Bleach Captain 6 Novels & Stories

I didn’t get five seconds. Three girls were already waiting by the sinks, all fake tans and fake laughs and real venom. I recognized them instantly regulars on Rowan’s I*******m comments, the ones who called him “daddy” unironically. And no I'm not some stalker, I just happened to notice one night, you know while digging up about him. “Wow, look who it is,” the blonde in the middle said, tilting her head like she was talking to a lost puppy. “Captain’s little charity case.”

Before the Captain’s sword could hit the ground, she already moved again to the left a phasing phantom as she wielded her dagger in a slanted position. Whoosh!! With one smooth swipe, the daggers cut from the opposite sides like high-caliber bullets, doing their intended job perfectly. The spectators were shocked as the Tesla Captain no longer responded, nor did he move again. The blood dripping from her dagger explained it all, it was direct beheading. The spectators could only watch wide-eyed, as their brain lagged in comprehending what just happened. The first person who died was surprisingly the opposing team’s Captain. “What the hell? Is this even a team fight? Why does this feel like a

he added, stepping around the bench to block my light. “I don’t scare easy,” I replied, standing up and fixing him with a smile that didn’t reach my eyes. Blaze looked good in the worst way. His hair was still wet from the morning shower, curling slightly at the ends like it had no idea how to behave. His shirt was slung over his shoulder, forgotten, leaving his chest completely bare and unapologetic. And of course, his smug little smirk was already in place. “Didn’t peg you for a repeat offender,” he said. “I figured one run-in with the Captain would send you packing.”

I could not stand there another second watching Kade take those hits. "Enough," I yelled and jumped the boards. My gloves hit the ice with a slap that echoed. The star captain who never fought was done watching. Briggs turned my way, surprised. "Captain himself? This will be quick." I skated straight at him. "Quick for you. You touched my teammate too much." Kade spat blood near the logo. "Evan, no. This is my mess. Stay out."

She did not understand why the Chief had said that. A pair of red eyes looked down at her shorter frame. "You will be a part of the Private Bleach case. I assume you have heard of Bleach." Her throat became drier and itchier than it already was. B-Bleach? The Legendary Greatest Swordsman? The Mysterious Werewolf Butcher? Amongst Commonerfolks, Bleach was some kind of twisted hero, a Vigilante that would rid the world of the diseases that were Werewolves.

“Since you thought it wise to touch what belongs to me, I’ll be taking one of the arms you used. Choose quickly. Left or right.” My father opened his mouth, stammering. “I… she’s my—” The words died in his throat as Lucian’s expression remained unchanged. “I’m sorry, Alpha,” he rushed out quickly, panic creeping into his voice. “I didn’t mean any disrespect. It won’t happen again. I swear it won’t happen again.” Lucian’s cane struck the floor once. Tap. The sound alone held power. “Raith. Chop off his right hand.” The room shifted as Raith and another of Lucian's guards stepped forward. My father’s eyes widened in horror as they grabbed his arms. “What… what are you—”

Leaves flew off. They turned into spears. She released them. They flew. Some guards fell. Some ran. The captain stood firm. "I will not be defeated by a child!" "You will!" E and Idris shouted together. "And you have!" The captain lunged. Charlene held out a hand. "Go. Find ReNew. I’ve got this." They obeyed. "You got heart, girl. Should’ve let them stay. I’d have carved it out." She smiled. Twirled her blade.

He sat with his eyes on the floor and the posture of someone who was genuinely not well, which was true enough that the rival captain didn’t need to interpret it. Another moment of silence. Then the captain stood and moved toward the door. He reached it and put his hand on the frame and stopped with his back to us. He turned his head slightly, not fully back, the way you turn when you have one more thing to say and you’re going to say it without making it a conversation. “I hope that would help on the ice,” he said. Then he left. The door closed and we sat with what had just happened for a moment before either of us reached the next thing.

He was the captain of the hockey team, his name a legacy in these walls. Untouchable. My eyes slowly moved from Zale’s face, meeting Knox’s intense gaze. No one tells you what it is like to have his attention on you. No one says how hard it is to exist under those black eyes that felt like they were drowning you in. There wasn’t anger in his eyes, maybe that would have been easier to decipher. He was cold, yet a chilling amusement swirled in those orbs that lacked depth. I straightened my spine, “If you don’t, I will have the school authority informed,” I said, hoping my voice didn’t give away my fear.

This happens a little over two months after chapter six ~~~ "Hello beautiful" he said when I stepped out of the house. "Hello captain, you don't look bad yourself" I complimented him. Well he does look good in his dark jeans, this time around paired with a Burgundy T-shirt and dark glasses. I don't think there's any look he won't pull off effortlessly at this point.