Squad 8 Captain Novels & Stories

I leaned back on the cold metal bench, arms folded, my eyes fixed on Wesley like I was already bored of his existence. Of course he was going to do this. Squad meeting, half the squad buzzing with excitement. Our arrogant, annoyingly attractive squad captain standing in front of everyone like a goddamn poster boy for Lycans R Us. “We need to elect an assistant squad captain,” he said, voice smooth and full of false humility. “Anyone interested?” It was like a pop concert broke out. Girls—literally girls—were squealing, raising their hands like they were auditioning to birth his next heir. Someone even stood up, adjusted her bra, and waved like she was at a beauty pageant.

ChasingStar: Who are you to decide for me? I lost my hope when I saw his status offline. I just pouted. I forgot that when we became friends, he can easily add me to their squad and when you're in, only the admins of the squad can remove me. The admins are the officials or leaders that are very known when it comes to tournament games. Whoever added me into the squad, he's only the one who can remove me. That's why I hate it! Too complicated! Looks like I was left with no choice.

“I’m not exactly a sports person.” “You will be after tonight. The energy is addictive. Hawthorne versus Westfield is always brutal—especially because of the captains. Brad Walker versus Sebastian Hale. Pure rivalry.” I raised an eyebrow. “Sebastian Hale?” “Captain of Westfield. Tall, insanely talented, and actually a decent guy from what I’ve heard not the cocky asshole type like Brad and his crew. The stands go wild whenever he’s on the ice. Total heartthrob material.” She winked. “You’ll see why.”

[MAJOR PATROL WEEK] [Morning Team: 4th Year, Squad 3] [Night Team: 5th Year, Elite Squad 1] I keep reading, checking to see who is on the Night Team. [Captain: Raphael] [Members: Raziel, Ilius, Chimera, Sphinx...] Arlo reads the names over my shoulder. "...Fuck."

“Ward Bennett is not just any player. He brings massive sponsorship money and investment to this franchise. What if Dr. Matthews makes even one small mistake? What if Ward’s recovery suffers? You signed a contract with this team not Matthew. You have a responsibility!” I felt my cheeks burn with humiliation and frustration. “I understand my responsibility. But I also have to protect my own mental health and professionalism. Ward and I have history. It was becoming too complicated. I made the call for the good of everyone.” Dr. Timothy opened his mouth to yell again, but the door opened once more. Jax walked in casually, wearing a light jacket and jeans, with that charming smile on his face.

A cool voice cut through the room. "Guess we've got different ideas of what 'team spirit' means." Every head turned. Hugh stood in the doorway in full Stormfang uniform, the white wolf patch gleaming under the lights. Two teammates flanked him as he walked onto the stage, calm and steady. "Evening. I'm Hugh Powell, Captain of the International Stormfang Rescue Team and lead commander of the recent operation." His eyes locked on Melvin. "Mr. Dunn, you're saying my sister handed over her sleeping bag willingly?"

"I'm sorry to tell you, bruh, but it's always going to be this way. All these little girls are going to grow up to do the same sh*t ; get used to it. Speaking of which, when are you going to bring your boys in?" "Not yet, Creed; let them enjoy the next few weeks at least; they're young yet." It had been decided once we accepted that this Squad thing was something we wanted to do that we'd train the next generation in what we do here. If at some point in life they decide that it's not for them, then they can walk away. I'm down with it because it's a good cause and not because asshole Mancini keeps going on about traditions and sh*t .

She knew the game they were playing at, and she wasn’t ready to be part of it. This is why she’s one of the few people I trust in the Pack, besides being Laila’s mom, of course. In a space of seconds, every elder started naming their preferred choice, countering each other, and totally oblivious to my presence in the room. To be fair, though, these people are very strong candidates. Denzel is the current leader of my Alpha strike team squad. Mathias doesn’t have many battle feats, but he’s one of the top businessmen in the country. Frank is Catherine’s son, the leader of the squad guarding the east and west gates. Alexander is Matt’s nephew, the deputy leader of my strike squad.

she asked, and Liam shook his head. "I'm sorry; I was just not expecting someone so young on squad one," he apologised, and Beth raised a brow. "What rumour have you heard about squad one?" she asked with an amused tone. "We were told that squad one are master's direct disciples and his heir, with only five members. I'm sorry; I was expecting someone older," he explained, and Beth chuckled. "The oldest of us in squad one is twenty-five years old—don't even talk about old. Everyone in squad one is a weirdo; I'm the only normal person. How did you end up here, if I may ask?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Rank 1 Evolved One ran off. The squad leader was shocked. “Jackson Sanford is coming?” “Your Greatness, since you are not coming. We’ll head off first,” the squad leader said to Lucas. Just as he finished speaking, the Kutcher Squad 2 started hurrying toward the Kutcher’s headquarters. “Hold on.” Lucas stopped them while they were still beginning to head off. The ten members of the Kutcher Squad 2 halted in their tracks. The squad leader, Light, turned over to look at Lucas in surprise.