Captain Wolfoo Novels & Stories

This is how it ends. The captain stands at the prow, his presence like a slash across the horizon. Tall and menacing, his coat whipping in the wind like a dark banner. A scar cuts across his face, bisecting it like the blade of an enemy. One eye is clouded, milky and unseeing. But the other? The other gleams with sharp intelligence and ruthless intent.

"Yes sir he is dead. We do not need to worry over him again boss. We will take him out" "Yes take him out and any of the pack warriors seen again must be killed, am I heard. Our Alpha has directed us we must do as said" the Captain warrior said to his men "Okay, Captain" they said. "Check the other rooms," the captain said. What, they could not see me, and I was right here in the middle of them. It was then that it was dawned on me that it was not real "I was not real, is this a revelation" I said to myself. "I hope not"

The she-wolf got up not so briskly, spending precious seconds on it. Howl. And a new player on the field. New enemy or help? Dark gray skinned, it bristled and snarled before attacking. A jump - and now he repels the wolf from the she-wolf. He jumped to his feet and grappled with a new opponent. When the she-wolf pounced from behind, he released the first wolf and threw her aside. My two defenders again prepared to attack, but the stranger, bristling, retreated, and while there was an opportunity, he disappeared into the forest. He did not fight against two werewolves.

Still, I couldn't imagine any of the werewolves of the Dark Crescent Moon pack could be this cruel toward the creatures of the ocean, the very element that had been protecting our pack from the whole world. From the corner of Carie's eyes, we watched Loid growling in anger as he stepped out of the car. Before he could come near, Carie wagged her tail hard and hit the captain where the sun didn't shine. Clutching onto his balls, the Captain fell on the ground, groaning in pain.

He’s a gigantic man with a rough, craggy face that doesn’t look like it’s seen a smile for twenty years. But I can’t think about that now - my head still spins, and I do my very best to keep my eyes forward and concentrate on walking as my body begins to adjust, not allowing myself to be distracted by my surroundings or by my stupid wolf, who is howling at me – begging me to go find them, to hunt them down, to strip off my uniform right now and – The Captain scowls around at us, clearly displeased with our disorder. “Fall in,” he snaps. “It’s time for your first examination.”

Without hesitation, the majestic wolf beneath him turned on its heels, and his loyal subordinates, bound by years of allegiance, placed their trust in his judgment. "Leave them behind! We won't bear responsibility for these fools," the captain commanded sternly. Amidst the chaos, the beastmen scattered in desperation, driven by the primal urge to quench their thirst, only to meet meaningless ends in various ways. What appeared to be a formidable force had crumbled, all thanks to the cunning tactics employed by the humans. Despite his curses directed at the humans, a begrudging admiration stirred within the captain's heart. It was incredulous that a war could be won with such minimal effort,

She always has a new gist whenever we talk. I pulled off my clothes and took a quick shower. Once I was done I tried to do my assignment, and when that didn't work cause I was a bit distracted by images of a certain captain, I turned on my laptop to read a book and when that didn't work either, I simply gave up and lied down to sleep. And was inevitably assaulted with dreams about a dark skinned, curly haired captain. So much for being calm and getting a good nights sleep. Thanks for reading Please,

“What are you waiting for? You’re going to get soaked.” Wondering again if one of the both of them was losing a few nuts he joined her. Matthew Wolffe. Nicknamed the Wolf. Self-made and successful. And he was running in the streets alongside a laughing nurse who caught his attention singing soulfully at a club. She was laughing as she shielded her head from the rain, dodging passersby. Before long they were in front of her apartment. She led him through the doors and up the steps to her apartment. They were both dripping wet by the time they got into the warmth of her home. She left his side and turned on the lights. A puppy with light brown fur danced around her legs.

They curled at his sides like he was gripping back a storm. “Everything okay, Captain?” I added, keeping my voice even. He didn’t speak. Instead, he stepped forward. One step. Two. Three. Until there was no space left between us. I had to crane my neck to meet his eyes, and when I did—my breath hitched. They weren’t blue. Not anymore. They were glowing. Not like contacts. Not like tricks of the light. But glowing. Gold. Bright. Flickering like fire trapped in ice. And something behind them—a hunger, a voice, something not human—watched me.

Even though he was calming me to get through this part of the mission, my shaking subsided, and I relaxed against his body. “All right,” said the captain. “You’re free to go.” “At long fucking last,” Wulfie grumbled. “Beowulf,” she said. “What?” he spat. “Any further complaints from women that you scammed a bed for a night and failed to deliver the goods, and you’ll be spending the next few months in a cell.” “Hobosexual,” someone else spat. “Did she say hobo?” I asked Beki. My wolf was too frightened to answer.