Captain Archibald Novels & Stories

Then they looked in my direction together. The man came up to me through the fighting crowd, and I saw his face more and more clearly. The captain of the patrol was a tall young man who looked very strong. He had a mop of curly brown hair that gave him a large head, but his shoulders were narrow and he walked with a slightly arched back. The closer he got, the more his back arched. As he approached me, he lifted his arms and trotted up to me, bowing deeply. "Alpha, what can I do for you?"

The captain at the front of the formation didn't spare him a single glance. He walked straight past Ralph and stopped in front of Luke and me. In full view of everyone, he dropped heavily to one knee. His voice rang out across Crescent Bay. "Mr. Thorne. Archer Johnson, Captain of Shark Vanguard First Assault Unit, reporting in. We take full responsibility for the breach. Standing by for your orders, sir!" That single kneel left everyone completely stunned.

"Is that all you've got captain? Is this house full of such weak men? I need experts! Bring me experts!" The captain swallows a lump of spittle. For the first time in his life, he is so terrified out of his wits. But once again, he manages to mask his fear and scoffs at Declan. "You only defeated thirty men. I still have more than sixty remaining underlings at my disposal! Don't get so cocky before me!" "Hah, are you a fool? I defeated your thirty men in a matter of seconds! They couldn't even touch a strand of my hair, do you think increasing their numbers means anything?"

The captain said nothing in reply, just nodded and tended the small, superficial scraps Victor had received during the match making sure to put on more bandages than necessary to make it appear that he had been hurt worse than he had. The men talked amongst themselves about how well Victor seemed to do and what the captain’s former apprentices were rumored to be now. The captain had only ever took on two apprentices. The first was before his troops remembered and the other was already in his service when he was assigned to these troops. They were both said to be military leaders equal to the captain. Only Ian among the troops had ever seen the captain’s first match against one of his apprent

Charlie steps around me and Nonna wraps her arms around them both, she sobs in to Abi's hair, "Nonna didn't know, I would have protected you sweet girl." Michael nods at me, "Alpha Braddock, we had no idea he would do something like this, he acted hurt by her disappearance." He turns heading back to the pack house, "I'll call the council myself this time."

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.”

He will surely strike back in a way they least expected. “They did this to them?” He questioned even though the answer was quite clear to him. Ken nodded his head before responding. “We were just four and the Italian's were, probably, a total of thirty men or more. They came fully prepared and well-armed this time. I think they are formally declaring a war.” “Who sent them? Tommaso?” Again, Alexander inquired.

He wanted to believe the Captain was simply exaggerating the importance of some highly skilled, secret military contractor. But the Captain was not a man of poetry or metaphors. He was the executioner of the North. The Captain looked down at the weeping, pathetic Lord. He saw the desperate denial swimming in Vance’s bloodshot eyes. The commander of the Vanguard decided that a mere hint was far too merciful for a family that had threatened the literal ruler of the kingdom. These arrogant, parasitic aristocrats needed to understand the exact, devastating magnitude of their mistake. They needed to know the name of the god they had just tried to spit on.

Minutes later, Archer knocked on the door of his grandfather's house and the man opened us in surprise, especially when he saw me. “What are you doing here at this hour? I thought you were in Veltonne,” Archibald said. “We were attacked at the river,” Archer said earnestly and his grandfather cursed. “Those who seek Ian know how to track so well that they dared to break the boundaries of the reservation. My men have the bodies of the rogues in the morgue for identification.” “That's terrible,” Archibald said. We heard footsteps approaching and Archer frowned after sniffing loudly. Suddenly, an older woman of unusual beauty peeked through the door.

Isabella glares at him a little but can’t hold it for too long because her head hurts when she does face things and the way Druk butts his little head right into Archibald’s outstretched hand is doing soft, gooey things to her guts. “Hello, little prince,” Archibald says, more politely than he’s greeted certain people at parties, “Pleased to make your acquaintance.” He looks over at Isabella and whatever he sees on her face has his own expression going warm and sweet. “Does he like to be picked up?”