Black Bulls Vice Captain Novels & Stories

Instinctively, I surged forward to block her arm, ready to throw my weight into her and end this once and for all. “That is enough! Both of you!” A booming command echoed across the courtyard, shattering the confrontation instantly. Before either of us could react, a tall, authoritative figure stepped directly between us, using a firm arm to push Mirabelle back while putting a hand out to stop my advance. It was one of the senior panelists on the board. His face was stern, his eyes flashing with deep disappointment as he looked back and forth between the two of us. “Have you both completely lost your minds?” He demanded, his strict voice cutting cleanly through the morning quiet. “You are on

Not to mention Vice Captain and the knight troupes, whose shirt was soaked inside the 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. This is clearly his responsibility as a guard, but the fact that he beat off the vicious beasts without startling the horses definitely impressed me.

Bianca said and everyone moved their head’s around to see where she was speaking from. “Thank you, Bianca.” Alex said and sat down. “From everyone’s observation of Alex, do you agree with his opinion?” Master Carlos asked the audience. “I have to agree with Alex too because we all saw that he was the best candidate for vice-captain but unfortunately Alexis stole that position.” Max the captain from the War Squad said confidently. “Why does it seem like you are all against her?” Madam Lee said angrily. “Why are you getting emotional?” Wyatt’s voice rang through the room.

"Call out the captains. We claim the docks tonight. And anyone who stands in our way…" His eyes drifted off to nowhere, "We stain the waters red." The men rose, a dark tide unspooling at his words. Harrison Blackwood was a billionaire. He was a king of the underground, tempered in blood and bound in fear. And in that moment, it was sure—he'd burn the world to ashes and dust first before he'd allow it to die.

Then, a fresh G****e Alert popped up at the top of her screen, completely tanking the trajectory. It was a video clip from a sports morning show. The guest speaker was Hunter Vance—no relation to Eve's family, but a man who carried a different kind of pedigree. Hunter was the notorious captain of the New York Vipers, Terry’s fiercest division rival, and a player known for a dirty, psychological style of hockey both on and off the ice. Eve clicked play.

I couldn't get the image of me screaming under him, cumming like an idiot and even begging him to fuck me harder out of my mind. I scrubbed my neck until the skin was raw, desperate to wash away the scent of him, that mix of expensive cologne and the lust in his eyes. I leaned my forehead against the tile, letting the water pelt my back. I was Elias Carter, the captain of the Northwood Titans. My life was built on discipline, morning drills, and a reputation for being untouchable. Yesterday, I was all those things before I lost to Ryder. "Get it together," I hissed at my reflection in the fogged-up mirror. My lower lip was slightly swollen, a visible mark of my shame. I looked at the "C" on

I didn’t get five seconds. Three girls were already waiting by the sinks, all fake tans and fake laughs and real venom. I recognized them instantly regulars on Rowan’s I*******m comments, the ones who called him “daddy” unironically. And no I'm not some stalker, I just happened to notice one night, you know while digging up about him. “Wow, look who it is,” the blonde in the middle said, tilting her head like she was talking to a lost puppy. “Captain’s little charity case.”

My blood turned cold. Xareth strode back to the captives, his expression as casual as if he were delivering fruit. “I told you not to try anything funny, didn’t I?” he said cheerfully. “Maybe I won’t decorate my carriage with their skulls after all. No,” he said, tilting his head mockingly. “I’m feeling generous today. Instead… I’ll let you eat them.” A collective gasp tore through the captives. I covered my mouth, stunned, stomach lurching violently. The soldiers tossed a head into the center of the men’s group, and hurled the second toward the women.

his voice a low drawl, powerful enough to falter a soul. My lips felt dry, and I could feel trickles of sweat rolling down my spine. I didn’t feel brave anymore, not when I could feel the heated gaze at the back of my head. My eyes found Zale, his lips slowly turning pale, I could tell Knox was squeezing too hard. “Let him go,” I said, my voice softer. Stupider. He didn’t move, “and if I don’t?” he was taunting. I mean he should, what was I going to do against him? He was the captain of the hockey team, his name a legacy in these walls.

“A promise is a promise. Bull, get over here.” Bull’s hands fell away from Lena’s legs as if they were burned. He shuffled over on his knees, his head bowed, his massive frame looking shrunken and defeated. “Doc, you’re a man who appreciates a good tool,” V said, a cruel smirk twisting his lips. “And Bull here is nothing if not a tool. He failed to please the Queen. So now, he will please you. Bull, you’re going to suck Doc’s cock. You’re going to get him hard and ready. And you’re going to swallow every drop he gives you. Do you understand?”