Black Bulls Vice Captain Novels & Stories

Walked to the window and stared out at the city. The boy I left behind was gone. In his place was a billionaire CEO accused of corruption. Ruthless. Cold. Untouchable. Or so the file said. But I knew Daniel Carter. I knew the boy who stood beside me on the school steps while the crowd screamed at us. I knew the boy who held my hand in a dark hallway and told me he believed me when no one else did. I knew the boy who kissed me under the bleachers like I was the only thing in the world worth saving.

“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.”

he finally announced dreadfully. “What?” “She?” “Is this a joke?” “So now we are accepting girls?” The boys complained. “Why? Are you scared I might beat you?” I quirked back. “She’s feisty” one of them remarked. “Emory” Coach Jude called and he stepped forward. “This is Emory, he is the captain of the hockey team” “What’s up princess?” He muttered. Coach turned to look at me, “You wanna join the team, I will give you a chance, if you can score a goal against him, then you are free to join the team”

His hair turned a light pink his eyes following in suit, small fangs poking through as he smiles brightly his eyes crinkling up as he does so. His fingers elongated the color of charcol black working fully through his fingers. Ivan steps forward next a dark suit on him as his eyes turned a light purple but his hair looked black towards his scalp as dark purple locks stand out neat styled on his head, fangs sticking out just like Finn as he steps forward his arms fanned out as dark black veins traveled all the way to his neck. He walked forward confidently almost flauntingly as he smiles at her causing her to laugh a little at his confidence, if anything it only served to boost his ego.

Bozo nodded to the commander, just as his squire handed him his helmet. “A question sir,” Chimba stammered, “I just want to know why? There are still kingdoms out there, waiting to bow down to your sovereignty. Why choose this cursed village? Why walk us into a diseased land? And all for what, for the Hawk? Another one of your subjects?” Bozo smiled and wore the helmet. It was made of silver but had been shaped like the face of a bull. Chimba’s sudden curiosity was beginning to get on his nerves, but he tried to swallow the man’s ignorance. He would reserve Chimba’s punishment for later.

he shouted at the Satans only to receive a round of 'yes sir's'. Pulling up in a black SUV, the said leader stepped out of his truck with surprise etched on his face. The wide array of distorted bodies that lay on the concrete ground smiled up at him as he walked through the sea of blood. The Wolves and Satan's hid in the shadows of the souls of the dead as the bastard checked the pulses of those who still had necks. They waited and watched the man that had stolen thousands from them in infuriation, he was the reason some of both of the clubs' men were dead, and he was going to pay. "Well, well, well... lookie who we have here, Vice!" Jax laughed as he and Vice emerged from the shadows, irki

Captain snapped his fingers out of excitement. Smart nudged the tall man by his ribcage and coughed subtly. “Oh, I mean… nice to meet you, I am the captain of the Mandrill Monkey. You can call me Captain. Nice meeting you, Your Excellency Hisoka.” “Sure, yeah.” He waved it mindlessly. “So, shall we start?” He massaged his hands simultaneously to show them that he wasn’t playing around. “I will draw out every misdeed that the Kings ever did to our Holiness.”

complained the middle-aged man who was none other than Black Turtle. Seeing Black Turtle appear beside Phoenix made the Skull General's gaze even more unusual. He looked at the exhausted Bull General, clearly not a match for Black Turtle. As the Skull General, he already knew Black Turtle would defeat the Bull General. But the Bull General's humiliating defeat made him a bit angry.

Dain brushed the strands of my hair that were slicked to my face out of the way and gained my attention by placing his fingers underneath my chin. “It would be sad, indeed, but the Black Bull is on our side, darling. Even though it cannot break the rules like the White Bull does, it’s support is just as powerful.” “Wait a minute…” I stammered, remembering the encounter between the Black Bull and I, along with its eerie warning. Clumsily, I ran through what happened when I expelled the White Bull, recounting those incredible moments of pure peace I had felt. I explained to Dain what it had said and watched as curiosity and contemplation painted themselves across his face.

"But I’ve been coaching hockey for thirty years, Jules. I’ve seen captains defend their rookies. I’ve seen guys fight for their teammates. But I have never, in my entire life, seen a man look at another man the way Mercer looked at you when Silas hit you. That wasn't just team loyalty." He took a slow step around the desk, his gaze piercing right through me, and my breath completely hitched in my throat. "So I’m going to ask you one time, and you better not lie to me," he whispered, the silence in the room deafening. "What the hell is going on between you and my captain?"