Captain Gutt Romane & Geschichten

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.”

Thorne. Captain of the team that now owned my contract. The man whose championship trophy I'd stolen with a last-second, impossible goal three months ago. He looked even bigger up close, a mountain of muscle and simmering rage barely contained in a Vipers t-shirt and track pants. His ice-blue eyes locked onto mine, and the air grew thick, heavy with the promise of violence. "Valdez," he said, his voice a low growl that vibrated through the floor. "Welcome to hell."

Elijah chided, though there was more affection than anger in his tone. He held her tight, as if afraid she might slip away from him. "You're going to live. We still have a lifetime together." Such sweet words. Unfortunately, they weren't meant for me. I doubted I was included in the future he spoke of. Just then, an urgent voice crackled through the boat's radio. "Captain Jensen, come in! This is Staff Captain Oscar Baker. We've completed the headcount, but one person is missing. We're turning back to look for them."

"Shut up! No way! Oh my god, you're staying with Brayden Hayes? The actual captain? Miller was telling me some crazy story about Brayden slamming his older brother into the metal lockers yesterday morning, but he wouldn't give me any of the juicy details because he said the team code is sacred. It's an brotherhood of meatheads, I swear." A tiny, genuine laugh bubbled up from my chest, the sound surprising me after so many hours of crying. "Yeah. He definitely slammed Caleb into the steel. I saw the split knuckles last night." "Good! Caleb is an arrogant prick anyway," Chloe hissed, completely matching my voice and energy.

Del fuero as his elephant ears reddened and his glare at me intensified, halatang hindi nagustuhan ito especially that someone who was laughing right now at his expense. "Will you shut your goddamn mouth, Captain Corteza???" Galit na saad nito sabay lingon sa likuran nito, causing the staffs blocking the captain from the view hastily stepped to the side and revealing the laughing captain. Probably they're scared to be pierced by their employer's dagger look. At the sight of the captain, napapatango na lang ako. I can tell that he had the same height with Mr.del fuero's but not with his behaviour for sure. His black hair was slightly wavy and long, but not as long as Allan's shoulder length h

The man was crawling away, bleeding, his helmet cracked. "Who sent you?" Jack growled, pinning the man to the floor with his boot. The captain coughed blood. He looked at Jack’s face, then at his mutated arm. His eyes widened in recognition. "He... he said you would come," the captain wheezed. "Who?" "The other one," the captain grinned, his teeth red. "The Perfect One." Jack frowned. "Subject C?" "He calls himself... Cain," the captain whispered. "And he sends his regards."

I have never seen him play before~~ ~~I think this is Nico Lancaster's replacement @Nico Lancaster~~ ~~Why was Captain Nico on the floor like a princess waiting for her prince charming to save her @Nico Lancaster~~ ~~This guy is going to be the biggest player on The Viper team, I love him already~~ ~~What's his name and can we get more videos of him? He is way cooler than Nico~~ A bitter laugh escaped my throat, and I dropped the phone onto my thigh. The sheer nerve of these people to tag me directly. They wanted to make absolutely sure I saw them dragging me.

"Loose cannon? Says the golden boy who hides behind daddy's name. Step up or get out of my way Ryder." Guys on the ice slowed down watching us. Coach blew the whistle but we ignored it. This had to look ugly. "You think you can talk to me like that?" I shouted pushing my chest into his. "I am the captain. I built this team. You are the new guy with a rap sheet longer than the season." Kade laughed right in my face that rough sound echoing. "Built this team? With what? Your perfect press conferences and your old man's dirty money? We all know the Ryders play dirty off the ice too."

King Garette Voughn. It signifies the position and what bloodlines he belong. Seeing the plate the captain of the look out immediately apologized. "Forgive me my prince. I failed to recognize you" the captain guards of look out uttered. "Nonsense. You are doing your job very well. Do not apologize." Gabriel said with a smile easing the unsettled emotion the captain guard felt. The captain of the look out guards faced his men and gestured them to open the huge golden gate. The huge golden gate opened. It made a not so slightly screeching sound. Gabriel and his comrades enter the palace premises.

“Each of you has a name. A record. A history steeped in red. But not all guilt is the same. And not all crimes weigh equal on the soul.” One captain looked up. Commander Varn. Tall. Old. Scarred. One eye hollow from the Swamp Rebellion. Seren remembered him. He’d spared an Ashborn settlement when he didn’t have to. No reports. No witnesses. Just one act. She met his eye. He didn’t beg. She nodded once. “For what mercy you showed, however small, you will not die. But you will never command again.” Gasps rippled like smoke. She turned to another.