Saluting Captain Sky Novels & Stories

"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.

Towering over them he has a bird's eye view of the event and so it's sensible that he sights me almost as soon as i see him. "Chidiiiiiii! Beta pikin!" He hollers above the noise of cheers and loud banging music. Still his voice barely makes it across the space. He excuses himself from the group and swims across the sea of bodies to grab me. "Young shit!" I hail. After hearing his moniker so many times it has lost it's effect on him. "Na me o. Na me." He claims it, grinning. The first time i saw a person look good in a sunhat was in Alsina's No love video where he featured Minaj. This is the second.

He shouted and threw the heads he was holding on the Ceremonial stage. “Sky! Come over here, you need some reward.” He shouted with a smile. Sky came closer with a palpitating heart. She wanted to help her people, but at the same time, she would rather not die. She feels guilty for betraying them, and she knows that she doesn't deserve any reward whatsoever. “She is the one who brought it to my notice, now give her applause.” He commanded, and the entire pack clapped with fear.

However, Freed and his group swiftly moved to intercept him. The Stormwatch captain was clad in armor, but he lacked the imposing presence of a warrior. Instead, he gave off a somewhat sleazy vibe. The middle-aged captain knew he had no way to escape, so he asked in a slightly obsequious manner, "What brings you here, sir?" Freed quickly formulated his words and then said coldly, "We have orders from our superiors. We don't want to harm our own people, so as long as you clear the way, no one will get hurt."

I looked around and saw a tall, muscular guy with dark hair walking out of the shadow. I recognized him. He was the captain of the school football team, a blazing sports star that was famous across the country, playboy number one, and practically a male whore. Lucas Sigler. He was wearing a tailored suit, which fit him perfectly everywhere except the part of his upper arms. It took me a while to figure out that Lucas Sigler was actually talking to me because he walked straight at me in front of everyone. "You..." He lowered his head and stared at me, looking intense.

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.

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

He looked less like the untouchable club captain and more like a very dangerous domestic hazard who had wandered out of a romance novel. "We need to talk," he said, his dark eyes finding mine immediately before flicking toward Lucía. "Alone, if that's alright." Lucía looked between the two of us, back and forth, her gaze lingering on the state of my hair and the fact that I was wearing his clothes. Something in her expression shifted from protective suspicion into something dangerously close to enthusiastic approval. "I'll be right outside," she said, gathering her bag with theatrical slowness. She paused right beside Tiago, leaned in, and delivered a stage-whisper loud enough to rattle the

His heavy hand rested casually on his hip, right beside his worn leather wristband. "They aren't ready for what you're about to show them, Cassy," Karius added softly, his set lips relaxing into a rare, barely noticeable smile. "None of them are." I looked at the three of them—Elijah, the commanding leader; Chase, the passionate charm; and Karius, the stoic protector. They were three alpha hockey captains who could tear an entire arena apart, yet right now, they were hanging on my every word, waiting to watch me take over. The sheer raw attraction between us was a living, breathing thing in the room, tight and intoxicating.