Concordia Captain Novels & Stories

We will wait here. I moved toward the barrier dividing the crowd from the field. Almost instantly Cullen saw me and skated to the side upon finishing a pass. “Hey”, he said, then briefly removed one glove. I answered, grinning, "Hey." “How are you feeling?” “Focused,” he just said. "We simply have to keep our minds clear today." For a while, I inspected his face. There was determination there as well as calm. Captain mode was already upon him. “You'll do well,” I muttered. "Just bear in mind not to tote everything on your own."

“Jax Rivera? What are you doing here? This is a private facility for the Silver Eagle.” Jax leaned against the doorframe, completely unfazed. “I am here to see Dr. Vance. I had a small injury and heard she’s the best. Figured I should come straight to the source.” Dr. Timothy’s eyes narrowed as he turned back to me. “Aria, do I need to remind you that you signed a contract with this team? The Iron Vipers are our rivals. You cannot be treating their players like this. It creates conflicts of interest.” I kept my voice steady. “I will handle it, sir. It’s just a quick assessment and nothing more.”

"Yeah, she's really coming into her own. And the college is doing great things. We've got some of the best minds in the werewolf world here." We arrived at the college, and Conrad led me into a large auditorium filled with students. Eleanor was on stage, chatting with a group of students, and she grinned when she spotted us. Conrad stepped up to the microphone, and the room fell silent. "Hey everyone, can I have your attention?" The students turned to face him, curiosity etched on their faces. "As you know, I've recently taken on a new role as your Beta," Conrad said, his voice confident and clear. "I'm honored to be leading this pack, and I want to assure you all that I'm committed to makin

“I think we all feel the same.” I nod, forcing myself to move on from it and lifting my eyes again to meet his. “Are the captains the same?” “No, actually,” Luca says with a grimace. “Heggardy and his co-captain are back amongst the general draft pool and there are four teams this time. Each only with one captain.”

Doing it in Denver, with this team, was headline news. Jeremy continued, “I’m also proud to announce your 2004 team captains, as voted by the players themselves. On offense: Trisha Steinmetz. On defense: Alexandra Jordan and Morty Sample, co-captains. And on special teams: Heather Wammack.” The captains stood, each receiving their jersey and a handshake from Jeremy and Jenifer. The pride in the room was palpable. “Now,” Jeremy said, “Jenifer, the captains, and I will take your questions.”

I braced my body for his physical impact, but his hands never actually touched me. Before Caleb could close the distance between us, a very tall, broad-shouldered man stepped directly between us and completely blocked Caleb’s path. I immediately recognized the dark hair and the massive physical build of Connor Blake, the highly respected captain of the college ice hockey team. Connor stood completely still, displaying a calm but incredibly dangerous presence that made Caleb freeze instantly in his tracks. "Is there a specific reason why you are harassing my girlfriend on the public sidewalk, Mercer?" Connor asked, his voice sounding incredibly cold and entirely steady.

“Brad, how was your game? I heard Hawthorne played Westfield today.” Brad hung his head low, poking at his food. “It was a good game. Though…” He didn’t need to finish. If Brad had won, he’d be flaunting it, replaying every highlight. The humble tone said everything: they’d lost. I stayed quiet, not wanting to rub salt in the wound. Carlos turned to me instead, his expression more measured. “Sebastian, I heard your hockey team made you captain. You’re making Westfield proud.” “Yes, sir,” I replied evenly. “I love playing. It’s always been my dream to make it far, finals, maybe even scholarships.”

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

She was pregnant, very obviously pregnant under her white dress. Easton had this look on his face, this huge, beaming smile that I had never, ever seen on him in the two whole years we had been together. It completely broke something inside me as I raised my hand and slapped my own cheek, hard, over and over. “Wake up,” I told myself, but the pain was real, and the lights didn't fade, and the tears just kept falling freely down my face, blurring everything. They reached the front, and the pack priest stepped forward, his voice booming over the silent crowd. “Do you, Easton, take Brenda to be your true mate and Luna forever?”

Jace walks up to him first, greeting him like they already know each other. “Picasso,” Jace says, reaching out his hand. “Jace,” the coach replies, shaking it. “Good to see you.” They exchange a few words before the coach’s gaze shifts to me. “Aurel is good on ice,” he says, nodding slightly. Jace lets out a small laugh. “Of course he is. He was the captain of Ice Reapers.” I roll my eyes slightly at that but don’t say anything. Treyvon shows up beside me, clapping a hand against my shoulder.