Fallen Captain Destiny Novels & Stories

I said as Sebastian handed me the gun he had. "No no, don't kill me, Tristan. You are my nephew. What my brother would have done if he would be alive?" De Leon started begging me and I started laughing. "If my father would have done it before you pulled the trigger, he would be standing right here, beside me. Goodbye, forever." I said and I pulled the trigger. The bullet went through De Leon's head and he fell on the ground. Just with me, Nickon also pulled the trigger. He shot the captain ten times on his chest. He also fell on the ground.

“Not just as a broken girl. Not even as the heir to a forgotten throne. But as what you created. The ghost you failed to destroy. The storm you thought you could chain.” Destiny hasn’t abandoned me. No—she’s sharpening her blades. Circling like a predator through time, waiting for the right moment. And when it comes, when the stars align and the moon dares rise again—I won’t just fight. I’ll end him.

"The old Don...he knew...about the Cator...and the true heir." Flashes of images split her head in agony. Cinthye gripped her temple with curled shut fists. His eyes rolled back and the silence was enough to inform them another hero fought well. The medic was too late. Captain Marco a loyal soldier to the Voss clan was officially gone. His cryptic words hung in the air drawing another piece to the puzzle of the past they were about to unravel. A secret died with him, the war took the price for what they wanted to acquire.

Gavin gives his sword and asks Owen to accept his request. Owen trembled, he could not understand why he had to kill the captain who had saved them from that hole. However, something inside of him prompted him to do it. Owen froze, his face pale. He didn't know what to believe right now. If Captain Gavin turned out to be unaffected by the demon and he killed him, that would be very regretful. However, if he is Captain Gavin who is really influenced by the demon and he keeps him alive, then all their desperate struggle will be in vain because it is certain that they will die before they find the gates of hell.

I hid my face in Daniel’s chest as the traitor laughed at my expense along with the intruders. We went through a lot in the past. Sometimes together. Sometimes alone but we still faced it head on and conquered every problem. The result of the struggle, our beautiful family. Our wonderful pups. The loving friends we have that are more like family and our delightful packs. I can say the struggle and pain was worth it if the end result is this beautiful. There is no way to change the past or to predict the future. But we can surely make an effort in the present and work towards a better future. Destiny is not something that is bound to happen. It is something we work hard for, to make it happen

I threw my threads wide, silver slicing through three more before they could circle us. But for every one that fell, five rose. Their voices hissed in the storm, layered, wrong: “Open. Open. Open.” The pass shook. Stone cracked above us. And then he came. The captain stepped out of the wall of shadow like he’d always been there, half-burned, half-rotting, the grin still carved into his ruined face. His eyes caught the stormlight and held it—black fire, silver hunger, endless. “You bleed so beautifully together,” he rasped. “Door and key. Curse and thread. Every strike you make only opens me wider.”

"Motherf*cker! What did you do?" Asher punched the captain's face, but the captain seemed to have been petrified. He did not resist but just murmured endlessly that they were doomed. "Trash…" Asher scolded the captain. The control room was on the first floor, so he could not stay in such a dangerous spot anymore and ran out. The captain sat on the floor. He tried briefly just now, but more than half of the control system of the cruise was gone. Hence, he could not sail it for even one nautical mile, and now the water had gotten into the cruise.

With only a chuckle, I wave him off, “Yes, I know. Chasing a new dream again, or should I say my destiny.” He looks at me with very sincere eyes, “Why does it seem that they are all broken. Where do you find yourself going this time?” I glance over to Tyler that is busy filling up the car, “Taking the broken man where he really wants to be.” “So he is still broken?” “I think I might have just broken him more than he was before.” “But,” he points to my belly, “There is hope at least.” “Yes, let us just hope that it is enough.”

The captain's smile was chilling, his words dripping with disdain. "The curse is your destiny," Captain Marcus Drago declared. "Some fates cannot be escaped." His confidence was unnerving, a poison that threatened to seep into their minds. But Amelia refused to let it take hold. She glanced at Gabriel, at Lucas, saw the fire in their eyes. They were not beaten, not yet.

They don't need anyone other than themselves when fighting, like- you can challenge them when they're alone and there's nothing wrong with it. However, it shouldn't be done this time around as it will be seen as a sudden attack. There's also records about how they lived before but what caught my attention is that one empire lost to Alpha Alejandro's ancestors. They fell into ruin because of betrayal… How pitiful… I continued reading the entire book and didn't notice that it's almost sunset, I wouldn't notice if only a female servant didn't knock on the door and brought my food. "Thank you…" I'm hesitant to thank her because she's one of those servants who just watched while Giselle is bullyi