Captain Nathaniel Flint Novels & Stories

"Not yet. But he was spotted leaving the enemy camp last night." Adrian's jaw clenched, his fists tightening at his sides. "Who is it?" The soldier shifted uneasily. "It's Nathaniel. Your second-in-command." It was a name that caught Flora beneath the ribs and winded her. Nathaniel had been there from the very start with him; they'd trusted him, fought alongside him. To think he could be working for the enemy now-the very idea cut too deep and was impossible to understand. Flora threw a glance Adrian's way. "You have to sort this out. Now."

He snapped a wrist shot into the top corner of the net so hard the black puck rattled violently inside the twine. Ethan slammed his stick against the plexiglass in celebration, cheering. Damon coasted backward, turning toward the stands to wipe sweat from his brow with his glove. His dark eyes scanned the perimeter until they locked onto me standing by the tunnel. Even from fifty feet away across a crowded ice rink, I saw his entire demeanor shift. The ruthless, cutthroat captain melted away. A tiny, quiet smile touched his lips—a private, subtle look meant entirely for me. My betraying heart gave a sudden, painful flutter. I couldn't help it. I smiled back.

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.”

He scanned them and asked, “Who was the one in charge of the Red Flame Army after the previous Emperor’s death?” Nathaniel took a step forward and said, “That would be General Micah.” “Tell him that I’d like to see him,” James said. He scrutinized the information he obtained about the generals of the Red Flame Army. Braxton Micah was a fifty-five-year-old three-star general. “Understood.” “You’re dismissed.” James waved, and the generals left. However, Nathaniel remained. James glanced at him and asked, “Is something the matter?” Wearing a smile, Nathaniel asked, “Sir, do you intend to weed out the remnants of the previous Emperor?”

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.

I’d maybe said some things over the years about how much he sucked and how he was probably the reason their team played like shit. He probably heard me say those things even.. But he was the adult here. Couldn’t he be less petty about it? “Hunter, as you know,” he continued. “This is the captain of the Raven Hill hockey team, Tristan Reeves.” Yeah. I knew. “The history between you two needs to be put behind you both now. As he’s your captain, you’re going to respect him.” Respect? I couldn’t even hold back the laugh that left me. But Coach clearly didn’t share in my humor because his gaze sharpened. “Whatever nonsense you were allowed to get away with on your old team doesn’t fly here, got i

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."

Chapter 721 I Feel Sorry for Your Past While hearing the discussion of the audience and looking at the man staring at the captain opposite with a dark face, Sydney felt like she had a headache and massaged her forehead. Facing Julien's hostility, the captain was so embarrassed. But those few young police officers behind him laughed like crazy. "Ahem ahem!" the captain cleared his throat. Then, as he scratched his head, he looked at Julien and said with embarrassment, "Mr. Flint, could you let me go?"