Nekoma Captain Novels & Stories

“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.”

It was unexpected that the small Green Dragon City Gate would have such an upright soldier on duty! "You—" Jonas covered his face; he was surprised and angered. Then, he pointed at the captain in disbelief. "How dare you hit me? I am the Dokko family's young master from Middle Terra. You are merely a low-ranked captain and a gatekeeper, yet you dared to do this to me?" Jonas was in a rage. He had always been treated with care and respect as the dignified young master, but the captain had felt no qualms when he hit him. He felt a burning shame as if he had been insulted.

Capo hoped that sharing his pain with the Master might bring some relief to the burden he carried within. The vehicle arrived, and the driver hopped out to open the door. Capo, holding his cane and balancing himself, stepped outside while Ramona circled the car, trying to help him. He never used to bring the guards here; he never liked to be watched when he came to meet his companion, Master. As they made their way, Master was sitting on the patio. He placed his phone on the coffee table and looked in Capo’s direction. “Ivankov,” he muttered with a warm smile, but his gaze hardened, watching over at Ramona. She was given a straightforward task to kill Margarita, and what the heck is she doin

Reana said, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. "His name is Kayler. He's the commander of the werewolf territory defense team in Montana. And Kayler is also Harem's nephew." Conal said; a flash of cold and murderous intent appeared on Conal's handsome face. He clenched his fists, regretting that he had missed the chance to kill Kayler.

“Yo, noticed how our captain has been spending more time on his phone, smiling.” They whistled in agreement. My body tightened, my hands freezing. “Probably a new chick,” another said, “his girlfriend doesn’t make him smile this much.” Another inched closer to him. “So who’s the new chick?” Zane knitted his brows. While I? I kept my eyes on my blank screen. The omega on their team flicked his gaze upward. “Or who's the new guy?” Across from them, my spine locked, my heart thumping.

“It's going to be fine. You've got me, and Jackson's just being Jackson. It's not new that you two bicker. Settle it tonight, yeah? He loves you.” I wanted to believe her. But as I stared at the crowded front porch, at the glimpse of a hockey stick logo on someone's jacket, something strange settled in my chest. The hockey team was here. “June…he is here?” I asked, a frown settling on my face. “He is— I am sorry I didn't inform you. I knew you weren't going to bulge. But I am here, Imani.” And he was here. Nicolas Jamieson— the famous hockey player.

I looked up toward the luxury seats above the glass. Orion Kael stood by the railing. He wore a dark suit, but he carried more authority than anyone else in the building. Orion was the team captain, the rich heir to the franchise, and the most dangerous Alpha in the league. He didn't blink. Leaning against the glass, his dark eyes stared right through my helmet, locking directly onto the fast, panicked pulse beating in my neck. I tried to breathe normally to keep up the disguise, but my heart rate spiked. A wave of intense heat flashed through my body, fighting against the bitter medicine. The heavy pressure had broken my defenses. The medicine was wearing off, and the captain was staring ri

“How—how do I do that?” Devin taps the key on the table and pushes it toward me. “Steal his captain’s jersey and leak the team’s playbook. Trust me, our coach hates nothing more than incompetence and recklessness. Those are the two traits he doesn’t want in his captain. If he finds out the team’s guide was leaked online, you can bet Carl will be stripped of his position—and likely kicked off the team. His teammates might even see him as a traitor and turn against him. And what is that asshole without his loyal goons…?” Devin leans back with a shrug, leaving the question hanging. It all makes sense now.

I couldn’t look away from the captain of the Richmond Kings. My thoughts spun wildly, haunted by the face behind that cage helmet. I sucked in deep breaths, though none seemed to be enough. This had to be a dream. I refused to believe that this was my life because I’d done everything possible to avoid this moment. Jameson’s deal with Coach Stetson was supposed to save me from him. How could the universe be this cruel? “If you’re looking for a playmate, Malachar, look closer. You’re the only kid in the room.” I crossed my arms despite my erratically beating heart. “So return my kit. Now.”

"Get back out there, keep your left elbow locked, and finish this game." ​"On your terms, Sasha," Rhys promised, his fingers squeezing mine with a tight, possessive pressure before he stood up. ​He pulled his helmet down, stepped back over the boards, and skated onto the ice for the final twenty minutes of the game. He was the captain of the Seattle Kraken, and he was ready to claim his victory.