Captain Vane Novels & Stories

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 snapped and his smirk immediately dropped. They were right in a sense but I wasn't sulking. It just fucking made me mad that she was still thinking about that price despite everything he had done to her. Love was a weakness I never wished to have and I hated those who succumbed to it too easily. I shouldn't even be thinking about her right now. “You guys are late” I looked up and saw Couch Jones staring at us with a frown on his face and his arms folded. “We…” “I don't care to know your excuse, Kai” He interrupted. “As a captain, you should be here sadly early”

"A seat on your council, Marcus? I have ten thousand swords at my back. I don't need you to give me a chair I can take with an iron boot." Vane flicked his wrist, dropping the tip of his broadsword from Natalia’s throat to the stone between them. He looked at Natalia, then at the silent, glowing form of Kael. "You cleared the palace," Vane said to Natalia, a cold spark of professional respect glinting in his dark eyes. "You drowned my vanguard at the Serpent's Tail. That's good soldiering for a thief from the slums. But your rebellion is out of breath. Look at your giant. His core is bleeding. He won't survive another hour of independent strain."

But I let myself be pulled in too deep by her when Victor walked in on us. What surprised me was how badly I wanted to put him through the boards when he saw her with me. I've always hated Victor, but I've never pictured physically hurting him. There was an instant shift in the air, and Isla had felt it too…. I had felt it in the way her body went still beside mine. Victor had always been a problem, before Asher took the captaincy and he lost control. But he became worse after. Losing the captainship band pulled out the demon that resided in him.

“The goddess and her shadow. I must admit, I did not expect you to use the Web as a footpath. It shows a certain… lack of imagination, but a great deal of raw power.” ​High Admiral Vane stepped into the light. He was not the monster I had pictured. He was an older man, his hair a pristine white, his eyes covered by a pair of dark, multi-lensed goggles. He wore a simple, charcoal-colored suit, but his right arm was a masterpiece of clockwork engineering—a tangle of brass pistons and silver wires that moved with a frightening, fluid precision. ​“You are destroying the world to power a clock,” I said, my hand moving to the hilt of my blade. “Do you have any idea what you have done to the East?

She held a heavy parchment sealed with a violet wax—the crest of the High Council. "The bird has arrived," Kaelen said, her gaze flickering between Silas and me. "They didn't even wait for the bodies to be buried. Counselor Vane is at the gate. He says he’s here to 'inspect the damage' and offer the Council’s condolences to the Luna." "Condolences," Silas sneered, stepping away from me. He reached for a black silk shirt, pulling it on with jerky, violent movements. "Vane is a vulture. He doesn't offer condolences; he counts the dead to see how much we’ve weakened."

"Faster. Talk to me while you do it. Tell me why you really got traded here." Kade leaned down, breath mixing with mine. "Owner pulled strings. Vance wanted me close to you. Easy target for the syndicate. But I flipped it. Got close to you for info. Then I could not stay away." His grip tightened just right. "You like hearing the truth while I touch you?" "Yeah," I gasped. "Do not sugarcoat it. Did you laugh about it? Fucking the captain while plotting against his family?"

" Before I could answer, the heavy frosted-glass doors of the master pavilion slid open. Vane stepped out onto the terrace. The closing sunlight caught the sharp, flawless lines of his structured jaw, highlighting the striking touch of silver at his temples and the immense, mature breadth of his shoulders. He had unbuttoned the collar of his black linen shirt, looking completely at ease, yet the terrifying, absolute authority that defined his every movement was more intense than ever. At thirty-eight, he didn't just command room gravity; he commanded the horizon. His dark, piercing eyes swept across the patio, instantly bypassing the breathtaking ocean view and locking onto me with a fierce,

I had become the owner of the North after I left the eastern wing, which had served as my prison. The moment of triumph was abruptly interrupted by the ground-shaking sound of two-footed steps. The sea of kneeling wolves nervously parted as Vane, the towering, eight-foot Lycan commander, approached the execution block. He was covered in the blood of Thorne’s enforcers, his dark, matted fur bristling in the morning wind. He ignored both the army and my three Alpha mates. Vane dropped to one knee before me, his massive, clawed fist resting over his heart.