Gokaiger Captain Marvelous Novels & Stories

"I just want to talk to you." Mara shove the blade away carefully and in the most respectful way she can as she closes their gap. "I want you to peacefully march away from this small village and let these demons live in peace just like how they did before you stepped in and caused such scenes." The captain stared back at Mara. "No," She replied. "We'll only march away from this area once we send you all back to hell, to the place where you belong." Mara's face suddenly turned emotionless. For some reason, the captain suddenly felt intimidated towards the lady who was acting all kind and innocent.

Keagan raised his hand and made a chopping gesture to cut the photograph that could cut through a tree into two halves. Atticus’ gaze changed slightly. “No wonder all the agents I sent over previously were killed. So, it’s because a master-level powerhouse protects you. “I was wondering how the captain of Team Azure Dracon could take out all of them. “It makes total sense if it’s a master-level powerhouse. Their deaths are justified.” Keagan sneered coldly. “You’re a master just like me, so I believe that you’re not a nobody. My name is Keagan Yale. How about you?”

It stretched nearly 25 feet tall, casting an imposing shadow like that of a descending deity. "The captain of the Weber family's guards?" "He's a martial artist on the verge of peak martial lord!" "The Webers truly are a force to be reckoned with! Even the captain of their guards is this powerful!" The onlookers murmured in fear as their faces turned pale with shock. The black-robed elder glanced at the crowd. A glimmer of pride flickered in his cold eyes. He stepped forward again, his tone filled with icy menace. "I'm Barry Weber, captain of the Weber family's guards."

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.

Bald head And a visible scar ran under his right eye. He smiled. "I was beginning to think you'd never find me." "Who are you?" I snapped. His grin widened. "Just a messenger." He took another step forward. " I bring greetings..." His eyes darkened. "...from our Alpha.”

"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."

“I’m not exactly a sports person.” “You will be after tonight. The energy is addictive. Hawthorne versus Westfield is always brutal—especially because of the captains. Brad Walker versus Sebastian Hale. Pure rivalry.” I raised an eyebrow. “Sebastian Hale?” “Captain of Westfield. Tall, insanely talented, and actually a decent guy from what I’ve heard not the cocky asshole type like Brad and his crew. The stands go wild whenever he’s on the ice. Total heartthrob material.” She winked. “You’ll see why.”

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.”