Captain Archibald Novels & Stories

“What makes you think that, newbie?” Wilt turned his glare toward Del Rio. “We’ve already acquainted with the lieutenant during their last caravan run. And this guy —” He then turned to the biggest person in their group, a towering Indian, about a head taller than Li, wearing formal clothes from his homeland. “I’ve heard some gossip here that you’re famous. Captain Madhur, I presumed?” The towering captain bowed to greet our leader out of courtesy. “So seeing you leading this group with a ranked captain like him,” Wilt continued explaining. “I’d say that makes you their superior officer. And the way you stand there like a posh with an English accent and fancy vintage tux. Are you perhaps fro

"Miss Emma was drugged. Does this count as not suffering any harm?" The police captain's entire body froze into a statue. Then he said with a troubled expression, "Young Master Archie, I know you are furious that your friend was kidnapped, but this is L City. . . Forgive me, I am really afraid. If I offend the officer here, I am afraid. . . I will be old and young!" Archie looked at him with disdain. "I will not make things difficult for you. Your mission today is to cooperate with me to save my woman. Now that she has been saved and your mission has been completed, you can leave."

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

(Captain Arwyl Maedrym) It was a stunning moment, to see captains in their proud and striking uniforms, in the middle of the Refugee Camp. Extending their hands with a proud and respected looks on their face, and on the one that excepting that respect is the family of 3, that is clearly crippled. People did not know of it yet, but at these moment, these is probably, the humble beginning of what would be a meteoric rise of once a fallen family.

I’m the football captain but The dean rarely calls except it’s important. After dressing up in my jersey, I honored the dean call and the reason why he called was to inform me that the coach wouldn’t be coming so I have to take the team for the training section. “Why can’t she come. Is she okay?” Curiosity got the best of me and I asked without thinking. Shit! I mentally shot myself. “Hmmm...” the dean folded his arm giving me an amusing look. “Since when did captain Sabastian begin to care about people huh?”

“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.”

- "Nah. I 'd gone by then. Borszok was diddlin' me out o' my fair share." - "You didn't go to Jerian with your concern?" Abodo shook his head and jowls. "Nah. The big man didn't like that. And at the time, Borszok was still in good with 'im." - "What about after Borszok was killed?" - "Too late by half." said Abodo. "New captain, and the Arrow was off." - "Where did they go? How long before they return?" I would dearly have liked to speak with members of her crew.

And soon it was evening and everyone came with their reports to the captain. The first warrior whose name was Abel( a very good friend of alpha Kyrian who is now like a brother to him but refused to take the captain role on himself as he always tells himself he’s not good at it), was known for his ability to sniff from afar any neighboring werewolf or ones at a far distance, came and shook his head affirming that he could not find her despite his trials. “I’m afraid I could not find her sir, I guess she has gone too far beyond.” The captain seemed troubled.” And with fear, he said unto his warriors.

I said. “Is that your son riding a wolf?” Archibald asked me. “What’s your point?” I asked him as I turned to watch Wynter riding Max’s wolf, Lexus. “I’m just surprised that you can get along with wolves and vampires living in your territory,” he said. “Yeah I’m a surprising person,” I said. “Right, I was sent by King Rex de Haviland. He is requesting your presence at the summer castle in France,” he said and produced an envelope from his jacket pocket.

Eyes bore holes into me from every corner of the room, and I rolled my head on my shoulders slightly, before running my tongue across my teeth, then turned to face James where he stood looking like he was staring at a bloody ghost. If only he knew I was worse than ghosts! Worse than any kind of nightmare he could possibly think of. I was the ruination! And today was the literal end of his crazy! “I am Alejandro Rodriguez, the executor of the late Archduke’s will.” I introduced myself briefly, then turned to look at the widow who was canoodled in a chair with another lady’s arms wrapped around her. “My deepest condolences, Agatha. Charles was an honorable man.” I drawled out, then turned to D