Saluting Captain Sky Novels & Stories

“We have met yesterday, but I haven’t properly introduced myself. I’m Former General Skyr, head of Squadron C.” I looked at my father and pointed a finger in Skyr’s direction. “He used to be my boss,” I added. ‘Ah, yes.’ My father nodded his head in Skyr’s direction. ‘I remember him. He used to be the talk of the town back in Atlantis. At least to most of the young girls that is,’ “Yeah. I kind of get that idea.” I said with an awkward smile. ‘Tell him that it is great to meet him. And I am thankful that he’s here as an ally.’

She slid her arm through mine with a territorial tug, her smile wide and artificial. "I’ve been looking for you everywhere," Skye pouted, her eyes flickering toward Sarah with a brief, sharp glint of triumph before returning to me. "The captain is about to start the toast." I didn't move my arm, but I kept my focus on Sarah for a heartbeat longer than was polite. "I was just catching up with Sarah," I said smoothly. I turned my attention to Skye, my voice turning into that effortless, charming drawl I used to bait the hook. "I haven't seen your mother yet. Is Vivian joining us for the toast?"

She did it a week ago when I stopped those fuckers from raping her. This was a bold move considering the way she's regarding me without a hint of salute. It could be because of my stare that she immediately stands to her feet and salutes. “Captain.” She looks rough at best with unflattering oversized t-shirt and cargo pants that is soaked with sweat front and back. “If this is your way of proving yourself, you might as well give up.” I shrugged. “Men do 200 without batting an eye or shaking like a leaf or an amateur.”

For the first time, he didn’t seem like the untouchable captain everyone feared. I don’t know what made me walk over. “You okay?” I asked quietly. He lifted his head slowly. Those icy blue eyes met mine, and for a second he looked surprised I was still there. I shifted on my feet. “Earlier… when that guy got hurt. You got to him really fast. Thanks for helping him. Most captains would’ve waited for the coach.” Cole stared at me for a long moment, like my words didn’t make sense to him. “You noticed that?”

I know she’s both thinking about the safety of the pack and my own exhaustion level. “The police are on their way to meet Scar where Channing found the dead human. And,” I say looking up to glance at the clock on my office wall, “in just about six hours, Leader Bruno will be here to talk to us and Scar’s parents about their experiences with the undead, so we can have some ideas in place for when Scarlett contacts COWS. You know she’ll want you in on that meeting, too.” That’s another great thing about Scarlett — she recognizes the value that the mate brings to the table. Zella, Asher and Lupita aren’t just the mates of myself, Bree and Jacob, granting them the titles of Beta, Gamma and Delta

I could not stand there another second watching Kade take those hits. "Enough," I yelled and jumped the boards. My gloves hit the ice with a slap that echoed. The star captain who never fought was done watching. Briggs turned my way, surprised. "Captain himself? This will be quick." I skated straight at him. "Quick for you. You touched my teammate too much." Kade spat blood near the logo. "Evan, no. This is my mess. Stay out."

“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.

Captain O said clearly already loosing his cool this time as his expression twisted in a very unreal way. The question came out sharper and more forceful as the frustration was becoming visible now, thick vain became visible on his head as his eyes narrowed, his jaw tightened while his hands slowly clenched. “I am the great Captain O, the only one who kissed death goodbye, the grim reaper and the only solution to life's journey on earth.” The declaration echoed throughout the hall forcing several Bratva soldiers to immediately straighten their postures as pride filled their expressions because to them, Captain O was more than a commander, he was a legend, a symbo and a weapon that had protec