Clone Captains Novels & Stories

he finally announced dreadfully. “What?” “She?” “Is this a joke?” “So now we are accepting girls?” The boys complained. “Why? Are you scared I might beat you?” I quirked back. “She’s feisty” one of them remarked. “Emory” Coach Jude called and he stepped forward. “This is Emory, he is the captain of the hockey team” “What’s up princess?” He muttered. Coach turned to look at me, “You wanna join the team, I will give you a chance, if you can score a goal against him, then you are free to join the team”

The kind of man who liked being admired more than being loved. Not that it mattered to Arial. I’d caught her more than once ogling magazines with his half-naked pictures on the cover. His low-slung pants, that smug grin, and abs carved like they’d been sculpted by the Moon Goddess herself. Back then, he’d been a model. But after he inherited his father’s title, Alpha of the Bloodfang Pack, he’d traded the runway for the throne. The first car to stop was a sleek black Mustang. Alpha Jake stepped out…The Moon Howl Pack’s Alpha is from the western territory, just three hours away.

William and the knights suddenly became alerted and their hands tightly gripped around the handle of their swords. The mysterious men and women stood in front of us. The man in a long black coat with hair that fell on his shoulders reached out his hand to my father to shake it. “Lord Zakariah Bathory,” he introduced himself as his eyes glinted into a red hue for a second. “The Clan of the Blood Moon is delighted to be here,” he added as his lips formed a smile. A smile that was wide enough that I was able to see his sharp fangs.

“I found the princess. She’s in the entryway of the castle. Bring Michael, and come and collect her so I can hunt down the king.” “Yes, Alpha,” Curtis says immediately. I continue to stand there, locking eyes with the princess as she keeps her chin held high, looking into my wolf eyes, but I know she’s almost at her breaking point. All around us, her people are screaming and howling as they are ripped to shreds. It’s got to be excruciating for her. Maybe her father will finally learn his lesson about getting on my bad side. It only takes a few moments for Curtis and Michael to arrive. They have silver cuffs with them, which they used to bind her wrists and ankles. The silver will prevent her

My hair was still damp and the air seeping into the bathroom suggested we were in a cold area. With nothing else to do than stand awkwardly while the brother's chatted discreetly, I decided to make the best out of my situation and observe the distinct features of my captors. The one who brought me here, clad in an Armani and possibly the most dangerous of the trio had a ring on his thumb with the insignia of a crow. Jonas, the second one wore a jacket, faded old jeans, and boots. His most distinct feature was the jarring scar spread across his cheek to his neck. The third was the girl that would not stop sulking. She looked like a fighter. Her clothing complimented it. She was in a grey cami

I stared at the building, my eyes following the big black flag hanging from the very top with what was the clan banner embroidered on it. It was the embroidery of fangs with two crossed swords and a feral eagle head in the middle, cool and terrifying. After standing there for some time, my legs itched to move but not back into the carriage, they itched to move away from the carriage and into town. And I let my legs lead me against my own will with puppy Orian threading behind me as thrilled as ever.

For a moment my expression softened, then shifted into something more thoughtful. “You know the rule,” Kane reminded me. “Humans who see the Alpha doing the ” “I know the rule,” I cut in. My tone was sharp enough to make him fall silent. After a beat I exhaled. “The Council will intervene if I don’t handle it soon.” “So what’s the plan?” I didn’t answer. I just stared at Claire’s photograph — her face, those eyes — something about it nagged at me. Finally I leafed to the last page.

God, I hope they don’t take it the wrong way, or I’ll puke out my internal organs right here. I left Damian standing there, his jaw practically on the ground. That’s right! Be… jealous? I stopped walking and turned to look at him. When I caught him still staring, he immediately looked away and walked toward his new partner—Jay. Oh, he’s lucky. Jay’s a good guy. But not as good as me! I’m the perfect partner for everything around here. "Hey, princess! Get your ass over here before I drag you!" Zack’s voice boomed across the camp.

Instinctively, I surged forward to block her arm, ready to throw my weight into her and end this once and for all. “That is enough! Both of you!” A booming command echoed across the courtyard, shattering the confrontation instantly. Before either of us could react, a tall, authoritative figure stepped directly between us, using a firm arm to push Mirabelle back while putting a hand out to stop my advance. It was one of the senior panelists on the board. His face was stern, his eyes flashing with deep disappointment as he looked back and forth between the two of us. “Have you both completely lost your minds?” He demanded, his strict voice cutting cleanly through the morning quiet. “You are on

Where did all your confidence go now, Marco? "Boys, bring in my baby and strap him in". As I finish speaking, Marco's eyes widen in terror, and he tries to struggle against the restraints again. However, his body is weak and battered, and he can barely muster the strength to move. The guards move swiftly to comply with my orders, and soon they return with her, my beautiful baby. She is called "Kop'yo iskupen'ya" and otherwise known as "The Spear of Atonement". The instrument look like a chair with restraints, but the most beautiful qualities are the drills. There are two drills for both knees, two at the chest and one for the stomach.