Clone Trooper Captains Novels & Stories

I felt sorry for him, being a captain of a great football team entails a lot of responsibilities, commitment and expectations from what I've seen. "I really admire your strength and like you said 'you won't trade it for anything' So just keep doing your thing and enjoying it, cause there comes a time when you can't do it anymore, and I'm sure you won't regret it, okay?" I tried to be comforting and encouraging which I'm not good at. Ugh. I hope I made sense though. "Yea. Listening to you speak is a good feeling too" he said which made me smile and I felt a little hopeful

to Tellis who let out a light but hearty laugh which is reciprocated by the Captain. By now, Froster realized there was only three more left to introduce. If his count was right, thirteen members of the squad had already expounded their pastimes with the Captain. Save for Sergeant Wriixer and Corporal Lacadeos who both were at the ship as pilot and engineer. Respectively. “Corporal, the Captain wishes to ask you a question.” Lacadeos had already interacted with Likaya, he was the team’s resident Gearbane specialist. “Mam” Lacadeos produced a crisp salute.

I looked around and saw a tall, muscular guy with dark hair walking out of the shadow. I recognized him. He was the captain of the school football team, a blazing sports star that was famous across the country, playboy number one, and practically a male whore. Lucas Sigler. He was wearing a tailored suit, which fit him perfectly everywhere except the part of his upper arms. It took me a while to figure out that Lucas Sigler was actually talking to me because he walked straight at me in front of everyone. "You..." He lowered his head and stared at me, looking intense.

“Let’s eat first.” *** In the South Light Army. Ethan Hunt had just dismissed the troop and wanted to return to his dormitory. However, he met another person on the way. The Captain General in the South Light Army, Lucian Truscott. The position of Captain General in the army was above the Lieutenant Colonel. Above it was the Admiral. However, the Sword Camp had a special status in the South Light Army. Therefore, even though Lucian Truscott was the Captain General, he still had to be very polite when he met Ethan.

I stepped toward the fire slowly, my gaze sweeping across the camp. Every wolf here had chosen this life. Chosen to stand instead of scatter. Chosen to trust something uncertain. And now I was about to lead them into something even more dangerous. The captains arrived one by one. Six of them. Strong. Loyal. Tested. Tarek stood to my right. Mira to my left. Lysa and Corvin remained slightly behind, silent but alert. I didn’t sit. I remained standing. “We have a target,” I said.

These particular warriors were exceptional in those magic areas. With so many Fae warriors, we were only introduced to the four Captains. Each Captain had a unique story and supernatural ability. There was Vesper, a skilled archer with the power to bend shadows to her will. Next was Malik, a shapeshifter capable of transforming into any animal he desired. Then, we were introduced to Selene, an elemental sorceress who wielded the power of earth. Finally, there was Lysander, whose specialities were determining what the enemy combatants were most likely to do, and creating illusions to confuse enemies.

He lifted his eyes to Barry, his tone as calm as a blade drawn from its sheath: “I am a Warrior of Bayport. I am the Bond-mate chosen by the Bayport Council itself. This injury of my leg was earned at the border, saving lives. And even so, I can still protect Emily. With me, Emily is not a pawn—she is my everything.” My heart jolted. Father had once spoken of a Warrior, three years ago—one who fought alone at the border, slaying three Rogues to save his people, wounded beyond healing, forced to step down. So it had been him all along. Colin caught my gaze, and the corner of his mouth curved. His smile was clean, earnest, like sunlight breaking through frost. “I never thought I’d be granted a

“Ground rules. One: no one's dying in my fucking apartment Two: you shower daily or I hose you down. Three: I’m introducing you to someone.” “No.” “It’s not a rebound thing, I swear. It’s… a plan.” I narrowed my eyes. “Zoe.” She grinned, evil and perfect. “Ever heard of Rowan Parker?” My stomach flipped. Everyone had heard of Rowan Parker. Captain of the Ice Hawks, face like a storm cloud, body like a brick wall, and apparently allergic to relationships. He’d been single for two straight seasons while girls literally threw themselves at him after games.

He almost looks as if he is made of metal. The four commanders sit down across from the Kea females who were first in line, and the announcer clears his voice. "Next up are the Captains. There are quite a few, so ages and achievements will have to be something you find out yourselves, ladies. Let's begin. Capt. Cull- Shikazs, Capt. Moor- Gaimo, Capt. Tilk- Bronkark, Capt. Bolis- Vaal, Capt. Nole- Bronkark, Capt. Terrax- Glortinon, Capt. Het- Makskin...

“Are you planning on staring at me all night, or are you going to hand me a towel?” The mop stick I was holding slipped right off my hand. I had just walked in on the famous hockey team captain, and he was completely naked. I have always hated hockey players, especially the famous ones, and Carter happened to be the most famous player on campus. I never watched his games though to judge how good he was, but he was famous because of his father, Viktor Graham, a hockey legend.