Nemesis Captain Novels & Stories

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.”

Strong hands grip my waist to steady me, and a deep, smooth voice says, “Hey, babe. Leaving already?” I look up. Jawline sharp enough to end civilizations. Green eyes colder than a stock market crash. That smug, soul-destroying smirk. Hayden. Freaking. Wolfe. My nemesis. He arches a brow. "You look like you've seen a ghost." “More like a demon," I mutter. A slow grin tugs at his lips. "Good to see you too, squirrel." “Hayden?” Someone comments, their voice laced with disbelief.

"What's wrong? Is there a problem?" The captain looked up, his face grim. "Chloe Greene," he continued, his voice devoid of emotion. An even longer silence. Liam was growing anxious. "Sir, is there an issue? I'm an Alpha, and she's one of the few omegas left. Our ratings should be top-tier." Captain Chris closed the datapad. He glanced at me, then turned his icy gaze on Liam and Chloe. "I'm sorry." Two words, like a bolt of lightning.

“Activate it.” “No.” Seraphine's voice was sharp. “Absolutely not.” Rei turned. “Why?” Seraphine's eyes filled with fear. “Because I know what happens when the Origin Protocol activates.” “What?” “It doesn't control the network.” She looked at Dominic. “It creates a new one.” Rei's blood ran cold. “A new network?” Seraphine nodded. “One connected to every Alpha and Omega descended from the original bloodlines.” Dominic's expression hardened. “How many?”

The team was warming up on the far side, and I could see Ethan among them. “So that’s our captain, who’s decent at serving but terrible at everything else,” Cameron said, pointing to a tall guy with sandy brown hair. “Ethan’s obviously our best player, which is why he gets frustrated with the rest of us pretty regularly. And that’s Jake, who thinks he’s way better than he actually is and argues with the refs constantly.” “What about you?” I asked. “Where do you fit in this disaster of a team?” “I’m mediocre at most things and exceptional at nothing, which makes me the perfect bench warmer,” Cameron said with a self-deprecating grin. “I mostly just try to stay out of everyone else’s way and n

Peter dropped his hands. “You found out more quickly than I expected. That my dear is smart.” Avery looked at him from head to toe, she put her hands on the trigger. “I don't mind blowing off your head. Who are you?” She asked him, her head spinning from what's going on. He only smiled and moved. “I promise you, I will shoot you if you don't stand still and start talking” she said to him already pulling the trigger. “My Name is Arthur Crimson. The leader of the Crimson Red. Nice to meet you.” He said stretching his hands out for a handshake.

~KILLIAN THANE~ Weak. Feeble. Small. If I had pressed a little harder at her neck, the sound of bones snapping would be next. The image of Emilia Monroe’s frightened eyes had refused to leave my mind since the moment in the relic room. It angered me how her scent still lingered and how my wolf had become restless with desire. A desire to claim and savage her whole till all she knew was me.

“Entering their mansion is like walking into the devil’s lair. No man has ever lived who decided to go against the Romano Empire. They’re merciless to their enemies.” “No man, I know,” I echoed and nodded slowly. “I am not a man, and I am not going to make the same mistake that others did. It’s about time they realize what eye for an eye means.” I shook my head and spoke slowly. “They have to pay. I will make them pay. Romanos played Gods for a long time now. It’s about time they see what hell looks like.” “It is not going to be easy, Lilliana.” I knew that it was a war—a war with an invincible enemy.

' 'Do you know the black hunter? 'Who knocked me out?' 'Why did he kill at my club?' 'Did your stalkerish obsession get a bit too high to control you needed to kidnap me?' She's obnoxious more than I thought. 'I do not have an obsession with you.' I stated coldly. 'Then why the questions?' 'I want my answers.' 'Curiosity killed the cat.' she snapped back at me. 'A cat has nine live, Nemesis.' 'That's my name now?' Nemesis. That was the perfect name for her. She was the enemy not any sort of ally in any way.

I want to ask how he knew they were evil, but I already know the answer. Instincts. The same way I healed him all the times he was poisoned. "All of them," he says earnestly. "Deserved Judgment. I am Nemesis. Cleansing the kingdom is what I'm put here to do, and I know evil when I see it. I would never harm an innocent or anyone working for the good of the kingdom. I would never visit death on an ordinary, well meaning subject. My Gamma and Beta? They don't know that they know, but they do. They have seen me in action. And I have never attacked them, Kerris. My doctor? These are all friends. Good people."