Captain Vane Novels & Stories

Beside him, sailors secured heavy barrels of fresh water, crates of enchanted star-lily salve, and racks of specialized silver-tipped spears meant to penetrate the thick hide of oceanic leviathans. "The wind favors us today, Your Grace," Captain Vane remarked, stepping up the gangway with a rolled parchment chart tucked under his arm. Though the veteran commander’s hair was now fully white, his posture remained as rigid as iron. The tide turns within the hour. If we clear the harbor channel before midday, we will catch the trade winds straight toward the outer reaches of Aethelgard.

So, he installed a small dashcam on the captain's seat to capture bits and pieces of his time at sea. "Gwen, this way, you'll always be with me. You can watch the sights along with me," he had said. And that was what we did. Though we were miles apart, we watched the sunrise and sunset together, counted the stars, and planned our future. Unable to contain his grief, Elijah ran a trembling hand through his messy hair and opened the saved footage on his laptop.

What were these guys doing here? The voice came instantly. “What a surprise. To think we'd meet the thief.” Vanessa said, “She's even drinking away our money.” I ignored her words, and my eyes zeroed in on Joe's arm around her waist. It hadn't been up to a day, and they were already in each other's faces. Heat flushed to my cheeks and I looked away. “Captain, you shouldn't be around someone like her. And that's why I dumped her.” Joe's voice came and I felt so small.

he replied. "So, we'll be taking my private plane and will be at our destination at exactly 1600 hours. Hop on!" he told Isabella. She was shocked to see the superior side of the Captain. He was like giving commands to his troops. "That's what you say to your co-soldiers?" she asked while giggling. "What co-soldiers? There is no such thing." he laughed at her chosen words. "Well basically yes, but I'm more stiffed and I shout most of the time when talking to them. They can't see this soft side of me. It's only for you!" Carter was very naughty. He loves teasing Isabella.

Kev calls after him. “But that’s the moral of the punishment, isn’t it?” he returns. “Try not to make her bleed.” “No promises,” Kev replies as he pulls up the ramp. He’s put on a pair of jeans. I have nothing. Just my skin. And I suddenly find myself very naked. “Follow me, Vanessa ,” he demands, leading the way as the engines start to rumble all around us. “The Captain would like a word.”

I run straight into the rusted skeleton of the outpost, my bare feet catching the frozen steel as I hunt the scent of the woman who brought this poison to my borders. I find her lieutenant in a subterranean laboratory bay, a grey-furred northern pureblood named Vane who served as Diana’s personal guard during the trials. He is trying to dismantle a portable power core, his hands shaking as the sound of Clyde’s retribution echoes from the surface. "Looking for a script, stray?" Vane sneers, spinning around and flashing his long, yellow canines as he lunges toward me with a silver-tipped dagger. He is fast, but he is fighting a woman who has forgotten how to fear the dark.

He was real. “You’re out of your depth, Collector,” Vane hissed, his eyes now fully engulfed in that terrifying orange fire. “You thought a neutral zone would protect you? I am the zone.” With a roar of effort, Vane twisted Silas’s metal arm. The screech of tearing iron was deafening. He ripped the limb clean off and hammered it back into Silas’s chest, pinning the creature to the back wall of the pavilion. “Elara! The cage!” Vane shouted, his voice vibrating in her very marrow.

“We’ll fix it.” Fix it? Zane moved, footsteps fading and returning. He dropped into the chair, and then the pop sound of something open slipped into my ears. Then I caught it. The scent of vanilla. Sweet. Cold. “Ice cream?” I asked. “Just follow my instructions,” Zane said, “okay?” “Yes.” “Yes, what?” “Yes, Captain,” I corrected. A few seconds, Zane said. “Go ahead.” I leaned further, and surprisingly my tongue found the base of his shaft.

Coupled with the fact that he married that witch and took over VilaBeau, there was no way she could cross him off her suspect list. ***** Vinca was too perplexed by the recent occurrence. As she watched Damont speed off, she felt like her life had come to an end. She was roughly pushed inside the shed by her captors and was sent flying into the dark shed. One of them then lit a kerosene lamp as the other one went to hide the truck. It was already too dark into the night. Vinca scrambled to the corner of the shed and started crying. She cried for the company that she had lost just because she fell in love.

I came to Vane Capital to destroy the man who murdered my father’s legacy. But I didn't expect to be caught mid-hack by Julian Vane himself. ​Now, I’m his 'Golden Captive'—blackmailed into a deadly game of corporate espionage. Locked in his penthouse, I’m forced to work inches away from the man I swore to ruin. But as bullets fly and the real traitor emerges from the shadows, I realize that Julian isn't the monster I memorized. He’s a victim of the same conspiracy that crushed my family. ​In a world of blood and binary, the line between revenge and desire is razor-thin. I was the 'Ghost' in his machine, but now, I’m the only one who can keep us both alive. The hunt is on, and this time, we