Captain Vane Novels & Stories

WELCOME HOME "Everyone will agree with me when i say that the past year has been alot of things-- shitty being a famous word for it, but there were also some good moments-" "And many a bad but here we are, today, celebrating not one, not two things. And it has only just begun because now we can look forward to brace our next chapter and stay open to the thousand possibilities-" "To us, the vamps" Aal concluded with a wide smile. "Come on, cheer with your glasses of water" She said just before Dele swung by, holding her towards him as he whispered something into her ears before heading out, leaving her temptously biting her lower lip.

I didn't even know which was worse; having particles of dust stifle oxygen from gain access to your nostrils or having a garbage bag accumulate all of the carbon dioxide that you breathe out hence making you rebreathe what you've breathed out. The air inside the bag was already warm and moist. My hair was dampening with sweat and clinging to my eyes. The minivan's sliding door rumbled down and slammed shut. The engine started. * I saw his face at last. He wore a faded bandana. A silver handlebar mustache covered his lips almost entirely. His sleeves looked like they'd been cut off decades earlier. His cargo pant pockets, bulging heavily were filled with ammunition.

The frustration in my voice is evident. "Not to a cussing machine like you," he gave me a deadpan look before he turned his back at me. But I didn't let him go away that fast. Yes, I'm Vanez and I'm stubborn! No one has ever escape from my rants and wants. I pulled his bag and successfully forced him so stay still. Without thinking, I grabbed that something on his palm, it's too late for him to realize what I did. His eyes were wide awake after I stole the...

I looked at the guy and he nodded his head at me as if he could hear my conversation. He gestured his hand for me to go. "Evening ma'am, if you'll please follow me," he said with a deep voice and a thick British accent. I gave him a nod and we walked quietly to the car. Which is definitely not a sports car. "Hello captain" I said to him once I was seated in the flashy car I had seen earlier but didn't think much about. He gave me a wide smile and pecked my cheeks which earned a blush from me.

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

"Commander Vane built it himself! It was his masterpiece! There are no other cannons!" Elias’s eyes narrowed. The Sovereign didn't need to ask if the man was lying. The psychic tether allowed him to read the sheer, unadulterated terror radiating from the soldier's heartbeat. "He's telling the truth, Architect," Elias said, looking back at me. "Vane didn't share the weapon with his men." "Vane was a Siege Master, Sovereign. He was arrogant, but he wasn't an idiot," I replied, turning away from the crater.

He was the captain, the golden boy, the guy who had everything under control, but right now, looking at him, I realized he was barely holding himself together by a single, fraying thread. "You're a brat, Vane," he finally ground out, his voice dropping into a rough, gravelly register that sent a violent shiver straight down my spine. "A reckless, mouthy little brat who doesn't know when to shut up." "Then make me," I challenged, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. That was all it took. The last of his restraint snapped, and before I could even draw in a breath, his hands were on me.

Standing here in the starlight, Alexander Vance had simply handed me back my power without hesitation. I reached up, framing his sharp jaw with both hands, pulling his face down toward mine. "You really are a dangerous man, Chairman Vance," I whispered, my lips brushing teasingly against his. "Only to the people stupid enough to try and take what belongs to me," he murmured back.

“The Council offers me eternity. It is simple math, Consort.” “He called you a brother!” past-me spat, blood dripping from my lower lip as I lunged forward with my blade. The firelight caught the silver captain’s crest still pinned to Vane’s armor. He did not remove it even as the executioners advanced. The betrayal was complete, and the first sanctuary began to fall around us. *** The burning war room shattered into sharp fragments of light. The hot scent of incense and fire dissolved back into the cool, damp air of the rail cart. The heavy hiss of industrial steam filled my ears as reality slammed back into my mind.

"Smart kid. A bit too sharp for his own good, honestly. You’re right, Ignis. I am an opportunist. But if I wanted you dead, you would have been cooling in the mountain pass three weeks ago. Instead, I’m standing in a rat-infested shack in Oakhaven, trying to keep your ‘brother’ from turning the local district into a localized glacier." Aiden looked up, his gaze narrowing. The frost on his skin had receded enough for him to see the lines of exhaustion etching themselves into Vane’s face. "Why, Vane? Really. Don’t give me the 'I’m a changed man' monologue. You were a Captain of the Silver Moon. You helped build the cages they put us in. Why drag us into the city?"