked at Sienna. For one second – one brief, ridiculous, beautiful second – the weight of everything lifted and we were just two girls in a boy’s apartment discovering that the 6′4" redheaded goalie with the deadpan delivery was secretly writing love stories.

The city beyond the alley was waking: sirens dopplering closer, helicopters thudding overhead, but here, in this crater of our making, time was a held breath, a heartbeat skipped, a promise broken. I reached for the book. The cover bit me. Not metaphor. Teeth: tiny, needle-sharp, made of red thread, sank into my fingertips, drawing blood that the leather drank like a sponge. The title flared, the letters rearranging into a new line: ALEXANDER KANE: THE FIRST BET. Elena’s gasp was a knife to my gut. “Alexander, don’t…”

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.

The muscles in my arms and legs began to spasm involuntarily, trembling beneath my skin until I could no longer tell whether it was fear or cold making me shake. I think I might have a fever. No, it was something else. Maybe it was panic. Hockey wasn't just a sport to me. It was my life, my entire future. The only road I'd spent years carving with my own hands. I couldn't stop. Never. "Relax." Doctor Grant's voice remained steady despite the tension hanging heavily in the room. "It's not permanent damage." His hand rested lightly against my shoulder before pulling away. "The crack is very tiny. Almost the width of a hairline."

It struggled to swat away the flying adversary and keep its balance. Then the brown and blue-striped raptor Kaiju dived at the massive menace. The third Kaiju unleashed an epic flame of silver plasma at the Kraken’s open wounds. The creature ran from the town to the large body of water surrounding it. Taylor propelled himself on the water toward the giant Kraken to strike the creature’s head off. Despite being temporarily thrown off by the various assaults, the Kraken’s wounds quickly healed. Its devastating roar blasted energy out in a mushroom cloud that knocked Taylor and the Kaiju to the ground.

"Get back out there, keep your left elbow locked, and finish this game." ​"On your terms, Sasha," Rhys promised, his fingers squeezing mine with a tight, possessive pressure before he stood up. ​He pulled his helmet down, stepped back over the boards, and skated onto the ice for the final twenty minutes of the game. He was the captain of the Seattle Kraken, and he was ready to claim his victory.

Beyond that, however, I was most fascinated by the records that James had found. He was right; all of the previous people with superhuman abilities were on the hockey team, and there was always one. When one would graduate and leave the team, another would show up almost immediately after. It was strange… Why was hockey so important here that there would always be a Lycan on the team to ensure victory? There had to be something else to it, and now I was determined to find out.

I grabbed Creed’s arm and nudged him to sit back down. “You said you had a book about blessed werewolves?” Drake asked. “Yah, I was looking through it before all of you got here.” I grabbed the book off my stand and handed it to Drake. “I want to see if there’s anything about the prophecy witch in here. Maybe there’s more to the story,” Drake said as he started flipping through the pages. “I didn’t think of looking for it because she was a witch.” Drake nodded as he continued to look.

It’s plain, with no writing, and thin maybe only twenty pages. “That is everything I have on Grimalkins, if there is any other information out there on what you are then I don’t know about it.” He shifts forward in his seat, elbows resting on his knees, “Tell me Crimson, what do you know about yourself? I will try to fill in the gaps as much as I can. And hopefully, that book will help you understand what you are.”