Captain Blood: His Odyssey Novels & Stories

"And if you are going to surrender your sweetness in this penthouse... if you are going to let us touch you, kiss you, and ruin you for any other man... you need to learn the rules." "What rules?" I whispered, completely hypnotized by the sheer intensity of his icy blue eyes. "Hierarchy," Elijah commanded softly. He raised his right hand, his long, strong fingers gently grasping my chin. His touch was firm, possessive, and warm against my cool skin. "I am the captain of the Golden Trio. I lead Chase and Karius on the ice, and I lead them in this house. If you are going to share your affection with us, Cassy, I claim first priority. Always."

The heavy bronze accessory a ward to nullify magic, the Captain had obviously been prepared to confront her since they had boarded what remained in her eyes a sorry excuse of wood and nails. Unaffected by the appearance of the trinket Chiri regarded both it and the man who wielded it dispassionately. Still holding the blade pulled from the boards, Chiri flung it towards him decisively. Striking the man’s shoulder without a moment’s hesitation, he let out an agonized cry before dropping the medallion onto the deck. A plume of blood beginning to dye his shirt, the Captain grimaced as he grasped at the place where the weapon had pierced.

"Very well, Captain. Looking forward to talk to you later. Now I shall go and call the doctor." Meanwhile, Ava had a little talk with the captain. Although he was a stern guy by nature, he was friendly with her. The captain lived alone in this country after retiring from the army. He had no family left, he had never got married. He simply lived all by himself. Ava promised to visit him tomorrow and brought him a cup of broth and some food.

He thrashed, but the rogues were far too much for him. "You really thought you could sneak through our territory without notice?" one scoffed, rich with humour. "Odessa will love this." Breathing hard and wheezing, his body still screaming in agony, he strained to get up after the attack-but a boot pushed against his back, forcing him down into submission. "Should we kill him now?" asked one of the rogues acting carelessly. "No, not yet. Odessa will want to see this one herself," was the captain's reply.

"Captain!! Captain Edward!!" Blida screamed as she rushed towards him. Edward was unconscious laying down on the ground like a corpse, despite that they could see his stomach moving indicating that he was still breathing. Blood continued to gush out of his wounds. The others used magic to try and heal the wounds but it was to no use. The slashes that he received would reopen even though they already poured out large amounts of mana just to seal it. Everyone had something to do, from tending the bleeding captain or helping out those who were regaining their consciousness.

one voice grew clearer and louder. “You ain’t telling anybody! I was damn sure I had it in my pocket a few minutes ago.” “Of course you are. Cap’s gonna shred you into pieces with his piranhas if you ain’t gonna find it. And I’m bound to keep your hella’ bones in a sack and hand it to whoever family knows your existence.” Tristan breathed out slowly through his nose. So the captain’s not coming yet indeed. “Corsari mesti!” one voice snapped, cursing. Then the loud creaking sound of running on the wooden stairs followed. “Fingers off, you filthy scallydogs!”

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.

I pulled myself up and figured out that my dress is drenched with blood. "You just lost your head a while ago, lady," that whisper to my ear creeps me and I move from him, the captain. He's leaning his elbows on the recliner, smirking at me. The second I attempted to look behind, he hampered my jaw to keep me facing ahead. "Don't look back if you don't want to see the corpses of your friends," he forewarns. I speak in solemn grudge, "What have you done?"

My vision blurred as I tried to stay conscious. Blood trickled down my face, warm and sticky. Damn, they got me. I struggled to move, but my body wouldn’t respond. Where is that fucking pysco adrenaline when you need it? “Shit, she's bleeding,” one of them muttered, panic in his voice. The captain turned, eyes narrowing as he saw me on the ground. “I told you to take her, not kill her,” he spat out, clearly pissed. “But sir, if she is on MANA, taking her would have been impossible,” one of them said, trying to defend his acti

was deadly, because of this unknown diseased my infected crew member started shading their skin like snakes… their bodies stared getting covered with some kind of boil, which used to turn in to a disgusting wounds once they used to burst out in worsen situation…. this wounds of them were filled with pus and tiny white flesh eating worms… neither me nor any of my crew member was able to understand what it was, to prevent ourselves from getting infected by this mysterious disease, I used to slaughtered every infected person on my ship… this act of mine soon lead to chaotic situation in Malvonto ship, our crew number decreased drastically…. at that time one of my crew member commonly mentione