Captain Phoebus Novels & Stories

everyone. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Phoebe's limp form draped over Donavitch's shoulder as he carried her toward the helicopters. The pilots started their engines and the rotors whirled, stirring up dust and wind. A group of soldiers was struggling to take down Isaac with some kind of net. He twisted and twirled, evading them and racing toward Phoebe. My heart sunk. He was running into more firepower. The Nasaru seemed to have special weapons to use against each kind of supernatural, and I worried that Isaac was heading toward a trap.

Everett immediately signed to his two subordinates who had been waiting for a long time, and got them to control one of them from each side, and bring them into the carriage. Since Phoebe had lived alone abroad for three years, coupled with the fact that she had grown up independently since young, her sense of danger was even stronger than Isla. When Phoebe saw the two men wearing tattoos block their way, Phoebe held Isla and want to run away quickly, "Isla, they are bad people, and run!"

The Captain has a wife and worst, it was their opponent! The four beings, Aracelli, Alexis, Aerith, and Hyun Ah looked at each other and then back at Blanche. Phoenix, Blanche understood that this being wanted to start a war, the being wanted an act of revenge; to avenge. “I’m tired, I need to rest. Perhaps, we all need to.” The Captain said as she leave the spot. “Blanche!” called Aerith. “Let her be, Aerith. Let Blanche think about this,” Alexis said, looking at the Captain’s retreating back.

I guess he has been into a lot of battles and he delivers an aura of a genuine leader. His veins were visible in his hands like the roots of a tree nurtured on good soil, enough sunlight, and has survived amidst all the catastrophes. “I’m Captain Orley Nebuchister El Katanaga De Casteganio Ellisto Puedonito Bastamtike.” I tried not to laugh after hearing his short name. “Your name sounds honorable, Sir. But it’s lengthy and easy to forget. I would suggest you change it into a cooler one like… red beard. Captain Red Beard of the West.”

They curled at his sides like he was gripping back a storm. “Everything okay, Captain?” I added, keeping my voice even. He didn’t speak. Instead, he stepped forward. One step. Two. Three. Until there was no space left between us. I had to crane my neck to meet his eyes, and when I did—my breath hitched. They weren’t blue. Not anymore. They were glowing. Not like contacts. Not like tricks of the light. But glowing. Gold. Bright. Flickering like fire trapped in ice. And something behind them—a hunger, a voice, something not human—watched me.

But now… home was close. “Dad,” I whispered to the waves. Tears stung my eyes. “I’m coming home.” And then there was Phoebe. I pictured her face when she saw me, still pale from being shot. Saw her expression, relief giving way to shock. Felt the ache in her arm. I hoped she was okay. My thoughts crashed into one another. It got dark. The sky became a blank canvas of navy. The boat slowed at a dock. “We’re here,” the captain announced.

Phoebe reassures her friend, her smirk spreading into a blinding smile. “After all, I am the king’s luna, and I will make sure our people have a bright future ahead,” she adds, turning to look at me. That’s right. Phoebe, my smart, beautiful Phoebe, is my luna. I know that with her by my side, our future will be bright, and our people will enjoy prosperity.

Kat met her squad of hand-picked warriors just outside her territory's border as the moon rose high overhead. Only her most savage and unquestioningly loyal fighters had been recruited for this distasteful but necessary task. They stood restlessly in the shadows of the trees, awaiting her signal. Kat stepped into their midst, her expression grim. "You know our purpose. This is not a sanctioned raid, so speak of it to no one upon our return." Her eyes glinted dangerously in the moonlight. "Am I clear?"

"Uh… yes, sir!" The captain wiped away his sweat and held up his walkie-talkie. He instructed loudly, "Listen to my command, all of you! The target is that nameless island. Hit it with everything you've got, and wipe out the Malian navy!" There was a series of explosions as thousands of balls of fire arced into the sky. The entire Malian navy, including Jaymes, began cursing Sebastian in despair. However, their curses stopped abruptly after just a few seconds.

I couldn't get the image of me screaming under him, cumming like an idiot and even begging him to fuck me harder out of my mind. I scrubbed my neck until the skin was raw, desperate to wash away the scent of him, that mix of expensive cologne and the lust in his eyes. I leaned my forehead against the tile, letting the water pelt my back. I was Elias Carter, the captain of the Northwood Titans. My life was built on discipline, morning drills, and a reputation for being untouchable. Yesterday, I was all those things before I lost to Ryder. "Get it together," I hissed at my reflection in the fogged-up mirror. My lower lip was slightly swollen, a visible mark of my shame. I looked at the "C" on