Captain Nathaniel Flint 소설 & 이야기

But not enough power to tackle Alexander, who is now nothing less than a powerhouse. Nathaniel recoiled at Dante's words. He knows that no one can control Dante. He holds a power of his own. Now, he is the boss of Creekwood. Here, his word is law. No one dares to disobey him. Not even a single fly could slip past him without his permission. Countless people tried to kill him and failed, and mosf of them might he Alexander's men. "I don't mean it that way. You are the boss now. Why don't you just kill Alexander and his family? No one would dare question you" Nathaniel suggested.

she asked. “No. I think he wanted to know if you were my human servant, and you told him that by the look on your face. I think you were tortured and watched your daughter be tortured. I think it broke something inside you, and you are taking it out on the bastard who broke you. I think you’re starting to feel bad about what you’ve done.” “I’ve fought and killed wolves before, Nathaniel.” “Did you feel bad afterward?”

Nathan happened to walk by, stick in hand. I figured that as captain he'd at least do something about the toxic bullying. Instead he was frowning, still griping to the vice-captain. "Our blue-line defense was like wet paper today. Bunch of useless idiots." He didn't even glance at the jerseys strewn across the floor, just took one long stride over them and strode off. Watching his arrogant back, I let out a bitter laugh. Back in my dorm that night, with nowhere to vent, I logged straight into my hockey-forum alt account: IceTyrant.

Nathaniel stood there in casual clothes, somehow still radiating the same unshakable authority as always. “I told you to follow Mrs. Whitfield’s instructions. Did that memo not reach you? Finish the job, then come find me for a write-up.” The crew didn’t hesitate a second longer. Nora swallowed the thank-you she’d been about to offer. She’d planned to tip them extra, not necessary now, apparently. Either way, she had zero complaints about how Nathaniel had handled it. If he’d given the order from the start, they wouldn’t have hesitated at all.

Carter stood to my right, his eyes widening at the sight of the elders who emerged from the woods “Alpha?” “You can surrender now, Nathan, and this would end with less blood…” “Nathan, don’t you dare” Donatello said, letting out a low growl, shaking his head at me. Katerina looked at me from beside him, shaking her head at me, not wanting me to give in to the elder’s request. “Katerina?” “We’ll fight, Nathan, don’t you dare give up on the pack now” she said, stopping me. I smirked, looking at the elder who spoke, Marcus, shaking my head at the man.

He was hard to understand, he was a cruel soul yet he was as kind as they came. - "It is time you used your wolf." Nathaniel roared with authority. He was a slim tall man with eyes a blazing violet colour, long dreadlocks and skin a smooth dark colour. Nathaniel was one of the oldest wolves in the Higher Court. He was known as the founding father as he was among the wolves who founded the Higher Court. He was known to be cursed with mortality. Forced to walk the ground 'till time would give up on itself. He had seen a lot, more than enough to drive one to wishing he were dead instead.

Ethan Kane transferred to Hazard High Elite hockey team. He came to fight for the captaincy he has admired all this years. But then he meets his old best friend and secret crush, Jax Rivera wearing the C badge referring to the captain of the team on his jersey. Their reunion ignites buried tension and old feelings. After losing a match that would have earned him a chance of being the captain, he finds himself pinned against the tiled walls in the locker room by Jax. Instead of shoving him off, Ethan finds himself surrendering completely to Jax and allowing him to take his dream completely. Jax then offers a deal that Ethan gives him total submission while he on the other hand keeps it a

"Captain Nathaniel, follow me. My men have found something." With that, Adrian swiftly flew toward the depths of the forest. Nathaniel and his men exchanged glances, then immediately followed suit.

"What's on your mind, Nathaniel?" Nathaniel's smile masked his turmoil. "Nothing," he muttered, shrugging. Before Kilo could press further, Tristian burst in, his face etched with worry. "Thank the goddess you're alright!" Tristian exclaimed. He enveloped Nathaniel in a tight hug. Nathaniel's eyes met Kilo's over Tristian's shoulder. Kilo's gaze held a mix of relief and concern. “I am a Hawthorne, and we aren’t easy to kill,” Nathaniel muttered cockily, a hint of pride in his voice.