Captain Archibald 소설 & 이야기

The alpha laughed loudly, “I like your misplaced chivalry, zeta. But I’m afraid I can kill you right here, right now, and still catch up with the human woman.” “You can try,” Archibald readied himself for battle, baring his claws and his fangs. The alpha approached proudly at him, “What’s your name?” “Archibald… Archibald Novak.” “Oh, the child of the Novaks… Are you perhaps bored as well, being an orphan and all?” “No, I’m not,” he replied, still poised for an attack.

Suspicion rolled off him in waves. “You didn’t tell me you made new friends,” Asher said, finally glancing at me with a blank look. I folded my arms. “We just met. Like… fifteen minutes ago. And he seems nice,” I added pointedly. Mr captain smiled slightly at that and I threw him a smirk. Asher hummed. “That’s what they all look like in the first fifteen minutes.” I rolled my eyes. “You’re dramatic.” Mr captain laughed softly, moisturising his lower lips with his tongue. “It’s fine. I get it.”

"Cisco! How the hell do you manage your subordinates? Your subordinate, the senior captain named Trevyn, is truly arrogant. Do you know he's in hot waters? He's just a senior captain, yet he dared to ignore the law. "He stopped the local police chief in the street and abducted him! He also detained the deputy chief-of-staff of the local garrison. Not to mention, he dared to capture the wife and daughter of King Pendragon! Do you have any idea what he's done?" Timothy bellowed.

I guess he has been into a lot of battles and he delivers an aura of a genuine leader. His veins were visible in his hands like the roots of a tree nurtured on good soil, enough sunlight, and has survived amidst all the catastrophes. “I’m Captain Orley Nebuchister El Katanaga De Casteganio Ellisto Puedonito Bastamtike.” I tried not to laugh after hearing his short name. “Your name sounds honorable, Sir. But it’s lengthy and easy to forget. I would suggest you change it into a cooler one like… red beard. Captain Red Beard of the West.”

He was sizing up the American wolves, his head defiantly high, he was the ultimate King of the werewolves after all. “You have a rogue accompanying you today?” his question was simply that, however I saw the other two wolves drop their heads submissively, not really wanting to enlighten the situation or association with the captain, and honestly this intrigued me. Boldly, and courageously, the rogue Capitan took a step forward and extended his hand to the King. “Captain Ryder Reed, US Marines, at your service, your majesty.” Alpha Ethan accepted his hand, as the young man cordially bowed over his hand. Ethan raised his eyebrows and I saw his thick mustache twitch.

Greg Ian mind linked one of our best warriors and the captain of the secret force that mostly dealt with spying and stealth, Vivian McCaughey who came about moments later. ''Captain Vivian, I need you to summon the very best warriors our pack has to offer and began intense training.'' He commanded in a stern tone.

“I’m not mad at you Tori. You did what was best for the both of us. I’m glad you both are retired and that you’re with Adrian. I’m sure that you’re safe with him. You are welcome to the pack, for as long as you want.” I tell Tori, convincing her to stop blaming herself and to stop her from coming down to tears. Tori smiles as I say those consoling words to her. I hope we don’t have this conversation again. “Thank you Arthur. Even though it’s not possible for the long stay, we would come from time to time.” Of course I knew it wouldn’t be possible for the long stay. I just said it to stop the strength-draining, emotional conversation. It is said that when an Alpha retires from his pack, it is

“Ladies and gentlemen, good afternoon. Welcome on board. This is Captain Revamonte speaking.” I was stopped from my track, my hands were still in the compartment. I felt cold. “Yanna, faster,” Kyla whispered when she noticed I was not moving. “Who's our Captain?” I ask, my voice stuttered. “If I am not mistaken, it was Captain Revamonte, right?” Kyla was giggling upon mentioning the Pilot’s name. Revamonte. There are a lot of Revamonte, for sure! He’s not the only one. There are even a lot of Suarez Surnames, so I’m sure he’s not the only Revamonte, right?

I was tired of everything. I wanted to leave this dangerous castle. I had gotten to learn that this place was a castle and that the people here were servants and not slaves because "slave" was an archaic term to use but I didn't even know what the word "archaic" meant but nevertheless, there was no difference between being a servant and being a slave. In fact what give a name to something that is not worthy of a name? All this was about was pain, severe pain, endless pain, unbearable pain, inexplicable pain. Why glorify something that brings you pain? It only makes it worse.

“This is Crown business.” “Everything is Crown business,” I replied. “Until the Crown collapses.” A bowstring tightened somewhere behind them. I felt it— not with my ears, but with instinct. I smiled. “Lower your weapon,” I said to the unseen archer. “You won’t like what happens next.” A pause. Then, slowly,the string eased. The captain swallowed. “Who are you?” I tilted my head. “You already know.” Recognition flickered across his face now. Not certainty. Nof Rumor.