Saluting Captain Sky Novels & Stories

"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.

The letter came on a Tuesday morning. Lihua never liked Tuesdays because she felt it was the day when the universe liked to shake things up, right when you finally had your week steady. It wore the Tiancang Sect’s vermillion crane—wings wide, painted with that almost arrogant elegance that only people wielding real power ever bother with. And it had both their names there on the front. No pretending this was just for him.

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.

More than once, she threw Kristen to the ground, humiliating her and beating her senseless. As the days passed, the hatred in Kristen's eyes grew sharper. One night, she lunged onto her cellmate's bunk, clamping her hands over the woman's mouth and nose. But her cellmate overpowered her, and Kristen's head struck the bed frame. Just like that, she died on impact. Meanwhile, Elijah had his captain's license revoked after the accident. Still, the company had no intention of giving up on such a gifted captain. Yet, whenever he stepped onto the bridge as an assistant, he would fixate on the red dot on his phone. Then, he'd steer the ship straight toward the open sea.

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.

I then catched my X-Blade *Inkcanius predicted that* Mangey grunted. I looked at The Captain, her speed was unmatched. The Captain grabs her Splatana and ran towards me, ready to strike. I immediately parry the attack with a well place kick on The Captain’s Splatana. The Captain was shocked to see me react so quickly. Then I jump back, meanwhile at Corona’s lair, Corona was shocked “how is that possible, I thought Inkcanius wasn’t quick” said Corona. “You would be wrong, Corona” Corona turned around to see Sasuke Uchiha, the Sasaukage walking in “what makes me you say that Sasuke” said Corona.

He was the captain of the security guards. The captain dropped to his knees despite everyone watching him. “Sir, I’ve made a mistake! Please, don’t tell Ms. Shore about it…” Kayson thought for a while and said, “Fine. I’ll forgive you this time.” The captain couldn’t be happier when he heard what Kayson said. After all, it was everyone’s dream to work for the richest man in Skyriv, and he did not want to lose his job. “Thank you very much, Sir! Thank you!” The captain thanked Kayson and went away, feeling grateful that he could keep his job.

He also took his riffle. "Alright, enough chit-chat. Sniper, take your position. You, sh*theads, start moving. We are starting this operation. Remember, do not underestimate or you might be killed." "Aye aye, Captain" And soon, all the boys moved. ... Meanwhile... On the skies above L.A. Space wrapped and distorted, then barely visible runes start forming into a shape similar to that of a circle and a snowflake. Next to it, a man with a purple cloak silently floated in the air.

Jannet was dumbstruck for a second, “I—” “It is getting late. Sky,” Dominic ordered and Sky responded with a salute. “Aye, aye Captain. Oh well, you are not a Captain and there is no ship in here. But we can imagine that this house is a cruise floating on deep waters. That would be so cra—” “Sky?” “Yes Alpha?” “Get out of my sight before I decide to do something about your mouth,” Dominic commanded and I stifled a giggle. “Absolutely, my Alpha dearest. Let’s go, Jan.”