Captain Nathaniel Flint Novels & Stories

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.”

Nathaniel walked into the office and saw James sitting on a chair with his leg crossed, deep in thought while smoking. He walked over with a smile and said, “Emperor, the list you requested.” James pointed at the table and said, “Leave it there.” “Alright.” Nathaniel walked over and placed the documents on the table. James waved his hand slightly. “You can go.” “Understood.” Nathaniel turned and left. James picked up the prepared list on the table and began to look through the information about the personnel above the rank of deputy commander in the Red Flame Army. After reading through it, he fell into thought.

Nathan looked past the captain, at the walls, at the towers, at the estate that had survived fire and destruction and the fall of empires. "I will wait," Nathan said. "Send word to Lord Marius. Tell him I am here. Tell him I wish to speak with him. Tell him—" He paused. "Tell him I am not his enemy." The captain studied him for a long moment. Then he nodded. "I will send word," he said. He turned and walked back through the barricade. The guards parted to let him pass. Nathan returned to his horse. He did not mount. He stood beside it, his hand resting on the saddle, his eyes fixed on the walls.

No, he chose Nathaniel. Nathaniel was already broken and bruised. He learned to handle pain very well. He only needed to be trained and Edgar trained him by himself! When Nathaniel was eighteen, Edgar gave him a vision that he was going to handle the business of his father. Nathan was counted as a weakling by Edgar and surely he was jealous of Nathaniel. Once again, this time, Nathan sought to kill Nathaniel but as Nathaniel found it, he killed him with his bare hands.

Nathaniel’s grip was warm, strong, and incredibly gentle as he lifted her to her feet, his eyes holding hers for a lingering, intense second before she quickly pulled her hand back. They ran down to the damp sand where the twins were desperately trying to build a barrier against the tide coming there. "Don't worry, Captain Emma," Nathaniel commanded with a wide, handsome grin, dropping to his knees right in the wet sand, completely unbothered by his expensive clothes getting ruined as he looked at the children with utmost affection. "Noah, my prince, please dig a trench on the left side to redirect the water. Elara, please help me pile the wet sand here! Hmmm"

Frowning, I slowly glanced over my shoulder and the world stopped as familiar bright blue eyes met mine. Hunter Fucking Beaumont? He stretched a hand towards me, lips pressed into a thin line. “Hello, Captain.”

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.

Luckily, the captain turned his horse after speaking, or he would have seen the shock and nausea clearly showing on Katherine's face. "Did you know it?", she rashly whispered to Nathaniel. "Did you know that this bastard wanted to get me?" The guilt again showed in his red iris as he weighed his head. "I suspected it." "Then why did you bring us..." Suddenly, Katherine's eyes went wide. "Did you maybe hope he would catch us? Why?!" With a shake of his head, Nathaniel denied it. "It was just a fleeting thought. I would have talked with you before deciding. It was just bad luck that the soldiers made their move too soon. Though returning to the Icelands... would have been difficult as well."

Hector, Abel's younger brother, added, "So did you work them out good, Noah?" Noah ignored the suggestiveness of Hector's tone, putting his foot on the ground as he came to a stop and pulled off his helmet. "I took care of business, since none of you wusses stepped up," he said this as if that annoyed him. But the more he thought about it, the more he was glad none of them had. The funds from the joke of a check the state provided him with were running very low. This couldn't have happened at a better time.