Black Bulls Vice Captain Novels & Stories

The leader of the combatants knelt on one knee at Philip and called out, “Young Master Clarke!” Philip nodded and said, “All of you, get up.” “Yes, Young Master!” The captain replied, swift and direct. Vince, the foreign bodyguard in black, certainly deserved his reputation as someone who lived dangerously. He did not panic at this scene at all but turned around and mocked, “All of you are cowards! You don’t dare to fight one-on-one with me!” The combat captain glanced at Philip, who nodded. The captain smiled slightly and unloaded all his weapons. Then, he pointed at Vince, made a beckoning gesture, and said solemnly, “Come!”

I asked, my gaze fixed upon Richard, eager to unravel the mystery behind these remarkable beasts of burden. Richard's lips curled into a knowing smile, as if he had anticipated my question. "Ah, I see that the Baron's keen eye has not failed to notice the exceptional nature of these bulls," he replied, his voice tinged with a hint of pride. "These are no ordinary creatures, but rather the first of their kind – the Titan bulls, a product of human ingenuity and innovation!"

"What did you say, you little..." "Enough." One word. Low, deep, and commanding. It stopped James in his tracks. The team captain walked in. Alexander Whitman, as the public knew him was a giant. He was six-foot-four of pure muscle, with jet-black hair and grey eyes that looked like storm clouds. He was the "Ice King," the man who never lost. He was also, Oliver noted privately, extremely hot. Alexander didn't look at Oliver. He looked at James. "Coach is waiting. Get your gear."

The young man burst into manic laughter. "I know you're trying to trick me into talking, but what does it matter if I tell you? Our captain used to be a free‑fighting champion. After the apocalypse, his awakened ability enhanced his body even further. When he kills you, you won't sense a thing—your head will already have been blown apart by a single punch! "But for someone like you, our captain won't let you die so easily! "I told you—he'll break your bones one by one, smash them into pieces, and let your marrow spill all over the ground for dogs to eat!

he added, stepping around the bench to block my light. “I don’t scare easy,” I replied, standing up and fixing him with a smile that didn’t reach my eyes. Blaze looked good in the worst way. His hair was still wet from the morning shower, curling slightly at the ends like it had no idea how to behave. His shirt was slung over his shoulder, forgotten, leaving his chest completely bare and unapologetic. And of course, his smug little smirk was already in place. “Didn’t peg you for a repeat offender,” he said. “I figured one run-in with the Captain would send you packing.”

Dominic stepped in front of her. Voss laughed. "Still protecting her." Dominic's eyes flashed silver. "Always." Voss lifted his hand. "Then let's see what happens when the Alpha falls." The soldiers charged. And the battle for Blackthorn began.

Yul asked tentatively from the side. “Yul, you are indeed a very perceptive person. You’re right. These demonic bulls might seem to be putting on a performance on the surface, but in actual fact, they are not so easily tamed. Moreover, at this time, there is no extremely strong or powerful person sitting around and keeping an eye on them. These demonic bulls were previously captured and are now being forcefully tamed by humans. They have already possessed a very powerful hatred deep in their hearts for a long time. So, danger is bound to exist.” Gerald replied with a worried expression in his eyes.

It was the newly appointed Chief Captain Fernando Bington, fresh from Shellek's castle, ready to cause trouble. "No matter where we are, anyone who harasses us will face consequences," stated Alexander, signaling Maxine to stand down. He looked around, noticing Nick's absence, which indicated a shift in power. The new captain before him was in charge, and any agreement he had with Nick was void. Fernando sneered, "Managed to escape last time, did you? Consider yourself lucky." He had conveniently forgotten his humiliating defeat just a few hours earlier and resumed boasting. Alexander’s gaze narrowed. "Do you honestly believe you can handle me?"

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?”

"Um...that, I'm waiting for an invitation. Am I disturbing you?" "Fine, it's up to you!" He said as he stepped towards the dispenser while carrying his cup. This quiet atmosphere feels even more awkward when you're alone with someone like Gavin, who is known to be very difficult to approach. "I heard that the captain has been a thug for years and even became the leader of the thugs on the outskirts of town. Many have claimed to be victims of the robberies that he and his men did, until finally the captain and his group got into trouble with the famous mafia in this city. Captain assaulted that mob boss nearly to death, because of which he was jailed for several years."