Puck Novels & Stories

I kept saying kid this, kid that, we literally are inside their house, why not ask for their names right? "I'm Kareela, a friend of theirs." Said the girl, "I'm Boreas, the oldest." said the one who offered us a place to stay. "I'm Notus, and I work in the count’s mansion as a servant." Great! Now I can call them by name. "So Notus, I know this will be like treason, but we all need your cooperation as you know the princess is more important," I said and he nodded. We were alarmed when we all heard a knock on the door.

"Nope, I'm actually a 9. I got big feet." I stuck my foot up dramatically. "They don't look that big. If it makes you feel any better, I wear a size 13." I grabbed my shoes, "Well damn kid, you have me beat." We all went over to our lane, typing in our stupid, inappropriate nicknames. I picked out a cool orange and black bowling ball, and yes, it was a lighter ball. The first game went by quickly, and Derek ended up winning. I'm learning that he's more of the competitive type out of the group. I was sitting at one of the bar stools at the snack bar, getting myself a milkshake when Connor sat next to me.

"Are you sure you won't get hurt because of me?" I shook my head. "Trust me." She smiled, and we both positioned ourselves after the instructions were given. It would be a ball race, where I would hold Ella’s hand and we would both run to one end of the lane were there was a basket filled with balls, we would run to the other end and drop the ball. The one with the highest ball after the time elapse would be the winner. We were waiting for the whistle when a loud voice cut through the air.

transformed. He smiled, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead. "Good," he murmured. As we dressed, his fingers lingered on my skin, leaving trails of fire in their wake. I caught sight of myself in the cracked mirror and barely recognized the woman staring back. My lips were swollen, my eyes bright with a wild sort of joy. Suddenly, a voice crackled through what I now realized was an earpiece in the stranger's ear. "Boss, the coast is clear. But we need to move. Now."

he asked with a mocking tone, as if proud of his cruelty. Hound's silence continued, his gaze fixed, the weight of the moment still lingering in the darkened alley. The alley seemed to grow quieter with every second, the tension thick and suffocating. Suddenly, Puck froze mid-sentence, a strangled noise escaping his throat. Blood began to trail from his neck, dripping onto the ground below. His eyes widened in disbelief as he turned toward Hound, who stood holding a dagger. Its blade hovered over a small doll inscribed with intricate runes—the same symbols etched into Puck’s skin.

Fuck. As soon as I see an opening, I stole the puck at the blue line, weaving through their defense unit like a man possessed. For a second, I think I’ve got it. The net is wide open but my eyes caught Carter standing by the side, an imploring gaze in his eyes. Biting my tongue, I switched the hand of my stick and tapped the puck towards him. His eyes widened in confusion and he began skating forward, hustling for the puck. As I watched him in that millisecond, I tried to rationalize my action.

Glass grinds into my knees as I am tugged against the windowsill. Jeff is doing his best to pull himself back up into the apartment, but my grip on him is slipping. My knees are on fire as the glass slices deeper and deeper. I grab the windowsill with my free hand in an attempt to keep myself from flying out into the night air, but the broken glass cuts deep into my palm. Blood coats the window ledge and begins to drip down, red raindrops flying toward Jeff’s face.

I take a deep breath as I eye my target. Everything is resting on what happens next. One wrong move and it’s all over for me but I’m not about to let that happen. I’ve come too far to lose now. I watch as the puck glides quickly in my direction and with a quick flick of my wrist, I hit the mallet at the puck sending it across the table where it shoots right into the gap at the end of the table. I throw my arms up in victory and dance around.

"Man, you rogues are dumb as shit. Jaxon, get the girl while I teach these dicks a lesson in how to treat a lady." From behind Parker, Jaxon sprinted forward while Gavin raced to meet them from the back. Their pack giant, Parker, lashed out at the thug wielding the needle, but instead of moving away from the swing, the rogue stood there and took it, the force of it propelling him into a heap on the ground at Bailey's feet.

The bright lights reflected off the ice as players glided back and forth in a blur of speed and aggression. I stood near the bleachers, trying to stay invisible, my eyes locked on number seventeen—Zane Parker. He moved with such confidence, such raw athleticism that my stupid heart still fluttered watching him. "Well, well. Look who crawled out of her hole." I tensed as Bianca appeared beside me, her perfect blonde hair cascading over her shoulders. Two of her friends flanked her like bodyguards. "I'm just watching the game," I said quietly, refusing to look at her.