Black Bulls Vice Captain Novels & Stories

He immediately tried to flee. "You–When was the last time you even showered, you blockhead?" The shirtless guy ignored the other's last remark and responded, "I honestly can’t remember." He grinned and playfully wiggled his eyebrows up and down. It was the truth. Reese tried to break free from his grasp, but the former was far too powerful for him. "I'm the vice-captain of this team, Velasquez, and you know that I–" "Yeah yeah whatever.”

Silas Marwood, the vile loan shark, was planning something unspeakable. Victor, the captain of the Supreme Vikings Confraternity, stood defiant despite the blood pooling around his fallen men. His red beret, adorned with the gold-plated “Eight Legs of Odin,” tilted slightly as he barked, “I’m the seventh captain of the Supreme Vikings, co-founded by Baron Cassian! Lay a hand on me, and your entire family, your generation, everything you hold dear will be obliterated!” His voice quivered, betraying his fear, though he masked it with indignation. The name Baron Cassian, a titan whose mere mention made men kneel, had always been his shield. It worked every time—until now.

Not that I am certain they were indeed telling the truth. Sinasaway na ako ni Athelia sa pagtawa, mukha namang natutuwa si Kian sa asar kong tawa. I stared at Athelia to confirm answers. Walang bahid na pagbibiro sa mukha nito. Ena was even grinning amusingly, nakatingin na sa akin. Kian heaved his arms widely like he was showing me surprise. "Did it shocked you? He really is the Vice-Captain of Ursus Hoops. Ivan is the Captain."

a reporter called, I felt a hand on my shoulder. “You have got this captain” Martin said, I glanced up at the tall alpha. “Thanks” I said and went up to the reporters, “hello” “Hello,” some answered. “How do you feel about playing against Crimson icehawks? Especially after their captain knocked you out on your last game together?” A female reporter who I perceived is a beta asked, reminding of the last season, several months ago. Crimson icehawks and their damn Captain, Orson Vexley. Orson Vexley is a pompous, arrogant, full of himself bastard.

"Let him wait." A waiter walked past us, carrying a tray of raw silver-rimmed glasses filled with burning mountain whiskey. Kaelen reached out, his massive, scarred hand grabbing a glass and draining it in one hard swallow before I could even blink. "I heard the rumors about your legs, Blackthorne," the league commissioner said, stepping into our path with a dry, calculating look. "But seeing the great captain of the Ironvale Claws in a chair still feels like a bad joke."

Kayson walked into the room and took a glance at Tyler while he said casually, “Did you send Connor to my company?” Tyler’s expression was unpleasant. “S-So you’re Kayson?” He was immensely shocked in his heart to find Kayson here. Could it be that Connor had failed? Kayson asked calmly, “Are you interested in joining Connor to be cripples?” Tyler’s pupils constricted violently. “Did you hurt Connor? Connor is a level-1 member. The vice-captain will come for you if you hurt him!” Kayson said nonchalantly, “Vice-captain, that’s all? That’s disappointing. Can you please tell me what will bring the captain to me?”

The Bulls knew since Nina had not legally reported any claims against Charles, they couldn't do anything tonight, so General Bull looked at Ethan and said, "Are you hitching a ride with us?" Just then Chief Rasch approached the group with handcuffs and uttered, "I am sorry General, but he is still a criminal with serious charges against him, and he belongs in our holding cells." Then he approached Ethan with the cuff, and Nina could feel her spirit leave her as she uttered in a barely audible whisper, "Please no... not again..." "Take a step back now! That's a command." Mr. Bulls said, shocking Ethan, Avan, and even his father, to see the Lieutenant General standing behind Ethan. "We have ac

Chloe cried, pulling out a tissue and dabbing at her dry eyes while the students behind her started cheering for her honesty. "Thank you, Miss Thompson, you may be seated," Mr. Harrington said, turning his attention back to the panel before looking over at the student representative seat where Noah sat. "As the captain of the hockey team and the student body president, Noah Kingsley, the board values your input on this matter, so what is the athletic department's stance on the punishment?" Noah stood up from his chair, his tall frame drawing the attention of every person in the room, and he didn't look at me once as he adjusted his microphone and stared straight ahead at the board members.

The Captain took one slow, deliberate step forward, his iron boot crunching loudly against the glass, forcing Vance to cower even closer to the floor. "But you are nothing more than a blind, arrogant rat," the Captain continued, his voice dripping with lethal disdain. "And today, your idiot son decided to spit directly into the eyes of a true monster." Vance’s breath completely stopped. The blood froze in his veins. "You ask who that blacksmith is?" the Captain asked, a dark, terrifying smirk finally touching the corners of his scarred mouth. He leaned down, dropping his voice to a chilling, bone-deep whisper that was meant only for the ruined Lord to hear.

My eyes watched out for him, his face covered with the helmet but his name sticking out on the jersey but that was the problem, Easton wore the same name as well and it dawned on me that I should’ve asked what number he was. Luckily, I noticed him take off his helmet once and the number seven registered in my brain as he moved. But soon after I could understand why he was always with bruises. He took more hits and still moved through it like the champion he was. “Thankfully her bad luck isn’t destroying our score..” someone mumbled behind me and that was when I had enough and I turned towards them. “Would it kill you to shut up? Oh wait, actually it would be better if you died because I’m ti