Captain Vane Novels & Stories

"The Russo King is not a patient man. If that door doesn't open in three minutes, he’ll drop the rod. Manhattan will have a new crater, and I’ll be the only one left to tell the story of the tragic Vane explosion." Sabizina’s fingers danced across the secondary terminal. She wasn't just spoofing Viktor's pulse anymore; she was rerouting the building’s internal power gridd. "You always were a bad businessman, Father," she muttered, her eyes glowing with a cold, digital light. "You never account for the hidden costs." Thirty miles away, in a sprawling, derelict warehouse in Secaucus, Rage Vane moved like a wraith through the shadows. He had a suppressed HK416 in his hands and a thermal optic m

"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.

But Kane respected him, if only because he had given him purpose when he had nothing. "I still have a few days left," Kane muttered, his voice low and even, meeting the old man's gaze without hesitation he knew mclauren was scared of bum the way he spoke voice lowered . McLauren studied him, tapping his thick fingers against the wooden desk. "Why don't you take my offer? Train some of the new guys. Hell, some of them worship you. Be a mentor, stick around." Kane exhaled slowly. He didn't do attachments. Didn't like getting tangled in things he couldn't control. He had seen what loyalty did it made men weak.

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.

Vines said to them as they passed. After Cheng and Lianne safely arrived to the gate, everybody stared at Captain Vines as he took on one of the ruler of the beast glades. "Come at me you beast." Vines said proudly to the monster as he took his stand. "Captain!!" Ceccil shouted in worry. With one swing to the head, Captain Vines brought down the beast. It only took him one swing and he cut down the monster's head. "What the... what was that just now?"

There was some story that I was out of. In the end, Vani was named our Captain. I looked at her for an answer. She smiled at me, as her hand on my shoulder. — When all this is over, I promise to tell you this story. — She said in a playful tone. — What if we don't survive? — I said with all my sincerity, it was a possibility, wasn't it? —One more reason not to die. —She replied before turning away and going in the direction of the general to report our choice.

A shadow came over me, and I looked up in anticipation. The smile froze on my face immediately. The relief I'd felt vanished, replaced by horror. Standing directly in front of me was not Azriel, but Commander Vane. He stood straight, his hands neatly folded behind his back. A small, cold smile bloomed across his face as his green eyes locked onto mine. "A commendable sprint, Seraphina," Vane said, his voice entirely smooth and conversational. He looked very comfortable here. "But I told you before, you really must be more careful."

I tried again, louder. “Hey. I’m Lena Hale from the Northcrest Daily. I need to set up an interview with you for a feature.” Cole finally slowed down and glided over. He stopped right in front of me, still on the ice while I stood on the rubber mats. Up close he was even taller than I thought. His eyes were this crazy light blue, almost gray. Cold. He looked at me like I was wasting his time. I waited. He said nothing. “Good communication skills for a captain,” I said, unable to keep the sarcasm out.

"They aren't here to save us." The dropships landed. Kicking up a storm of red dust that clogged my throat. Ramps lowered. A battalion of soldiers poured out. They weren't Uruk grunts. These were elite House Guards. Weapons raised—and aimed directly at us. A figure strolled down the center ramp. He wore armor of polished chrome and a cape of blue velvet. General Vane. "Commander Ashfang," Vane called out. His voice smooth and oily. "You look... distressed. Trouble with the locals?"