Primaris Space Marine Captain Novels & Stories

"They were life-support coffins! My great-grandfather didn't lock them away to build an army—he was trying to preserve the last three Primal Elders before the High Council flooded our continent!" Silence fell over the floating pier, broken only by the crackle of distant fires along the Citadel docks. I stepped around Dominic, kneeling in front of Maeve. The silver runes on my collarbone cast a soft, luminous light across her wet, terrified face. "The titan who just walked off your ship... he called himself the First Prime. He said I had the voice, but not the Crown's soul. What did he mean?" Maeve looked at me, her golden eyes reflecting the silver glow of my mark.

We slam onto the outer docking ring—boards biting metal hard, sparks flying, gravity shifting sudden. Airlock cycles forced by my lightning—sparks dancing across panels. We step inside. Armed marines in power armor swarm the corridor—rifles up, visors down, red targeting lasers dancing on our chests. **Marine Sergeant (barking, voice amplified):** “Hands up! Identify yourselves! This is restricted military space!” I step forward slow. Crown flaring bright—violet lightning crawling the walls harmless, just enough to short their targeting systems and fry nearby cameras.

Two months of not being able to have sex with John. He placed the contract back on the table. “Now, I just want to show you a glimpse of what our sex play would look like.” He appeared before me. “Once it begins, you can no longer call me by name.” “Is this where I call you Master? Sir? Daddy?” I tried to tease, to mock, to make him react. But he didn’t. “I’d prefer Captain,” he said, tone commanding. My stomach dipped. Captain? My brain tripped over the word, and a frown etched across my face.

I heard the Captain chuckled sexily when he saw my eyebrows ceased. "You can call him anything you want tho," he assured me. "Now, that's Marcillo, the carpenter. The is the one responsibe for fixing anything that is broken in the ship." he told me. "Alex the Gunner, his sub is Xander. Ferdin the navigator, his sub is Ellan. Rieki and Raeki the Doctors, they are twins. And Gae together with Galvin, the cook." he told me. Now, he faced me. He looked at me like he's sipping my soul out.

"We've been looking for you." My stomach tightened. "Who are you?" "My name is Varek. I'm a commander of the Drakari First Legion." He stopped a few feet away, studying me with those unnerving gold eyes. "The Primarch sent us when she felt the Primordial stir. We've been tracking its energy for days." "The Primarch?" "Our ruler. The eldest of our kind." He tilted his head slightly, like he was trying to figure something out. "You're younger than I expected. And more human."

"Ryan Clarke. Beta bloodline. Loyalty rating: Triple-A." Ryan pumped a fist. "Yes!" "Marcus Wayne. Warrior bloodline. Combat honors: Double-A." "Sofia Ross. Medic bloodline. Professional rating: Double-A." One by one, my team's names were called. They boarded the transport, ecstatic. Soon, it was just me, Liam, and Chloe. "Elena Moonblade. Rank: Council Special Advisor. Clearance: Absolute." The captain's tone snapped to attention. He was instantly deferential. "Ma'am. You may board at your convenience."

“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.”

In terms of military prowess, Darina is now leading the table. “Marvel not, Prince Thariem. Her Highness is a good Royal Cavalry Captain, keeping her senses alert to keep these new soldiers of yours safe and sound,” Marsden stated. After all, he saw them camping at the foot of Mount Igbir. Darina might think of him to have ulterior moves but he was there to see if the Royal Cavalry Captain needs help. “How can they not pay their loyalty to her?” “I am the Prince of Clapestris!” Prince Thariem exclaimed.

One in particular caught my eye. Dante Kade. Captain. Number 17. Ice-blue eyes. A name that came with a hundred headlines and at least five fangirl forums I pretended not to browse. He looked lethal. The kind of lethal that made smart girls run and stupid girls fall. I wasn’t here to do either. I tore my eyes away from the poster and squared my shoulders. The heel of my boot clicked against the tile with more attitude than I felt. I could fake it. I’d faked worse.

“That sounds… intense.” “It is,” she said, rocking the pot. “But it’s also why the company is the best. Everyone works hard.” I swallowed. Hard work I could do. I can deal with stress. But working under him… That was something else entirely. Asma glanced at me again, noticing my silence. “I know you’ve heard about him before, even if you don’t admit it.” I froze slightly. “What do you mean?” I asked too quickly. She stiffly lifted an eyebrow. “Alpha Xander Marco. King of Nightmare Pack. Even humans know his name now because of his company.”