Captain Wolfoo Novels & Stories

Rick challenged back. “I see you still don’t me?” the captain said with a cold smirk. “You are a necessary evil.” Rick said flatly. “You just like to disguise your true colors under a cloth of holiness.” “Whatever,” the captain looks towards a silent Aaron. He frowns has he senses something about the man. But he can’t place his finger on the pulse. He shrugs his shoulders calling his men. Aaron feels the sweat dripping down his back but he keeps his focus on the captain. This man had a look almost like a kind of familiarity. This quietly makes him wonder if the man might know who he was.

“I’m not exactly a sports person.” “You will be after tonight. The energy is addictive. Hawthorne versus Westfield is always brutal—especially because of the captains. Brad Walker versus Sebastian Hale. Pure rivalry.” I raised an eyebrow. “Sebastian Hale?” “Captain of Westfield. Tall, insanely talented, and actually a decent guy from what I’ve heard not the cocky asshole type like Brad and his crew. The stands go wild whenever he’s on the ice. Total heartthrob material.” She winked. “You’ll see why.”

This had become my addiction, lying face down on the bed, taking in every scent that lingered, making sure that I didn’t dull it with mine. I was turning pathetic wasn’t I? I grabbed the console, maybe a quick game would take a few things off my mind, the door banged open, Caleb walked in with a smile on his face. “Captain!” his cheerful voice filled the room.“Not now Caleb,” I grumbled. He let out a low chuckle. “Don’t be like that. If someone hears they would think I am a bug. And you know that I am anything but a bug...” “Caleb,” I called out in a low tone, my voice drawing his attention to me. “You are a bug, in fact, if there was a way to take you off the earth, you would be the first p

The perfect weapon had been forged, sharpened, and placed directly into the hands of a sociopath. And now, the story was about to turn the camera around. The golden illusion was about to shatter, and the reader was about to step out of Mwajuma’s blissfully ignorant perspective, descending into the pitch-black, horrifying reality of the Vanguard Captain’s true nature.

to feel at ease with the captain in the past two days of their interaction. The majority of the crew are terrified of him, but the captain is displaying his kind side and wit with her. She wondered, "Maybe one day I will see what the other crew told me about him. What she noticed, though, is that he is a man of few words. When he looks, he looks so deep that you can feel that he wants to say something. His eyes were like fire, and Annika got burned by the way he stared at her. "Thank you for this beautiful coffee. Now my day is complete. " He told her Annika didn't want to interpret every word he said, but she couldn't help but wonder why the captain said I made his day complete. Was it bec

The man, instead of trying to make his escape, started laughing. " What the hell?" Captain Clinton muttered. " You are a fool , Captain. " The man said to him , still lying on the floor. " You seriously think I came alone?" He laughed again. " What is this fool saying?" Captain Clinton wondered . Then ,he heard footsteps approaching from behind. He turned quickly. But it was too late. Someone raced towards him. With dilated eyes, he tried to make a move but a dropkick landed on his chest , sending him off into the air.

There were also green flags with the symbol of Wind Kingdom decorating the room. The red eyed soldier saluted at the captain who was sitting by his desk, writing something. “You summoned me, Captain?” The Captain was a middle aged man with mustache. He wasn’t wearing armor like his soldier in front of him, but he was wearing a military uniform with royal green color. There was a bronze brooch mounted on the left side of his chest with the form of a bird. The Captain smiled at him and nodded. “Ah yes, Torfo. At ease, soldier. Open your helmet so that I can see you.”

Turner. "I don't remember giving you my name, Chloe." the Captain said quietly. His voice was rough and masculine and even given the tension in the room, in made Chloe's body give a slight thrill to hear her name. "I can read a uniform. I definitely don't remember giving you mine," she returned with just a bit of defiance. He didn't scare her. "I can use a school directory." Captain Wolfe focused on Chloe, the heat of his golden eyes burning straight into her soul.

The feeling is similar to being targeted by a cold-blooded snake that is purely full of evil with no warmth or thoughts. The great black wolf’s back tingled and he instinctively jumped to the side while steadily looking back at his original position. Venom is still lying face down on the ground while emitting whimpers due to the two broken thighs that was caused by Samel, and on his original position is the captain that is now floating with the use of the black tentacles that are curled around the surrounding trees. The captain looks disgusting and menacing at the same time. And he seems to be incoherent as only growls and roars would escape his mouth, showing those blackened canines with sw

He even spotted a few marsh hares busy as they felled the varied flora of the Suha. “You got time Froster? Was hoping to get an extra pair of eyes when checking on these documents. Something doesn’t feel right.’” The Captain trailed off as she walked back to the galley, his commanding officer getting lost in her thoughts was something he found strange. Though she was no Dragonwolf, she was an officer of the Voltiirs. That much was clear. “You comin Lieutenant? I know you find it hard to understand metaphors, but an extra pair of eyes means I need help.” Captain Likaya had popped her head from the door as she called for her second in command. “Yes mam, I understand metaphors.”