Bleach Captain 6 Novels & Stories

He simply exhaled, and a wave of silver-black mist erupted from his chest, slamming the Captain into the bulkhead with enough force to dent the iron. ​I didn't wait for the soldiers to fire. I felt the "Scythe" respond to the shadow collar on my neck. A blade of violet crystal solidified in my hand, humming with a bloodlust I had never felt before. ​"You want the drive?" I asked, stepping over the Captain's groaning body. I felt a cold, sharp smile touch my lips—a smile that belonged to the Sixth Life. "Come and take it from the monster you created." ​The soldiers hesitated, their fingers trembling on their triggers. They weren't looking at a doctor and his patient. They were looking at the

The tall one had blonde hair, brown eyes, a bag over his shoulders and daring look while the other had blue hair with blue eyes, his face was cute, like a fallen angel. “That’s Emory and Marsh, Emory is the captain of the hockey team” Xyla whispered in my eyes, it felt like talking about them openly would inquire consequences. I looked over at them, their seat were aligned. Emory sat behind Marsh. A part of the hockey team, I thought about it, seeing them made me excited, I couldn’t wait to apply for the hockey team. “Marsh is the right defenseman” Adele added. I nodded, then she leaned closer.

Aaron stalked forward and stared down into Knox's face when he came to a halt right on his toes. "Did it stimulate your taste buds? Mess with your mind?" Aaron's hands lifted as if it was aiming to touch Knox's face but he slapped it away and stepped out of the man's offensive pressure. He snarled then opted to ignore him then shifted on his heels towards the phone. He reached for it but he halted right as his fingers touched the screen. The shock was so overwhelming from the picture that none of them registered that this was their captain, giving them a show of his privates, a full-on nude. It was obscene.

Lana smiled at me before walking out of the room. I picked up my phone as I got out of the I*******m page of Cole Donovan, second-year student and the hockey captain of the school and also a member of the Blackwood Boys. The Blackwood Boys were three best friends, and that consisted of Cole, Zane, and Nolan. These boys were known for their charm, their good looks, and also how wealthy they were considering that they came from good backgrounds, and it was rumoured that their parents had shares in the school, but amongst all of them, the least you would want to get involved with was Cole.

They only fought to defend themselves, and their closest allies. Our current Alpha, Alpha Lennox, was strong, though not nearly as strong as Zeron was, just, and kind. He had three sons and one daughter. Jax, Pat, Sal, and Haven. Jax was 17, just like I was, Pat was almost 16, Haven was 12, and Sal was 5.

Brent was typing frantically, bleeding the stock dry pound by pound, executing my revenge with flawless precision. On the screen, Lyle stared at the tablet. The numbers were dropping so fast it was making him dizzy. His empire – the untouchable fortress he had spent a decade building – was being systematically, violently dismantled in real – time. He scrolled down the screen, his fingers shaking uncontrollably. I knew exactly what he was looking for. He wanted to see the name of the proxy firm that had initiated the kill shot. Sovereign Bloom Capital. Lyle’s breath caught in his throat. I watched his eyes widen in pure, unadulterated terror as the memory of my dark, merciless eyes at the gal

I couldn't get the image of me screaming under him, cumming like an idiot and even begging him to fuck me harder out of my mind. I scrubbed my neck until the skin was raw, desperate to wash away the scent of him, that mix of expensive cologne and the lust in his eyes. I leaned my forehead against the tile, letting the water pelt my back. I was Elias Carter, the captain of the Northwood Titans. My life was built on discipline, morning drills, and a reputation for being untouchable. Yesterday, I was all those things before I lost to Ryder. "Get it together," I hissed at my reflection in the fogged-up mirror. My lower lip was slightly swollen, a visible mark of my shame. I looked at the "C" on

The adrenaline from the game finally fading and my muscles began to throb. “Hi,” her fingers pushed back my damp hair. “How are you feeling?” I chuckled. “Really sore…” Someone touched my ankle and my eyes clamped shut from the pain. “Oh fuck!!” “I wonder how such a baby became the Captain of the Black Hawks,” I heard Marcus snare and I looked at him. I glanced back at Olive without any reply to his childish effort at rilling me up. He growled. “I'm guessing this plump bitch is your caretaker. Explains a lot really.”

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.