Captain Vane Novels & Stories

"It's fine. Move." They walked quickly out of the alley toward a prepared, unmarked sedan waiting in the shadows of the next block. Just as Victoria was about to open the door and enter, she paused. She looked across the street, locking gazes with Captain Vance one last time through the haze of smoke and flashing lights. Vance stood by her cruiser, watching the disappearing car with a deep, heavy frown. She clenched her fist against the roof of her vehicle, her jaw tight as she muttered under her breath. "Just you wait, Victoria. I am going to tear your world apart."

"Step away from the control console, Vane! It's over. The city knows the truth. Your broadcast system is destroyed, and the people are storming the lower gates." Vane didn't even glance at the weapon pointed at him. He merely offered a faint, dismissive smile and looked directly at me. "Put the toy away, boy," Vane said calmly. "You are a side character in a story you don't fully understand." He then took a step toward me. "Look at her. Do you really think it was a coincidence that she was able to bypass my firewall? Do you think it was luck that led her to your little Resistance?"

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.

But before the wood could even catch, the door swung wide open. The wind rushed in. It brought cold rain and a man I knew from the patrols—Vane. He was a skinny, scarred guy who always looked like he was looking for trouble. He was huffing hard. It looked like he’d run across the whole mountain range without stopping. "Kael," Vane gasped. He didn't even look at me. "The northern pass. It’s crawling with them." Kael went stiff. His hand moved naturally to the knife at his belt. "Eclipse hunters?"

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.