Nekoma Captain Novels & Stories

It wasn't even her fault though, the representatives were currently waiting for a meeting that had been postponed twice now. The first time because me, Josh and Mikey had held up Bridget and the second being the video. If I could take notes I would but something told me I didn't need to give everyone a reason to doubt my capabilities or my right to be here overall. Captain Nakumora, the new chief of defence sat quietly on the couch hearing Bridget speak. He was Captain Park's replacement and I didn't really know much about him. But Peter had assured me that he could be trusted before he had left for some duties that Bridget had given him.

Kevin asked, his voice filled with concern. His childlike face as he gobbled his food made him seem more like an innocent child than a warrior. Only the Midnight Seven knew how skilled he truly was, especially in terms of running. This was the main reason their captain, Naya, had chosen him to be part of the team, despite his slowness in other areas. “Don’t worry about them,” Sage said, taking another bite of bread. “They have to find a way to see Captain inside. That’s why we’re out here, just in case she isn’t within the West Wood Pack territory.”

I looked around and saw a tall, muscular guy with dark hair walking out of the shadow. I recognized him. He was the captain of the school football team, a blazing sports star that was famous across the country, playboy number one, and practically a male whore. Lucas Sigler. He was wearing a tailored suit, which fit him perfectly everywhere except the part of his upper arms. It took me a while to figure out that Lucas Sigler was actually talking to me because he walked straight at me in front of everyone. "You..." He lowered his head and stared at me, looking intense.

They would save me for sure. “None of these men knows my name!” he told me coldly. “There are four of them but they call me captain and nothing more. Please, stop talking about my name or I’ll be forced to deal with you harshly.” Then I remembered. The most core value of their organisation was secrecy and I could make him do something he would regret if he got angry. “Oh dear!” I exclaimed. “Your captain’s name used to be Daniel Locke but he bears John Locke right now. He is an adult movie star. Go to p**n hub and search for his name. He is not too popular but he has met some…”

I asked. “They are the biggest pack in the country. Luna Morgan is the Alpha of her former pack. So they basically rule two packs. And if they are under threat, they will band together and we won’t get out of there alive. The Captain’s main goal is to take down that pack. But he has to make sure that everyone who goes in there knows exactly what they’re doing and that’s why we’re training the way we are. Because the Midnight pack is our goal.” He whispered while leaning across the table.

The wind off the water is thick with salt and rot, the scent of old wood and damp ropes curling in the air. The docks reek of fish guts and fuel, the scent thick under the dim glow of scattered floodlights. Men move like ghosts in the mist, unloading crates, counting shipments, exchanging whispers. I move between them, unnoticed at first, until I find the one I’m looking for. Nekopo. A smuggler. A man who deals in things that don’t exist on paper. If a car needed to disappear seven years ago, he would’ve known. He leans against a stack of crates, rolling a cigarette between his fingers. His eyes flick to me, then away, uninterested.

Stella exclaimed angrily. "Don't be intimidated by her, Naomi. She may be the Mayor's daughter, but she can't get away with meddling with my prey this time." Camila's voice was determined to make Zoey's life a living hell. What did Zoey do to Camila to make her dislike her so much? "So Nova was the captain's sister?" I chimed in. "Yeah, she introduced herself earlier, duh. Nova Coney Scott. Who named her child coney? Their family is peculiar," Stella retorted.

"Last night was... a mistake," Alexander said. He walked over to the bed, picking up his watch. His hands were shaking slightly. "It was the adrenaline. The stress. I had too much to drink." "You were sober, Alex," Oliver corrected him gently. "We both were." "Don't call me that," Alexander snapped. He finally looked Oliver in the eye. "I am the captain of the New York Glaciers. I have a reputation. I have sponsors. I can't... I can't do this."

The captain doesn’t even look up, just continues to tend to his task: sharpening a single protracted claw with a silver file. We’re silent, other than the sound of his filing, and I gesture for Niko to take a seat beside me. When we’re finally settled, the captain speaks. “Give me one reason why I shouldn’t just kill you now.”