Captain Archibald Novels & Stories

As our argument raged on, tempers flared and tensions escalated, each of us unwilling to back down from our respective positions. In the end, it was clear that we were in an impossible position as we were unable to reconcile our conflicting priorities and differing perspectives. I called Karim and asked him to go to the Hinder lands to get me the true position of things while we made arrangements for the battle. “We have good soldiers that have been trained as spies,” The Captain told me. “Captain Hyde, I know you meant well, but I trust Karim, he hunted the beast with me,” I replied. “But he is not a soldier,” Captain Hyde said.

It is great to see him pleased. After hearing what Bosun had to say about the captain's feelings for her, Annika felt ecstatic inside. Bosun Thomas, the captain's longtime friend, must be extremely familiar with Carl. The captain and other officers finally showed up after some time. When he arrived at the event, his eyes were scanning the area in search of Annika.

The man saluted, as he immediately conveyed the purpose of his arrival. “Captain Allen of Prince Raoul's army greets Knight Chief Alison.” Cale immediately replied to the salute when Captain Allen greeted him. Cale, who grew up in Alison naturally knew Captain Allen, who was renowned for his abilities. Cale knew the man should have been a high-rank Alison's knight, if only he had not chosen the path of an ordinary soldier.

he said, and Rael frowned. “What is it?” “Archibald, Alpha of Riverside Pack, just arrived. But that’s not all…” he paused, steadying his breath. “He’s here with an army.”

I ate it just to spite him. We were sitting on a bench, me trying not to shiver, him scrolling through comments on the post like it was the morning paper. “‘They look so happy’,” he read aloud, smirking. “‘Captain finally bagged a baddie.’ ‘He’s way out of her eague.’ That one actually was not my favorite. I rolled my eyes. “You’re enjoying this too much.” “It’s kinda fun.” He bumps my shoulder. “Admit it. You’re having fun too.”

The words fall from my lips before I have time to consider them, but to my relief the Captain just laughs, pleased. “Not with the other professors,” he says quietly. “With some old friends who have a stake in the Academy itself. Though I do admit,” he says, cocking his head a little, “I was surprised when your Uncle Roger didn’t take the opportunity to bet on his own nephew. Didn’t comment at all when he saw your name on the list of Marksman cadets.” I do my very best to keep all emotion off my face as the Captain studies me, and I wonder again how much he knows.

"Whether I like them or not. Whether they're useful to me or not. When they fail, I fail. That's what a captain is." It was a real answer. Not a deflection, not a power play. A real thing he believed. I didn't know what to do with that. "Go to sleep, Valdez," he said, picking up his marker. "You've got two goals and a bruised shoulder. Both of those things have consequences for tomorrow."

However, she moved on, oblivious to his gaze. Finally, Oddor asked the question that had been on Sethlzaar's mind since he stepped into the room. "I do not see Captain Arloc. Is he still with us?" "No," one of the captains who Sethlzaar identified as Fulrik, a man of Tarc heritage, answered. "We lost him in the ambush. Rest assured, those Merdendi savages will pay for what they have done." We killed theirs and they've killed ours. Sethlzaar sipped his now almost empty cup of wine. There is no payment to be made.

“He says he’s proud of the championship. But I know he still wants me in the company boardroom by fall.” Vivi set her brush down. She walked over and wrapped her arms around him. They stood like that for a long time, his chin resting on her head. The embrace carried everything they couldn’t say—the fear of the future, the strength they found in each other, the quiet promise that they would not let outside forces pull them apart. Marcus sent daily updates. The unknown sender had gone silent, but that silence felt louder than any threat. Professor Lang added extra security volunteers. The rugby boys volunteered to stand near the stage during the ceremony. Everyone was watching, waiting.

“He and his brother helped us take down Cyrius, but Nirvana took all the heavy lifting. Isn’t he in Cumbria?” “Yes, but he may ask for blood to help us.” Someone just picked up his call. “Archibald, do you have Ren?” He put it on speaker. “My my my. I really thought you were dead, mate.” His British accent was so thick, almost sounded like Geordie. “How are you still even alive after the car bomb?” “Archie, you’re on loudspeaker. My friends are listening.” “Right. My bad, but where’s the girl?”