Gokaiger Captain Marvelous Novels & Stories

the captain asked, puzzled, eyes glued to the iPad. While the captain focused on his Ipad, he never let Kaizer out of his sight. That calm, impenetrable poker face returned, a shield masking whatever was brewing behind it. Anyone else would have trembled. Anyone else would have cracked under the weight of suspicion. But Kaizer? He was a storm held in check. “Did... did I say Kaizer Salvador?” the captain asked confused, looking at his peers. “You just said Kaizer Salvador,” he said, voice sharp. Kaizer immediately turned to him, bowing.

A voice came out, causing a hush of silence in the room. Out of the shadows, stepped the least person I expected. He looked way different from how I knew him. And this was the second time I was seeing him today. Jason Myers. What was the captain of the hockey team doing here? In a place surrounded by such men? The fat man's face had instantly turned white. “Mr. Myers. I didn't know she had an affiliation with you.” He stammered, instantly letting go of my hair. Jason's eyes narrowed, “Now you do, and that hand…” his gaze zeroing on the man's hand.

"C-Commander! Four goblin captains! Killed!" "What?" "Sigh, it appears that magic is far too powerful-" "No! There is no magic! Nothing but swords! The person defeated all four captains with a sword!" "Is there no magic? That is simply not possible. In a close combat battle, it is impossible to take out the goblin captain so quickly." The goblin commander's suspicion was justified. A goblin captain was significantly more powerful than a goblin footman, and only one in a thousand mutated goblins would ever have the opportunity to become a goblin captain.

the voice barked. "The ledger is secured, but the decryption key is with the boy," Roman said, his voice clipped and professional, completely masking the agonizing pain he was in. "Change of plans. Release the captain. Let him walk out of the warehouse. We're bringing the rookie to Pier 44 to unlock the drive." There was a long, agonizing pause on the other end of the line, the sound of the ocean wind whipping through the microphone, before the gruff voice finally grunted. "Copy that. The hockey player is being cut loose. Bring the kid."

A couple fighters hit pads in the corner their grunts mixing with the smack of leather. An old Russian man waited on a bench in the back. White beard thick. Shoulders still strong. Scars covered his hands. He looked up and his face went tight when he spotted Kade. "Volkov," he said voice like gravel. "You bring Ryder here? The captain? This is dangerous ground." Kade sat down fast and pulled me onto the bench next to him. Our legs touched. "Pavel he has to know. Tell him about Nikolai. All of it."

When I reached the door, I took a deep breath and knocked three times. “Come in,” a familiar voice called from inside. I opened the door and stepped in. Sitting across from Principal Hargrove was a ridiculously hot guy with dark, slightly tousled hair and striking dark green eyes. I recognized him instantly. Sebastian Hale. Westfield’s captain. The one who had dismantled Hawthorne’s offense on Friday night and smiled at me afterward like he actually saw me.

Captain snapped his fingers out of excitement. Smart nudged the tall man by his ribcage and coughed subtly. “Oh, I mean… nice to meet you, I am the captain of the Mandrill Monkey. You can call me Captain. Nice meeting you, Your Excellency Hisoka.” “Sure, yeah.” He waved it mindlessly. “So, shall we start?” He massaged his hands simultaneously to show them that he wasn’t playing around. “I will draw out every misdeed that the Kings ever did to our Holiness.”

“I refused.” Alexander Vale appeared. He was younger but unmistakable. He stepped between Mara and the guards. “I'll take responsibility for the child,” he said in the recording. Mara shook her head. “You don't understand.” “I understand exactly.” “No. You don't.” Mara looked terrified. “If they find out Dominic has already responded to her…” Rei's heart stopped. The recording ended. Silence. Dominic stared at the blank hologram. “What does that mean?” Voss smiled faintly.

“This is your new sect. They will not like you and that's totally fine cause I didn’t ask them to.” She raised a hand and two guys stepped forward. One was tall with dark, braided hair, caramel skin, and a scar running from his jaw to his neck like someone once tried to silence him and failed. The other was lean, a little shorter, his violet eyes sharp and dangerous, with a quiet smirk that said I could kill you and make it look like an accident. Morgana gestured lazily. “This is Kianl, your captain. And that’s Rowan, your vice. You’ll answer to them... if you survive.”

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.“​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​