Novelas y relatos de Saluting Captain Sky

They were unable to see his actual visage, but his outline was perceived, and they who were beneath him in rank, were quick to offer their greetings. “We greet the 1st Sky!” The exuberant voices of the warriors escaped the first battleship and travelled to those on its outskirts. The warship shook slightly at their enthusiastic greeting, but Shadow was not perturbed. The 1st Sky of the Usurper travelled quickly, reaching the command post of the warship in no time. There, a lone man was waiting for him; a man whose figure was just as imposing as his. Seeing him, Shadow finally stopped his hasty charge, deciding to walk towards this figure.

He stepped forward and shouted angrily, "Who do you think you are? How dare you yell at our captain?" "Captain? What captain?" Fiona was stunned. Max replied angrily, "Open your eyes and see clearly! This is the captain of the special forces, Skywolf!" Victor continued, "He's a recipient of the Medal of Honor, a national hero! How dare a woman like you yell at him?" "What?" Fiona was struck dumb, staring at me wide-eyed. Phillip was also stunned, a flicker of fear in his eyes. Fiona trembled as she said, "No... No way... Timothy is just an ordinary clerk..."

He almost looks as if he is made of metal. The four commanders sit down across from the Kea females who were first in line, and the announcer clears his voice. "Next up are the Captains. There are quite a few, so ages and achievements will have to be something you find out yourselves, ladies. Let's begin. Capt. Cull- Shikazs, Capt. Moor- Gaimo, Capt. Tilk- Bronkark, Capt. Bolis- Vaal, Capt. Nole- Bronkark, Capt. Terrax- Glortinon, Capt. Het- Makskin...

I didn’t get five seconds. Three girls were already waiting by the sinks, all fake tans and fake laughs and real venom. I recognized them instantly regulars on Rowan’s I*******m comments, the ones who called him “daddy” unironically. And no I'm not some stalker, I just happened to notice one night, you know while digging up about him. “Wow, look who it is,” the blonde in the middle said, tilting her head like she was talking to a lost puppy. “Captain’s little charity case.”

But I also hated the fact that she is insinuating that the guy who had asked me a question earlier was the one interested in me. "Well, look at them. I am not wrong." Following her gaze, my eyes once more met with his. "I am not wrong right?" Skylar asked grinning. "Just so you know, I am this ship's captain, and it is going to sail so beautifully." Skylar cheered as I sighed wondering why I am seated with such a strange person.

"Or go down in history as the guard who protected a murderer." The Captain looked at Serenity’s eyes. He looked at the frantic, screaming Stefan in the tower. Then he looked at the locket on her neck. He slowly lowered his rifle. "Open the gates!" The Captain yelled to his men. "NO!" Stefan shrieked. The heavy iron gates creaked open. The Captain was the first to drop to one knee. "Welcome home, Your Highness." Clang. Clang. Clang. One by one, hundreds of soldiers dropped their weapons and kneeled. The sound of rifles hitting the ground echoed like music.

he replied. "So, we'll be taking my private plane and will be at our destination at exactly 1600 hours. Hop on!" he told Isabella. She was shocked to see the superior side of the Captain. He was like giving commands to his troops. "That's what you say to your co-soldiers?" she asked while giggling. "What co-soldiers? There is no such thing." he laughed at her chosen words. "Well basically yes, but I'm more stiffed and I shout most of the time when talking to them. They can't see this soft side of me. It's only for you!" Carter was very naughty. He loves teasing Isabella.

Frowning, I slowly glanced over my shoulder and the world stopped as familiar bright blue eyes met mine. Hunter Fucking Beaumont? He stretched a hand towards me, lips pressed into a thin line. “Hello, Captain.”

"That's my job." "Your job is to follow my lead," he snarled, his face inches from mine. "On this team, I am the law. You skate when I say skate. You pass when I say pass. You sit your ass on the bench when I tell you to sit. You got me?" I met his glare, refusing to be the first to look away. "Loud and clear, Captain." For a moment, I thought he might actually hit me. His knuckles were white, his jaw clenched so tight it looked like it might shatter. But then, he did something worse. He leaned in closer, his nose almost brushing my throat, and inhaled.

his voice a low drawl, powerful enough to falter a soul. My lips felt dry, and I could feel trickles of sweat rolling down my spine. I didn’t feel brave anymore, not when I could feel the heated gaze at the back of my head. My eyes found Zale, his lips slowly turning pale, I could tell Knox was squeezing too hard. “Let him go,” I said, my voice softer. Stupider. He didn’t move, “and if I don’t?” he was taunting. I mean he should, what was I going to do against him? He was the captain of the hockey team, his name a legacy in these walls.