Novel & Cerita Captain's Medal Soul Knight

Thorne. Captain of the team that now owned my contract. The man whose championship trophy I'd stolen with a last-second, impossible goal three months ago. He looked even bigger up close, a mountain of muscle and simmering rage barely contained in a Vipers t-shirt and track pants. His ice-blue eyes locked onto mine, and the air grew thick, heavy with the promise of violence. "Valdez," he said, his voice a low growl that vibrated through the floor. "Welcome to hell."

Half the Sky battalion suddenly forgets how wings work and falls screaming into the void. I ride the lightning rail that loops the main plaza, board sparking violet, katana singing. A Sky captain (taller, older, crown of frozen stormclouds) drops in front of me, spear spinning. Sky Captain: “Yield the throne you were never meant to sit, little queen.” I smile with too many teeth. Celeste: “Come take it.” He lunges. I parry with Hellebore Mist, the blade drinks his spear’s wind and spits it back as a tornado that rips his own wings off.

She wasn’t aware of Noah’s gaze either. She only snapped back to reality when she heard the heavy footsteps approaching. Everyone on the portico turned to look at the gate swinging open to reveal at least a dozen knights. They approached the portico and bowed in courtesy before the Alpha. Noah recognized the man taking the lead. It was the knight he bumped into the other day in the arena. Ryan Grant. It was only now that Noah realized that Ryan was the Captain of the pack’s elite knight force. He figured from the dark navy uniform embroidered with golden threads at the cuffs and collar. He had five stars attached to his breast pocket, unlike the others who had four and some even two.