Captain Witwicky Novels & Stories

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

The young man burst into manic laughter. "I know you're trying to trick me into talking, but what does it matter if I tell you? Our captain used to be a free‑fighting champion. After the apocalypse, his awakened ability enhanced his body even further. When he kills you, you won't sense a thing—your head will already have been blown apart by a single punch! "But for someone like you, our captain won't let you die so easily! "I told you—he'll break your bones one by one, smash them into pieces, and let your marrow spill all over the ground for dogs to eat!

Captain was sitting there on the floor like he'd been expecting us to show up and we were taking too long in coming to get him. "If you can really talk, I suggest you start using your words. Or my friend here is going to experience his first raw meat snack," Taryk said. I snapped my jaws together. Captain shook his head, pointed to his throat. He lifted a hand to his head, moved his mouth. Lifted his hand to me. "I'm guessing he wants to talk to you mind to mind," Taryk said out loud. "The fuck?" I said on the mental network. Taryk laughed, said it again.

Yet noticed, despite her coldness, that she had not been able to resist a passing remark of advice. Whether, she had intended it to be or not, it had taught all involved or who had been in attendance the consequences of brashness in battle. After the Witch had completely disappeared from view, the people with the Captain resumed their conversation. Outraged even after she had left, the dark-haired man accompanying the Day Gate Director turned his ire on Lance, “Armistice, what were you thinking allowing that crazed woman near the trainees?” He exclaimed. “She’s the best, Vance. Even you know that.” The Captain replied, the dent between his slanted eyes becoming more severe.

They shouted at the same time while jumping. "From the third most influential and most powerful school in the world, let us all welcome their players. Leviticus University!" When he said that, seven of his players walked to the center, one of whom was Dark. Someone popped up a picture on the screen and put their names. Below Dark's name is a Captain. That is, he was the captain of Leviticus. I looked at Shadow who was looking intently at Dark's behavior. "Traitor." That's what I read in his mind as he turned to look at Dark's behavior, I turned my gaze back to the front.

“Mr. Cash, this is the eighth division captain of Admiralporium’s Squad 13 in Northspring, Campian Wolke.” Shaun, who was flabbergasted, quickly greeted the man. “Nice to meet you, Captain Wolke!” Campian greeted him back amiably. “Nice meeting you too, Mr. Cash. No need to be so courteous.” “Nice to meet you, Captain Wolke. I’m Bryce Jupp.” Bryce smiled politely, sounding incredibly courteous. He could not help it. Campian’s position as a captain was no weaker than a city’s leader simply in terms of his authority.

And the messed up situation is exhausting, doesn’t mean it doesn’t eat at me every goddamn second. Before I can speak, the crowd shifts, and I hear a voice that makes my blood turn to fucking ice. “Well, well. Didn’t know nerds could look cute.” Wyatt Morrow. Captain of Silverthorn’s hockey team. Arrogant, smirking, six-foot-two jackass. Alpha of Blackridge Pack, our packs share boundaries and we've been at each other's neck for years. He’s standing behind Calla, fresh from his own game—clearly just changed into his damn varsity jacket. Must’ve come here right after winning.

a Road Captain named Wolf shouted, with cheers from the crowd. “I appreciate that, boys, I do, but I’m afraid it’s true. I don’t have long and I’m too sick to ride. We all know the code. If you can’t ride, you can’t hold office, so it’s time for the staff to go to someone else. Normally, that person would be the club’s VP, but we all know that Big Frank here is a lazy bastard and would do a horrible job,” Cutter said, to laughs all around. “Plus, apparently he’s worn out his knees doing… God knows what.” The crowd laughed again as Big Frank raised his hands in mock resignation. I laughed too, but my head was throbbing. Partly from Cricket’s right cross, but mostly from the mental strain of t

Who the fuck does he think he is? I have never been challenged by the Bratva Pakhan before, and now my path is being blocked by a mere Bratva Captain. He is young, I think he is in his early thirties or thereabouts. But one thing is certain, he is not a wise man, in my opinion, he is very foolish. It’s easy to tell that he got to this point by being tricky and shedding blood. He doesn’t deserve the power he possesses, he is not fit to wear that star. I ordered my boys to stand down so I can hear what he has to say. He is my enemy, and this is our first encounter, so I would really love to know more about him, I want to know the kind of person he is. So I stepped out of my car, with my gun c

"Well, well. Look who decided to show up," Derek sneered, leaning back against his locker with his arms crossed over his chest. He was our starting left wing, a guy with more money than sense and a mouth that never knew when to stop, and he was looking at me with a cruel, ugly smirk. "I was starting to think you'd be too sore to walk today, Vane. Tell me, when the captain's bending you over the training table, does he give you extra ice time, or do you just drop to your knees for the thrill of it?"