Captain Danny Walker Novels & Stories

My eyes locked immediately on the guy front and center. Brad Walker. Captain. Arms crossed, cocky smirk, messy dark hair, and those same piercing eyes that used to make the old me weak. “Anyway,” Kayla continued, oblivious, “we’ve got a game against Westfield tomorrow. You should come. It’s the perfect way to get thrown into the chaos.” “Maybe,” I said noncommittally. She stopped at a junction in the hallway. “My class is this way. Yours is straight down there, end of the hall. Sorry we’re not in the same one.”

Until now. He turned to Steve, who was staring at him intently. “Now that you know who she is, keep your distance. Do we understand each other?” He made a move to leave, but the provocation came before he could take his first step. “John Walker. The feared tycoon. The Iceman,” Steve said, with irony. John turned his face slowly.

As he drew near, the Walkers took a knee and bowed their heads. In the speech of the surface dwellers, the captain addressed them with loud authority. An older Walker near the front rose and stepped toward the captain. He leaned on a wooden stick that could’ve served just as well for jabbing or striking. How Bjorn understood the Walker to be male remained a mystery for another time. Perhaps, it was something familiar in body odors. They exchanged a few words, the captain and the Walker, but the volume of the conversation stayed low. Bjorn couldn’t discern content. Then, without turning, the old surface dweller stepped back and away until he once more joined his people.

Unsurprisingly, despite asking him over and over and over again, he wouldn't tell me what was going on. I know it has something to do with Diego. Why else would he be gone for so damn long? Isn't it my right to know if he's in trouble since he's my captor and I somewhat...care about him. I mean, if he dies, whoever killed him will come after me, ready to unleash all kinds of unspeakable horrors, so I need to make sure he's okay. Interrupted from my thoughts, Danny strides toward the door and casually throws over his shoulder, "I'll meet you downstairs. I suggest you have an appetite today. I don't want to report that you skipped out on breakfast. That won't end well for you."

Here on the ice Ethan looked lighter, responding without calculation to someone who carried none of their history. Gerald glanced over once but said nothing. Jax stayed still, hands flat on his thighs, as the next whistle called them back to the drill. Near the end of the final drill, Eli skated along the boards closest to the stands while the others reset. He glanced up, found Jax watching, and slowed just enough to speak. “You’re Rivera, right? The one who used to wear the C.” Jax met his eyes. “Yeah.” Eli gave a small, assessing smile. “Different view from up there.” It wasn’t loud or openly cutting. Still, the casual observation landed with precision.

I'm not ashamed to admit I'm really proud of what I've accomplished. "Really good so far. Thanks for asking." Daniel has been captain of the Texas Mutiny, the team I now play for, for a few years. Not only is he a kick ass forward, he's really respected in the league for being a stand up guy. Family man. Local legend. All around fantastic leader. I was really excited when I found out I was going to be working with him. The biggest scandal he's been involved in his entire career is that he started dating someone with a kid in the last couple of months.

"Well, well. Look who decided to show up," Derek sneered, leaning back against his locker with his arms crossed over his chest. He was our starting left wing, a guy with more money than sense and a mouth that never knew when to stop, and he was looking at me with a cruel, ugly smirk. "I was starting to think you'd be too sore to walk today, Vane. Tell me, when the captain's bending you over the training table, does he give you extra ice time, or do you just drop to your knees for the thrill of it?"

It was so damn comforting that if he happened to die, so many people will mourn him. “Son, we are glad to see you.” Old Mr. Walker said and old madam Walker smiled. “And I know that feeling that you have right now. I have been there and it is not that easy. I used to be a rebel like you and my first name used to be trouble but now I see life differently. I appreciate those who care about me and I take life’s little things personal. Don’t worry, we have each other and you can count on me” Danna said.

I have never seen him play before~~ ~~I think this is Nico Lancaster's replacement @Nico Lancaster~~ ~~Why was Captain Nico on the floor like a princess waiting for her prince charming to save her @Nico Lancaster~~ ~~This guy is going to be the biggest player on The Viper team, I love him already~~ ~~What's his name and can we get more videos of him? He is way cooler than Nico~~ A bitter laugh escaped my throat, and I dropped the phone onto my thigh. The sheer nerve of these people to tag me directly. They wanted to make absolutely sure I saw them dragging me.

I walk with Enrique to meet them. The front man is short, broad-shouldered, late forties … early fifties. Weathered face. Calm eyes that miss nothing. Wearing a suit as if he doesn’t really want to. He extends his hand. “I’m Captain Maron.” Enrique shakes it. “Enrique Blackburn.” Then he gestures toward me. I clasp the captain’s hand. His grip is firm, deliberate. “Damion Grimm.” His eyes flick over me once. Assessing.