Nemesis Captain Novels & Stories

“As werewolves, the moon goddess has created us with a beastly nature for our survival. Our wolf is a signature. The frequencies we leave behind once we are long gone and forgotten. Pieces of evidence that we walked the earth and toiled the ground. With this nature will have the right to be rampant. which is our pride. But you are becoming the exception. And the frequencies you create are weaker than those of a human. Do you have anything to say for yourself?’’ Elena feels the need to look at her father. Yet any attempt she makes at raising her head is met with an invisible force that commands her to stay down. “Killing a human is no way of showing strength.’’ There it was again, his fingers

"They managed to find Chinese and Turkish people to send to us. As if we wouldn't know it was them, cretini. They are sending them our way. Of course, I'll mention how to handle them easily. But with my sister-in-law being in here it is going to end up badly and we are going to have problems." "Don't worry, I'll handle it, fratello." Andrea smiled warmly at his eldest brother. "Yeah Brian told me he has already sent men after them and he's been seeing an assassin." he continued with a bored tone. "Assassin?" Ares asked, confused. "Yes, he took your advice. He said that you were right, only by taking them by surprise will you be able to kill him in person." he nodded at his brother, who was n

I shiver at the thought of stooping that low. He really did carry out his threat perfectly. “Dear Mr. Crest, I have considered your offer, and I would like to know whether you would have me back. However, I do have certain demands that must be met if we’re going to proceed. Kind regards, Sydney Poe” I stare at the email for a long moment, wincing at how pathetic I must sound — surrendering like this. Then I hit send. I have been forced to succumb to Xavier’s games. Still, I must hold on to the tiny shred of dignity I have left. If my life is about to change this drastically, then I will demand something in return.

But, after prolonged training, the members of Nemesis were now ruthless and possessed extraordinary combat power. The old generation of Nemesis members such as Sigillum and Dhrishit had all arrived. In addition, the new generation of Nemesis members such as Stephen Cole, Matthew Collins, Jamie Sunder, and Torbert Octavius had come to Thailand too. In total, there were thirty-three members of Nemesis, each of whom was a supreme fighter capable of defeating hundreds.

Chapter 38 If Jake was right, who would want to do something this cruel and go as far as taking my life? The answer to that question was far from coming. The only enemy I had was Jason, but taking my life was too brutal. Jason was evil, no doubt, but he wouldn’t go that far… would he?

She began programming the second iteration of Icarus something she called [Nemesis Protocol]. If Icarus was the wings to fly, then Nemesis was the sword to strike. The real war had only just begun. END OF CHAPTER 25..

“What an interesting choice.” The captain was taken aback by the comment, and floundered a response. “I, er, was I mistaken?” he stammered. “I apologize… I, uh, what should I call you?” “Whatever suits you,” Lucifer said, and waved off the question dismissively. The mercenary captain looked around nervously at his officers in search of answers, but none of them had one for him. Instead, the captain cleared his throat and adjusted his stance. “I… look, I understand that you love to play games,” said the captain, “but now isn’t the time. Our fleet’s taking a serious beating. If this keeps up, we’re gonna lose our charge, and our contract’s gonna get voided. We can’t afford that.”

“You’re all bark and no bite.” Mason’s jaw flexed, color climbed up his neck. “I’ll fuck you up.” Kyle stepped in until their chests were almost touching. The height difference wasn’t dramatic, but the presence was. Kyle carried himself like someone who had never once lost a fight. “I don’t think that’s something you wanna say to your captain.” He reached out, grabbed the front of Mason’s shirt with both hands, and gave it two sharp little tugs like he was brushing imaginary dirt off.

“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.”

“What does that have to do with me?” “She's hungry.” I nodded slowly. “And?” Olivia gave me the kind of sympathetic look usually reserved for people walking toward their own execution. “Good luck.” She walked away. I stood there for a moment. Then I knocked. “Come in.” I opened the door. Neveah was sitting behind her enormous desk, staring at her laptop. She looked exactly like the woman who had spent fifteen years trying to defeat me in every competition life could invent. Her hair was neatly pulled back, she wore a fitted black blazer over a cream blouse, and her expression suggested she had already prepared several insults for my arrival.