Concordia Captain Novels & Stories

In general, Alex hardly spoke and was positioned as the Football team goal-keeper, while Derek was the quarterback. Cameron on the other hand, was the captain of the Football team. And even though the whole school loved to gossip about who he was dating, it wasn’t much of a question for speculation. Because there was only one girl who was allowed to ride in his car and that girl, was none other than Sarah Parker, the captain of the cheerleading squad and the most beautiful girl in our school.

“You’re all bark and no bite.” Mason’s jaw flexed, color climbed up his neck. “I’ll fuck you up.” Kyle stepped in until their chests were almost touching. The height difference wasn’t dramatic, but the presence was. Kyle carried himself like someone who had never once lost a fight. “I don’t think that’s something you wanna say to your captain.” He reached out, grabbed the front of Mason’s shirt with both hands, and gave it two sharp little tugs like he was brushing imaginary dirt off.

Give me Miller, give me the backup goalie, just give me anyone else in a jersey. The lady started reading the names. One by one, my classmates walked over to the giant players. "Chloe Henderson with Jackson Miller." Chloe gave me a quick, sad look before walking over to a grinning Miller, who immediately started cracking jokes. "Maya Lin," the lady called out, looking down at her paper. "With our captain, Killian Yates." My heart stopped dead in my chest. A few players let out loud, amused whistles. Miller laughed and nudged Killian hard in the ribs. "Look at that, Yates. The captain gets the prettiest girl in the room. Don't scare her away with that mean face."

When Coach started calling names I stood straighter, trying to look calm even though my hands were sweating inside my pockets. “Noel Laurent,” Coach called. I stepped forward. My voice came out steady. “Yes, Coach.” “You’re pairing with the current captain of the Black Wolves. He’s one of our best. Learn from him.” I felt a rush of real excitement for the first time since waking up. The captain. That meant someone respected, someone who had earned the spot. Black Wolves captains were always the cool ones in the videos I used to watch. Maybe this could still work. Maybe I could focus on hockey and push last night into a dark corner of my mind.

Did Hudson talk to him? “Effective immediately,” Coach continued, “Liam Carter is reinstated as starting quarterback and team captain. Hudson....” he turned and clapped a hand on Hudson’s shoulder pad, “...you’re staying on as co-captain. Two heads are better than one when we’re this close to playoffs. You’ll split play-calling duties. Work it out between you. I don’t care how. Just make it work.” Hudson gave one tight nod and didn’t look at me.

I said, not wanting to prolong this as I am getting hyped that my wish has been granted. Cairo and Benedict stood up and saluted their heads at me. I nodded before I turned my attention to the Commander section. I picked Connor, Bricks, Howard, and unfortunately, Morris Highgate. For the captains, I need to pick ten. I picked the other seven Captains that are capable of leading their platoons. The last ones are Colette, Inkstone, and lastly... "Captain Iris." "What?" His Majesty said, panicking. "General Rachelle, are you putting the Princess of Oakplain in the line of the deathbed?" he said angrily.

Full on pounding like they were trying to wake the whole floor. I groaned, rolled over, stumbled to the door in my underwear. Peered through the peephole. Connor. Fuck. Connor was our ace pitcher. 6 '4 " easy, shoulders that looked like they could bench a truck, arms thick from years of throwing heat. Legs like tree trunks, chest that filled out every team shirt until the fabric looked painted on. The dude lived in the weight room. Protein shakes for breakfast, lunch, dinner. Everyone called him Captain Protein behind his back, but to his face it was just Connor or Connie. He was the guy who carried the vibe on the team, always laughing loudest, always ready with a dumb one liner. Right now

The lead Alden war ship drew up parallel, close enough that the captains could shout across the gap between the ships. “We are Estrean merchants,” the Concordian vampire captain called out with a good approximation of the Estrean accent. “On our way to collect fabrics and other merchandise from Concordia.” “We see the flag. Concordia is a dangerous place at this time. It is advisable for you to reconsider your destination,” the Alden captain called back.

My insides churn with a cocktail of emotions, trying to process everything. "Ummmm, coach, I'm not feeling too hot. I'm gonna dip," I mutter, overwhelmed as fuck. I bolt away, making a beeline for the lockers before either of them can say shit, heart pounding. Two captains!? What the actual fuck!? That's not a thing. Captain and Co-Captain is a fucking thing. Stephanie was already Co-Captain. I swap back into my street clothes, grab my shit, and dip, seething with a combo of anger and confusion.

I looked at Coach, seeing the sharp, calculating suspicion burning in his eyes, and I knew I had exactly three seconds to save my scholarship and Jaxson’s entire career. If I told the truth right now, we’d both be off the team before the sun came up. "It's nothing like that, Coach," I started, forcing my voice to stay steady even though my throat felt like it was lined with crushed glass. I shifted my weight, trying to look more injured than guilty, and prayed he’d buy the act. "Jaxson is just... he's the captain. He takes his job seriously, and I'm a highly touted draft pick. He's just hyper-protective because he doesn't want me getting targeted by dirty players or distracted by the media."