Saluting Captain Sky Novels & Stories

As if summoned by the thought, Luca’s own phone buzzed in his pocket a call this time, not a text, the screen lighting up with a name that made his stomach drop straight to the floor. Coach Harrelson. He answered immediately. “Coach, what’s” “De Santis.” Harrelson’s voice was tight, urgent, none of the earlier gentleness from the boathouse anywhere in it now. “You need to get to the athletic complex. Now. Suarez just got called into an emergency board meeting, and I think they’re about to try to strip your captaincy.”

Alessia said, her voice dropping flat and cold. It snapped me out of my spiraling thoughts. I had completely forgotten she was still in my place, and my brain scrambled trying to figure out how to get her out without causing a scene. "Nico," she pressed, a sharp edge entering her words when I stayed silent. "Mmh?" I grumbled, following her gaze toward the TV. I sat up fast the second I registered the screen. It was the captain of 'The Serpent'—a total legend, my absolute idol, and the star of the pro team that invited us overseas to train with them at their camp.

Sky moved forward to greet her, but before he could speak, she cut him off, her eyes narrowing as they flicked between us. “And who is this?” she asked, her voice icy and clipped, as if I were an insect beneath her notice. I tensed, the warmth from the house immediately evaporating. Sky, to his credit, didn’t seem fazed by her tone. He took a breath, then said calmly, “Mother, this is Hayley. My mate. And soon to be my wife.” The room went silent, the air suddenly thick with tension. For a moment, his mother just stared at him, her lips pressing into a thin line. Then she turned her gaze to me, her eyes sharp as daggers.

There we will explore Salavanta and her first mate, Gardax’s travels through the sky with the hopes of gathering a crew for the utmost important mission. Sincerely, Ryker Black

“Our thirty days are up. “I’ll be there at nine tomorrow.” I looked at the piece of paper. The weight that had been crushing my chest eased up a little. He said, “I know I have no right to ask you to come back. “But the least I can do is stand by you until the very end.” I nodded. “Alright.” There seemed to be something more on his mind. His lips parted and closed silently before he ended up saying, “See you tomorrow, Millie.” I met his gaze. “See you tomorrow, Captain Tanner.”

Nathan happened to walk by, stick in hand. I figured that as captain he'd at least do something about the toxic bullying. Instead he was frowning, still griping to the vice-captain. "Our blue-line defense was like wet paper today. Bunch of useless idiots." He didn't even glance at the jerseys strewn across the floor, just took one long stride over them and strode off. Watching his arrogant back, I let out a bitter laugh. Back in my dorm that night, with nowhere to vent, I logged straight into my hockey-forum alt account: IceTyrant.

on my jersey. "Whatever I want?" he repeated, his voice dropping to a dangerous register. "I won't lose," I countered, though my stomach churned. Ryder leaned down, his lips brushing the side of my helmet. "Careful, Elias. I’ve been thinking about what I want from you for a very long time." He pulled back, his eyes glistening with a predatory light. "Deal, Captain." He turned and skated away toward his locker room, his movements fluid and confident. I stood there on the ice, my legs feeling weak. Jason was staring at me, his mouth slightly open, a look of pure confusion and worry on his face.

"Silas won't be able to take his eyes off you." "You think so?" I turned back to the mirror, adjusting the neckline. "I wanted to look perfect for him. This is his biggest night." "It's going to be a night no one forgets." Janie stood, smoothing invisible wrinkles from her dress. "I should get to my seat. The game's about to start." * The game was beautiful as I watched from the owner's box, the privilege of being the Captain's wife, as Silas and everyone was roaring his name as if he was a god on the ice rink. Which he was, if you'd ask me.

I asked. The captain raised a brow. “That information is classified.” “We’re not asking for the blueprints of your building,” I said. “Just his name.” Cole leaned in. “We won’t make a scene. We won’t cause trouble. This isn’t about anything dramatic. It’s about giving his daughter peace.” The captain looked at us like he was deciding if we were idiots or troublemakers—or both. Ryder added quietly, “Please.” Something in the captain’s face cracked—not sympathy, just tiredness.

Franklin’s POV The rival captain was not a small man. He filled the doorway in the practical sense, broad through the shoulders, still in his match kit, and his expression was the particular expression of someone who has seen something they intend to get an explanation for and are not going to be redirected from that intention. Rydan and I both stood. The captain looked between us. Then he said, “Sit down.” It was the kind of voice that expected to be listened to. We sat.