Captain Archibald Novels & Stories

How was Richard supposed to believe this? The mercenary chief had successfully guarded the First Fort, and according to recent reports and his intelligence network, he had even murdered a commander of the tribe that was attacking. The beast race had no chance of invading the northern border as long as mercenary Captain Martin remained alive. Richard didn't like that man, but he was aware that there weren't many individuals his age who were on the same level as him. Less than five, to be exact. Captain Martin, the mercenary, was a monster of a genius.

"You're so small, he probably didn't even notice you were there." A wave of low laughter rippled through the surrounding players. The humiliation tasted worse than the dirt in my mouth. "He tripped me on purpose, Vale," I said, my voice tight, refusing to lower my eyes even though every instinct told me to look away from his suffocating gaze. "You saw it. Or does the great captain only see what suits him?" Cassian raised an eyebrow, a cruel, amused tilt forming at the corner of his lips. "What I see is a boy who throws a tantrum every time he gets tackled. If you can't handle the physicality, go play chess."

Bald head And a visible scar ran under his right eye. He smiled. "I was beginning to think you'd never find me." "Who are you?" I snapped. His grin widened. "Just a messenger." He took another step forward. " I bring greetings..." His eyes darkened. "...from our Alpha.”

On the other hand, in the bustling training room, Prince Addison turned the heads of the other imperial knights as he clamored to challenge the departing Adelstein knight to a friendly duel. "Your highness, we've finished our duty of delivering the documents to his majesty. We're not here for sparring," Captain Alaric said, the left hand of the duke and leader of the Black Sword, explained courteously. "Captain Alaric, I'll take the responsibility. Spar with me," Addison persisted, eager to gauge the Adelstein knights' prowess and confident in his own skills. "But, your highness," Alaric objected, before being abruptly interrupted by Addison.

replied Captain Arnold. "Ready Captain!" said his men. The men shouted for his men to immediately withdraw from the battle. “I have to see Professor Alex!” mumbled Captain Arnold. Captain Arnold immediately ran towards Professor Alex's laboratory. While on his way to the laboratory room, Captain Arnold shot dead several monsters in front of him. “Professor Alex, how is it going?” asked Captain Arnold breathlessly. “They made it Capt. They managed to find the cure!” said Professor Alex while hugging Captain Arnold. Captain Arnold was surprised when Professor Alex hugged him.

I couldn't get the image of me screaming under him, cumming like an idiot and even begging him to fuck me harder out of my mind. I scrubbed my neck until the skin was raw, desperate to wash away the scent of him, that mix of expensive cologne and the lust in his eyes. I leaned my forehead against the tile, letting the water pelt my back. I was Elias Carter, the captain of the Northwood Titans. My life was built on discipline, morning drills, and a reputation for being untouchable. Yesterday, I was all those things before I lost to Ryder. "Get it together," I hissed at my reflection in the fogged-up mirror. My lower lip was slightly swollen, a visible mark of my shame. I looked at the "C" on

he replied. "So, we'll be taking my private plane and will be at our destination at exactly 1600 hours. Hop on!" he told Isabella. She was shocked to see the superior side of the Captain. He was like giving commands to his troops. "That's what you say to your co-soldiers?" she asked while giggling. "What co-soldiers? There is no such thing." he laughed at her chosen words. "Well basically yes, but I'm more stiffed and I shout most of the time when talking to them. They can't see this soft side of me. It's only for you!" Carter was very naughty. He loves teasing Isabella.

Evan was beside Rogue, winking at the screen. "What are you doing there, Evan? What about your mistress' birthday celebration?" Conor asked. "Oh well," Scratching his head, Evan sighed. "Let's not get there." After joking with him, we finally got to business. Conor shared about a team of his men already stationed to follow Archibald. The old man is very alert while traveling. He's got a special team of bodyguards armed with advanced weapons. And he's always surrounded by the paps. So it'll be hard to execute his kidnapping.

“What does a vampire look like? Do they look like—” “Don’t,” Kailin warned with a finger pointed at her. “Please don’t say, Stephan or Damon?” “I was about to say, Edward.” Nirvana made a dreamy-look face before they both giggled like high school girls. “You, two, we have guests.” After they apologized and behaved properly, I turned to Zarah. “Where is this Archibald, the vampire?” “He’s in Cumbria, England.” “So he had the dagger?” “No. The dagger is probably buried in his property. In his Castle.”

Nathan happened to walk by, stick in hand. I figured that as captain he'd at least do something about the toxic bullying. Instead he was frowning, still griping to the vice-captain. "Our blue-line defense was like wet paper today. Bunch of useless idiots." He didn't even glance at the jerseys strewn across the floor, just took one long stride over them and strode off. Watching his arrogant back, I let out a bitter laugh. Back in my dorm that night, with nowhere to vent, I logged straight into my hockey-forum alt account: IceTyrant.