Clone Trooper Captains Novelas e Histórias

I forced my boots to move, stepping over the piles of broken glass to follow the line of our warriors. The hallway was a scene of total chaos. The three vampire captains in their long black coats were trying to fight, their elegant steel swords flashing in the dim red emergency light. They were fast, but without their tracking grid and their heavy backup drones, they were completely outnumbered. Magnus slammed the butt of his heavy rifle into the face of the first captain, shattering his fangs into bloody pieces, while two northern scouts tackled the second one into the wall. The third captain looked at the line of sixty howling wolves advancing down the corridor.

Predatory. “Well,” he said softly, almost amused. “Didn’t expect you to find this room.” There was a blade in his hand — curved, sharp, dripping something dark. I stumbled back. “What— what the hell is this?” He tilted his head, smile widening. “Justice.” “ What justice? For who?” He took a step closer. “For her.” My eyes darted back to the man hanging. “Who is he?” “A traitor,” Lucian said simply. “He broke one of our laws. Sold information to hunters. And worse—” His tone darkened. “He touched what he wasn’t supposed to. He molested a child”

He turned back with the particular body language of someone who has been holding something and has decided this is the moment to put it down. He looked at me. He smirked. “I guessed we all need a new captain.“​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

My Capos, or Patrol Leaders—as they’re called in the shifter community—called their people to them, taking charge of their crews. In our Pack, each Patrol Leader is a Capo, and they’re in charge of a group that works together. Each group had duties to perform. “Are you okay?” I asked Brenna, looking into her gorgeous eyes. She nodded. “I will be, once we capture or kill Darius Snow.” I nodded. “Stay here. I have more business to attend to, but we’ll have dinner tonight and talk.” She arched an eyebrow. “You’re not asking me to?”

He snapped a wrist shot into the top corner of the net so hard the black puck rattled violently inside the twine. Ethan slammed his stick against the plexiglass in celebration, cheering. Damon coasted backward, turning toward the stands to wipe sweat from his brow with his glove. His dark eyes scanned the perimeter until they locked onto me standing by the tunnel. Even from fifty feet away across a crowded ice rink, I saw his entire demeanor shift. The ruthless, cutthroat captain melted away. A tiny, quiet smile touched his lips—a private, subtle look meant entirely for me. My betraying heart gave a sudden, painful flutter. I couldn't help it. I smiled back.

He was sizing up the American wolves, his head defiantly high, he was the ultimate King of the werewolves after all. “You have a rogue accompanying you today?” his question was simply that, however I saw the other two wolves drop their heads submissively, not really wanting to enlighten the situation or association with the captain, and honestly this intrigued me. Boldly, and courageously, the rogue Capitan took a step forward and extended his hand to the King. “Captain Ryder Reed, US Marines, at your service, your majesty.” Alpha Ethan accepted his hand, as the young man cordially bowed over his hand. Ethan raised his eyebrows and I saw his thick mustache twitch.

(Captain Rolfe Hardy) “Hohooho~..tough luck my friend…I want to join in too..but, well..I am now a Captain in the Resource Ministry…so…let’s just sit back here and enjoy these moment eh~..seems like there is a lot of able people here these time..”.(Captain Teranak Thickhide)

"As you command, Alpha." As the day wore on, Vitale kept a subtle eye on their reluctant guide. Axel stuck close to Zoe, seeming comforted by her gentle nature. Vitale was impressed by his courage - the boy could easily have slipped away, yet he remained willing to help. It spoke to the trauma he had endured, that returning to these mysterious captors was a worse fate than braving the unknown with strangers. When the medical team arrived with two of their most skilled healers, Vitale pulled the leader aside briefly to explain the situation. Kota's eyes darkened with rage at the news, but he simply nodded.

Suddenly, Roberto called out from the darkness. "Captain Terry!" His voice was sharp, cutting through the stillness of the night as figures began to emerge from the surrounding trees. Captain Terry, a hardened guerrilla leader known for his ruthlessness, stepped forward, flanked by his men. They had come running at the sound of the explosions, ready to assist. Terry’s sharp eyes immediately took in the situation—the defeated Japanese soldiers, the bodies strewn about, and the few captives still alive. His jaw clenched with grim satisfaction.

He approached the chief and captain who grinned. I smiled when Trizhor raised his hand as if shaking hands. "Hmm. By the way, I'll just introduce myself. Hello, Captain and Chief. I am Trizhor Ailorre, the rank 1 and the creator."