Post Captain Novels & Stories

Elijah chided, though there was more affection than anger in his tone. He held her tight, as if afraid she might slip away from him. "You're going to live. We still have a lifetime together." Such sweet words. Unfortunately, they weren't meant for me. I doubted I was included in the future he spoke of. Just then, an urgent voice crackled through the boat's radio. "Captain Jensen, come in! This is Staff Captain Oscar Baker. We've completed the headcount, but one person is missing. We're turning back to look for them."

Oh my God. It dawned on me at that moment… Lucas already lost the captain's title… There's no way Coach is letting Kianeffing Maddox go. “Everyone gather around.” The coach's voice came as he hugged Scott, “That's my boy. I am really proud of you.” “And to everyone on the team. We have our new MVP and captain of the team. Kian Maddox.” The coach announced. The rink erupted with cheers and whistles. Lucas threw his helmet on the floor, getting everyone's attention.

"New one fights. Media sees that. Fans see that." Christian hung up after last warning. I looked out window. Cameras flashed below. Frenzy raged but I felt right. The apartment quiet now except my thoughts. Captain made choice. Paid price. Ready for whatever came next.

“Kian.” “No. I heard you.” He dropped his hand. He looked at the water instead of me. I wanted to take it back and I wanted him to stay shut and I wanted a third thing I did not have a name for. The radio on my belt crackled. Dispatch, then the dock, then a voice I had not heard in ten years and would have known in a hurricane. “Vance Maritime, this is Damian Ashcroft. I need your captain on this channel. Now.”

"I didn't realize you could hear." "I couldn't hear words. Just tone. You sounded like you were having an actual conversation instead of a captain-winger conversation." "There's a difference?" "Huge difference," Reyes said. "I've had both kinds with him. Trust me, there's a difference." "What kind did you have?" "The captain-winger kind. Mostly. A little of the other kind too, now and then, when he decides to be human about something." He shrugged. "You get the other kind a lot more often than the rest of us. Just an observation."

“Mr. Cash, this is the eighth division captain of Admiralporium’s Squad 13 in Northspring, Campian Wolke.” Shaun, who was flabbergasted, quickly greeted the man. “Nice to meet you, Captain Wolke!” Campian greeted him back amiably. “Nice meeting you too, Mr. Cash. No need to be so courteous.” “Nice to meet you, Captain Wolke. I’m Bryce Jupp.” Bryce smiled politely, sounding incredibly courteous. He could not help it. Campian’s position as a captain was no weaker than a city’s leader simply in terms of his authority.

“This is none of your business.” Just then, a voice came blaring from the walkie-talkie. “Yes, I copy. Good day, Paxis Pontellius, captain of the Imperial Piletan Navy and descendant of a mighty politician. I have specifically ordered you not to call me until the boy has led to you Del Cealus and you have arrived there. “I hope that this is the case because otherwise, you will be punished severely. On which part of the floating island are you, Paxis?”

These particular warriors were exceptional in those magic areas. With so many Fae warriors, we were only introduced to the four Captains. Each Captain had a unique story and supernatural ability. There was Vesper, a skilled archer with the power to bend shadows to her will. Next was Malik, a shapeshifter capable of transforming into any animal he desired. Then, we were introduced to Selene, an elemental sorceress who wielded the power of earth. Finally, there was Lysander, whose specialities were determining what the enemy combatants were most likely to do, and creating illusions to confuse enemies.

Lianne angrily shouted. “Hmmm, Cain did mention you a feisty one,” the captain said, “but know this Your Highness.” Captain Mock then lifted her face with her chin using a small knife blade, hard as steel and well sharpened. Lianne’s eyes widened even more at the sight of it. “I am the captain of this boat, and no one is entitled to question me or command me!” he said in a gruff voice. There was coldness in his eyes. Just like Midas. Just like Garlow. The type of men who doesn’t think twice of spilling blood.

I tilt my head to the side, experimenting, and am desperately pleased when the fire goes wide and low, creating a wide ring on the ground instead of a tall funnel. “God damn it,” the Captain says, his face bursting into a grin. Then he looks over at me. “How…how big can it get?” I glance over at Jackson who looks down at me, quite casual. “I’ve got…acres of power left in me, Ari. I’m not kidding when I say this is a croissant.” When I look back at the Captain his face is twisted in confusion. “A croissant?” I laugh. “He just means it can get big. Really big.”