Captain Vane Novels & Stories

I lunged, my speed blurring the air as I closed the distance, but they threw a concussive grenade that sent me sprawling. That was when Vane emerged from the shadows. He had followed us off the ship, his frustration with my leadership boiling over, and he had been watching from the rafters. He saw the Vanguard moving to flank me, and without a word, he dropped from the ceiling, a hurricane of claws and rage. He shifted in mid-air. "Vane, no!" I screamed. He was too exposed. One was already raising a rifle to Vane's head at point-blank range. Vane didn't see him; he was buried in the carnage of the first wave.

Hundreds of high society elites, hedge fund managers, and real estate magnates occupied the velvet lined rows, their eyes fixed on the massive digital projection screen displaying the asset profile of Vane Plaza, the iconic eighty story skyscraper that had served as the crown jewel of Vivienne's grandfather's maritime empire. Keep your head up, Cynthia, Julian Vance hissed, his voice raw with a desperate, defensive aggression as they walked down the central aisle. His right hand, thick with layers of stark white surgical plaster, was pinned rigidly across his chest inside a custom silk sling. Sweat beaded along his hairline despite the ballroom's aggressive air conditioning. Stop looking at

That sounded stern enough He scoffs and swiped his tongue through his lower lip, revealing his tongue ring. I almost got tempted to fall for the sexiness he emits by doing that. I chuckles "That attitude will get you nowhere except being kicked out of the team" I turns back to face everyone, “As for the rest of you, get on the field and show me what you got. Formation and everything. Who's the captain?" I'm not surprised when a couple of hands point to Sebastian, just like I thought.

Here on the ice Ethan looked lighter, responding without calculation to someone who carried none of their history. Gerald glanced over once but said nothing. Jax stayed still, hands flat on his thighs, as the next whistle called them back to the drill. Near the end of the final drill, Eli skated along the boards closest to the stands while the others reset. He glanced up, found Jax watching, and slowed just enough to speak. “You’re Rivera, right? The one who used to wear the C.” Jax met his eyes. “Yeah.” Eli gave a small, assessing smile. “Different view from up there.” It wasn’t loud or openly cutting. Still, the casual observation landed with precision.

Twenty pairs of eyes tracked us as we peeled onto the outer lane, our matching navy kits declaring our presence before Director Vance could even take the microphone on the central observation deck. "Form up on the secondary baseline, Harlow," a voice barked from the head of the pack. The speaker was Garrison Vance”no relation to the director, but the undisputed primary anchor of the Capital Syndicate. He was a five-year veteran, his frame a dense, weathered mass of muscle and scar tissue, his own navy kit faded from hundreds of hours under the high-intensity lamps. He didn't slow down as he passed us, his shoulder brushing intentionally close to mine, a blunt assertion of territorial right.

She gulped as she noticed the captain’s face turning red. “Oh God…” Venus muttered, burying her face in her hands. The captain cleared her throat and finally introduced herself. “I’m Blanche. Blanche Lucille Emerson,” she said, her voice gentle but confident. "Blanche..." Venus utters. "I'm---" "Dianara Venus Hughes, I know." Blanche cut her off and smiled as she took another sip of her drink. "Who wouldn't know the school president?"

Ivy Bennett has no time for boys. Between keeping her scholarship, paying her bills, and worrying about her younger brother in foster care, she already has enough on her plate. Then Ryder Knox fails a class. Westbury’s arrogant hockey captain needs a tutor, and unfortunately, Ivy is the best one available. She hates his attitude. He loves getting on her nerves. But when Ryder asks Ivy to pretend to be his girlfriend, their simple arrangement starts becoming dangerously real. Because Ryder isn’t supposed to fall for his tutor. And Ivy definitely isn’t supposed to fall for the boy she swore she hated.

"I know what's at stake." "Then stay away from me when the building is empty," she said, her voice growing firm again as she pulled herself together. She reached out and took one of the coffee cups from my hand, her cool fingers brushing against mine for a fleeting second. "See you at the morning meeting, Captain." She turned around and walked down the hall toward her office without looking back once.

None of the guards dared to make eye contact. "I’m giving you one chance," Asher growled, taking a heavy step forward. "Tell me who ordered it, or every captain on this shift goes into the iron cells until the truth comes out." At the far end of the line, Captain Vane – a lean, scarred warrior from the eastern border watch—swallowed hard. His shoulders were trembling slightly, his eyes darting toward the door where Elder Silas and Nora stood. I noticed the subtle look instantly. I didn't wait for Asher. I walked straight up to Captain Vane, stopping a foot away from him.

Chapter 1: The Scent of Rain and Mint The sixty-fourth floor of Vane Tower didn’t just overlook the city; it dominated it. From this height, the people below looked like ants, and the cars like clockwork toys. It was exactly how Cillian Vane liked his world: orderly, quiet, and under his thumb. "The merger with the Sterling Group is finalized, Mr. Vane," his CFO, a nervous man named Miller, stammered. "We just need your signature on the final acquisition papers."