Black Bulls Vice Captain Mga Nobela at Kwento

The Capo dei Capi was still lounging in his seat like a king surveying his court as he had introduced them with a lazy flick of his fingers as if they were nothing more than pieces on a chessboard. First, there was Vincent Bianchi an older man with silver hair and sharp and fox like eyes that never seemed to miss ant thing. His suit was crisp and his posture relaxed but there was something in the way he held his glass all firm hat told me he wasn’t a man to be underestimated. I had seen his type before, the ones who spoke softly but carried the kind of influence that could make or break a man with a single word.

Not to mention Vice Captain and the knight troupes, na basang-basa ang shirt sa loob ng armor. Vice Captain Illiad, walking ahead of the coach, had already driven away several beasts rushing down from the mountains. We didn’t encounter any bandits on the way, only some creatures. Ito ay malinaw na responsibilidad niya bilang isang bantay, but the fact that he beat off the vicious beasts without startling the horses definitely impressed me

he yells. I shake my head. "Like you'd leave without me!" I see him smile his goofy smile. He's missing four teeth in the front and has two silver teeth in the back. His greying hair is tied clumsily behind a dirty and worn down green bandana, making him look like a crazy old man. He may look crazy, and is crazy, but he has the biggest heart out of anyone. He's treated Nate and I like his very own children for years now. Ever since our first captain, Black Blood, was fatally injured during an on-going war and in his last dying breath named Nate the new captain. Black Blood took us to be his very own children since he never had any of his own. The memory of him brought tears in my eyes but I

“I’m not exactly a sports person.” “You will be after tonight. The energy is addictive. Hawthorne versus Westfield is always brutal—especially because of the captains. Brad Walker versus Sebastian Hale. Pure rivalry.” I raised an eyebrow. “Sebastian Hale?” “Captain of Westfield. Tall, insanely talented, and actually a decent guy from what I’ve heard not the cocky asshole type like Brad and his crew. The stands go wild whenever he’s on the ice. Total heartthrob material.” She winked. “You’ll see why.”

Nathan happened to walk by, stick in hand. I figured that as captain he'd at least do something about the toxic bullying. Instead he was frowning, still griping to the vice-captain. "Our blue-line defense was like wet paper today. Bunch of useless idiots." He didn't even glance at the jerseys strewn across the floor, just took one long stride over them and strode off. Watching his arrogant back, I let out a bitter laugh. Back in my dorm that night, with nowhere to vent, I logged straight into my hockey-forum alt account: IceTyrant.

One by one, the iron gates of the opposing preparation bays ground open. First came the **Iron-Scale Pitbull**—a massive, seven-foot beast of a shifter whose skin was covered in dark, metallic reptilian scales, his jaw dripping with acidic foam. Next entered the **Void-Blade Brothers**—twin syndicate assassins from the North, their bodies woven with shadow-relics that allowed their arms to blur into razor-sharp spectral edges. And finally, from the central gate, stepped **Victor Vance**. Agnes’s breath caught in her throat.

I kept my head down with my shoulders hunched, trying to blend in “Eli, you worthless whelp! Get yer scrawny arse up the mast!” Captain Black’s drunk voice boomed across the ship. Before I could even turn, I caught sight of him. Captain Black was a mountain of a man scarred and bearded, with a cock that he liked to wave around when he was deep in his cups. I’d seen it too many times..usually while he was rutting some poor captured wench against the rail before tossing her overboard.

I said and closed the door before she could reply. My name is Nathan Black, and my twin brother Ethan and I are the Alphas of the Red Moon Pack. Most think we are ruthless and cruel, but everyone that knows us know we are not. Yes, we will put someone in their place when we need to, but we don't like having issues with anyone.