Captain Vane Novels & Stories

And standing at the end of the hall was a figure. He was huge. He wore tattered rags. His face was a ruin of scar tissue and metal staples. Vane. He held a fire axe in his hands. He smiled. His teeth were metal. "I told you," Vane rasped. "Tonight we break the beast." He charged. The guards raised their weapons, but Vane was too fast. He moved with the same unnatural speed as Kaelen. The serum. He had it too. He swung the axe.

"But Vespera is out there. She didn't lose her army; she just lost her ledger. And now she knows we aren't just rebels trying to break things. We're trying to replace her." "Then let her come," a gruff voice echoed from the doorway. Captain Vane strolled into the Command Center, holstering his twin pistols with an exaggerated twirl. He looked worse for wear—his coat was torn, a nasty bruise was blossoming along his jawline from his fight in the tram, and he smelled strongly of gunpowder and cheap cigar smoke. "If the Iron Duchess wants to come back and dispute our claim," Vane grinned, flashing a gold tooth, "she’ll have to get through fifty heavily armed pira

"I am requesting an immediate audience with King Solas and Prince Kaelen." There was a pause. A long, heavy silence where I could almost hear Vane grinding his teeth. "General Vance," Vane spat the name like a curse. "You have some nerve. You steal our fleet, disappear for half a decade, and then knock on the front door?" "I'm not knocking, Captain," I said. "I'm returning your ship." "We don't want the ship," Vane growled. "We want your head. Target lock confirmed. Fire on my mark."

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...

Dante mocked Vane by saying that the light had created a permanent mark on him while his golden eyes shone with fearless brightness. Vane ran his fingers over the ruined melted skin of his cheek. A cruel smile spread across his face which carried deep scars. You injured me according to Vane. He executed me with his words. I will execute you and your Warden in front of your entire pathetic army. I will break their spirits by killing every soldier and then I will take the Hybrid from your palace. Vane maintained his regular appearance without any change. He did not flee the scene. The ground beneath Vane's boots suddenly cracked. His body released a strong shockwave which made dark red magic p

And when they did, the room they were in was clearly bare, dusty like it was never used. A young man, visibly no older than twenty-three, answered the call. "Identify yourself." His eyes were black, blonde hair. There was a feral gleam in the man's eyes, like a hunger no one was able to sate. He had a strong bone structure. Muscular despite the dip that hollowed out under his cheekbones. "My name is Captain Daxton Walker, requesting landing for our Elysium-6 vessel, Peacemaker," Dax answered, coming to my side, in the visual of the man.

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