Captain Alvida Novels & Stories

Because, in a way… they did. From the shadows, Adrian emerged, stepping through the smoke with Matteo at his side. The two leaders faced each other across the wreckage of war. Their men held back, guns raised, but waiting. “Alvarez.” Adrian’s voice cut through the chaos like steel. “Didn’t think you’d show your face so soon.” Alvarez gave a slow, mocking clap as he walked closer, completely unbothered by the bloodshed around them. “Adrian. The king of silence himself,” he said with a grin. “I was starting to think you’d grown soft. Took you long enough to come out and greet me.”

He was taken aback as he heard a silent scream that seemed to echo in his head. "Do you like what you see?" Jon was startled by a voice coming from his side. He looked at the source of the voice and found Captain Salazar standing beside him. Seeing the captain's profile, Jon noticed the tall nose and lips that ended in an upward curl. The captain's face was dark and the eyes that peered below his prominent brow ridge were intense. The hair around his temples were white and wrinkles had already started to make deeper grooves around his eyes. Despite his straight posture and energetic movements, Jon could tell that the captain was advanced in years. "I have always liked looking at these rocks,

The ship continued on its voyage. "If we make it alive," the captain said, "I'm going to retire." "Why won't we," Albin replied with a smile. "I hope," the captain turned the wheel. A larger ship, with bloody sails, passed them by. The captain was tied to the wheel, with a sword that was stuck in his back. "At them, take the ship! Maybe, they are merchants!" roared a voice. Albin turned. "Deserters!" shouted the captain behind him.

ALVIN I couldn't hold back my anger as I stormed over to where she was, and none of the guys even noticed me coming up to them; it pissed me off to no end. I was their captain and they always noticed my presence when I approached them but all of a sudden, they were so taken with her? Not like I could blame them but… Alvin, focus. I yelled at myself in my head. I pushed past the first guy without saying anything. "Hey—"

Her hand was on the polished wooden fence, the fence was solid and steady supporting her weight when she leaned on it. “Captain.” She called. The captain looked up to where the voice that called him came from. He bowed immediately. Two seconds, he found source of the earlier voice stood in front of him. “Milady.” He bowed again. Since King Armand had captured, leaders that remained agreed to form a temporary administration under their command, so the captains or scholars could report to any of them. “I hope you will deliver a good report.” Said Hilda impatiently. With his stern looking face, Captain H started his report. “The evacuation went as plan. All the living non-witches from Center Is

Franklin’s POV The rival captain was not a small man. He filled the doorway in the practical sense, broad through the shoulders, still in his match kit, and his expression was the particular expression of someone who has seen something they intend to get an explanation for and are not going to be redirected from that intention. Rydan and I both stood. The captain looked between us. Then he said, “Sit down.” It was the kind of voice that expected to be listened to. We sat.

Her eyes searched my face, cold and calculating, like she was weighing whether I was worth the effort it would take to kill me. “You don’t get to swear anything to me,” she said quietly. “If anything happens to either of my brothers—anything at all—I will end you myself. Slowly.” Black spots danced in my vision. Then, suddenly— She released me. I collapsed instantly, sliding down the wall, gasping violently as air flooded back into my lungs. My throat burned. I coughed hard, dragging oxygen into my chest like I’d been underwater too long. Elara stepped back, disgust flickering across her features.

The four commanders sit down across from the Kea females who were first in line, and the announcer clears his voice. "Next up are the Captains. There are quite a few, so ages and achievements will have to be something you find out yourselves, ladies. Let's begin. Capt. Cull- Shikazs, Capt. Moor- Gaimo, Capt. Tilk- Bronkark, Capt. Bolis- Vaal, Capt. Nole- Bronkark, Capt. Terrax- Glortinon, Capt. Het- Makskin... With each name, my fear grows. These aliens are twice the size of their female counterparts, and they don't look friendly. They don't necessarily look mean either, but I can tell they have killed. Their bodies and demeanor say power. A power that I could never dream of matching.

The adrenaline from the game finally fading and my muscles began to throb. “Hi,” her fingers pushed back my damp hair. “How are you feeling?” I chuckled. “Really sore…” Someone touched my ankle and my eyes clamped shut from the pain. “Oh fuck!!” “I wonder how such a baby became the Captain of the Black Hawks,” I heard Marcus snare and I looked at him. I glanced back at Olive without any reply to his childish effort at rilling me up. He growled. “I'm guessing this plump bitch is your caretaker. Explains a lot really.”