Romans & histoires Captain Wolfoo

"A Warrior does not draw attention to himself, and yet, here you are like some human celebrity. It is not how we do things." "How was I to know the captain was being followed? I was watching for dark elves and gargoyles. You didn't tell me to keep an eye out for humans, as well." Rhychard had been fuming. Having his picture in the paper was the last thing he wanted, and the pompous elf accused him of doing it on purpose.

She stood still, trying to resist the force but it overwhelmed her and forced her to the ground. "Arrrhh!" She roared as she changed into a Witch-Wolf, as huge as a bear. She jumped around with force, sniffing around her. Some men were sitting at a corner, drinking from some bottles on the floor. They were speaking gibberish as they nodded their head from left to right in rhythm to music playing from a Small stereo. "What is that thing by the corner of the road?" One of them asked with squinting eyes, pointing at a creature by the road.

it was barely more than a whisper, but the captain caught every word and made a mental note to commend her if it worked. The men did exactly what they were told without question. Within an hour, the camp looked as if it had been abandoned at least a day prior. Sylvia was again impressed with the efficiency and loyalty of the captain’s troops. That had been the reason she had looked further into this captain - what kind of man could inspire his troops like that?

Just as he was about to lash out, two people walked in. Shaun had no idea who they were, but Ren, who was a master-level powerhouse, was baffled. He went over in a hurry. “Captain Wolke! What brings you here?” Campian smiled. “I’m here to investigate your company’s forest fires.” Ren was shocked. Why would a minor incident like this warrant a personal visit from a captain of Admiralporium? He introduced the man hastily. “Mr. Cash, this is the eighth division captain of Admiralporium’s Squad 13 in Northspring, Campian Wolke.”

Sounded like trouble. The Captain pressed the tablet with his finger for a little while and then faced Wilson again. "Okay! Can you tell me in detail, how you encountered the one-eyed beasts and escaped?" The Captain, requested with a commanding tone. Wilson spent the next hour telling the Captain about the encounter with one-eyed beasts, the gorilla he fought while trying to escape with Jim and the family and how the wolf did not kill him so that he could open the traveling bag for them. The Captain wanted to interrupt many times but kept his questions to himself until after Wilson was done.

A chilling snarl stilled the air around us as the wolf stalked toward me and the captain. "What are you waiting for?" the captain bellowed to the other three. "F*cking kill it!" The wolf dodged a spear from one of the hunters and a swing of a sword from the next with astounding agility. With one powerful jump, the onyx-furred creature landed on one of the men and went straight for his throat. I squeezed my eyes shut from the horrific scene as the screams of the man turned gargled and then silent. The other two men cried out in fear before running from the clearing. The grip on my hair became lax when the captain took up his sword in both hands to defend himself.

Then, a small stream of yellowish liquid flowed from between his legs and quickly formed a puddle on the ground. This prominent mercenary captain in Flandom, who had been arrogant and overbearing just a moment ago, was now frightened to the point of wetting himself! This was the might of the Wolf King! It was not the Arctic Fox’s fault. How could he have expected that the two seemingly ordinary individuals he encountered while he was far away in Flandom would turn out to be the captain of the Wolf King’s private guard and the Wolf King himself? The probability of this happening was infinitesimal.

He watched me for a long moment, those icy blue eyes studying my face like he was trying to figure me out. The silence stretched until it felt uncomfortable. Noah had stepped back into the kitchen, pretending he wasn’t listening, but I knew he could hear everything. “Alright,” Cole said finally. “There’s something I want you to look into. I have a feeling Damien Holt, that captain from Ridgeview, has a secret relationship with Marcus Vale.” I frowned. “Who’s Marcus Vale?”

“We’ll see how long that fire of yours lasts.” As he reached out to grab me again, a deep growl resonated through the clearing. The leader of the rogues froze, his eyes widening in shock and fury. Out of nowhere, a massive wolf barreled into the clearing, knocking some rogues aside. I immediately recognized the Werewolf. It was the captain of the Storm pack's patrol team.

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.