Captain Phoebus Novels & Stories

Yet, if they were actually people from Heaven's Gate, Jason expected that Phoebe would not detect them. Jason's eyes instantly lit up when he realized it was Sali Yemo behind this. "Leave the leader alive. Kill the rest." Jason indifferently ordered Phoebe. "Yes." Phoebe nodded respectfully. When Jason had no instructions, she could not jump to conclusions since her opponents had not taken action. However, now that Jason had given the command, there was no need for her to worry about anything. The sound of heavy objects impacting the floor was heard in the night sky. Soon, Phoebe appeared in front of Jason.

It was still a long way to go but the path from here on out was a hell of a lot less life threatening. We made it to a small stone cabin at the foot of the mountain just as the sun began to set. We spent the night all squished together in the tiny single room hut. It was tight, though I was thankful for the warmth that the combined body heat provided. I learned that the three warriors that joined us are named Venus, Cleo and Phoebe. Venus was born in India, though she didn’t say much about her upbringing or how she came to be at Luna Eclipse. She is a tall and slender woman with long deep black hair and smooth tanned skin. She is a little quiet, but her eyes never stop watching. Phoebe has b

"Take care of yourself. Never let yourself in danger. Kapag alam mong may mali, tumakbo ka na. Don't ever make another reason for me to cry!" Tumango-tango ako habang nasusukang yumakap pabalik. Hindi nagtagal ay dumating na ang kapitan ng barko at mga kasama niya sa barko. The four men have different aura, auras that are surely intimidating. "Welcome aboard! I am Captain Luigi and they are my sailors. They are warriors trained to survive the ocean." "I am Cronus." "I am Lifa." "Seraph." "I am Gavin." I smiled at them. "There's no need for formality, I am Juliet!" pagpapakilala ko.

The team was already gathering near center ice when Coach blew the whistle. “Before we start,” Coach said, “Marcus is fully cleared and back with the group effective today. Same standards as everyone else. We move forward.” Marcus skated into the circle without ceremony. His expression was calm, almost flat. He gave a short nod to Coach and took his place. Eli, standing a few feet away, met Marcus’s eyes briefly and then looked forward again, unfazed. Coach divided them for the first drill. “Blue and white. Standard rotation. Keep it clean.”

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.”

"I didn't realize you could hear." "I couldn't hear words. Just tone. You sounded like you were having an actual conversation instead of a captain-winger conversation." "There's a difference?" "Huge difference," Reyes said. "I've had both kinds with him. Trust me, there's a difference." "What kind did you have?" "The captain-winger kind. Mostly. A little of the other kind too, now and then, when he decides to be human about something." He shrugged. "You get the other kind a lot more often than the rest of us. Just an observation."

"You are not your father, Jaxson. You didn't do this. He abandoned you, and now he's trying to use you to clean up his bloody mess, but we are going to burn his empire to the ground. Together. Do you hear me?" Jaxson let out a ragged, broken exhale, burying his face deeper into my neck as his massive arms wrapped around my waist, holding me so tight it bruised, anchoring himself to my heartbeat like I was the only solid thing left in the world. He pressed a desperate, lingering kiss to my collarbone, his stubble scraping against my sensitive skin, before he finally pulled back, wiping his face with the back of his hand. The vulnerable, broken boy vanished, and the cold, calculating captain s

For the first time, he didn’t seem like the untouchable captain everyone feared. I don’t know what made me walk over. “You okay?” I asked quietly. He lifted his head slowly. Those icy blue eyes met mine, and for a second he looked surprised I was still there. I shifted on my feet. “Earlier… when that guy got hurt. You got to him really fast. Thanks for helping him. Most captains would’ve waited for the coach.” Cole stared at me for a long moment, like my words didn’t make sense to him. “You noticed that?”

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’m not exactly a sports person.” “You will be after tonight. The energy is addictive. Hawthorne versus Westfield is always brutal—especially because of the captains. Brad Walker versus Sebastian Hale. Pure rivalry.” I raised an eyebrow. “Sebastian Hale?” “Captain of Westfield. Tall, insanely talented, and actually a decent guy from what I’ve heard not the cocky asshole type like Brad and his crew. The stands go wild whenever he’s on the ice. Total heartthrob material.” She winked. “You’ll see why.”