Bleach Captain Commander Novels & Stories

Caelum roared, his gravelly voice shaking the very foundations of the mountain, "and I will tear your soul out of that hollow armor!" Commander Vane didn't hesitate. He surged forward in a blur of black steel and crimson lightning, his anti-solar blade descending in a lethal, executioner's strike aimed directly at Caelum’s neck!

He wore a reflective mask—like a predator’s skull—and carried a plasma spear. Behind him, a soldier dragged in a captive, Han. Bruised, bleeding, but alive. The commander pointed the spear at Jian. “Give me the clone, or your friend dies.” Chaewon stepped in front of Jian, aiming her pistol. “You’ll get nothing.” “Then you die next.” A blur moved behind him a flash of silver, Haeun. She didn’t hesitate—Blade to neck, one slice, his arterial spray. The commander collapsed, the soldiers stared.

Keagan raised his hand and made a chopping gesture to cut the photograph that could cut through a tree into two halves. Atticus’ gaze changed slightly. “No wonder all the agents I sent over previously were killed. So, it’s because a master-level powerhouse protects you. “I was wondering how the captain of Team Azure Dracon could take out all of them. “It makes total sense if it’s a master-level powerhouse. Their deaths are justified.” Keagan sneered coldly. “You’re a master just like me, so I believe that you’re not a nobody. My name is Keagan Yale. How about you?”

I closed the door behind me, glancing at the guard stationed outside. He was one of the Watchers Kema had assigned to ensure Blooby stayed safe while he was with me. His presence was a silent reminder of the commander’s strict orders. Inside, Bainer stared wide-eyed at Blooby, who stood on the floor between us, his copper frame glinting faintly. "What in my blood is that thing?" Bainer asked, her voice rising with confusion and suspicion. "My name is . . . bloob . . . Blooby. Nice to meet . . . bloob . . . you," Blooby said in his mechanical voice, tipping his head slightly in what almost looked like a bow.

I was shielded from his eyes' focus by my silver glowing eyes and he fixed his gaze on the three males standing behind him. Kaelen. Caleb. Jace. The reverence the commander expressed was immediately transformed into a face marred by the pure and unadulterated hatred. He knew them by their smells. He knew the blood of the tyrant that banished his people. But first," the commander snarled, his lips curling back to show rows of jagged yellow fangs. He stood at his full height and fearsome, his great claws extended. "We cleanse the earth of Thorne’s filth. You need to eliminate the spawns of the Obsidian.

Blade came out with his usual all black clothing—a big black sweatshirt, a black baggy jean, black glasses, black face cap, black sneakers— and a revolver carefully tucked by his side. To my shock, the passenger door opened and a girl came out. She was obviously young, probably fourteen or fifteen with red hair and a round hazel eyes which peered at me through the glass of the coffee shop. I couldn’t help but wonder who she was and why Blade had decided to bring her along. They both shared words before walking towards the coffee shop. “Emily!” Blade called as he walked inside with his companion right behind him. “I’m right here,” I said waving my hands in the air to draw his attention.

His mouth watered but he did not take the cup from her hand. "Drink this, Warrior." When he did not immediately obey her command, she cocked an eyebrow at him, the look perfectly mirroring the one her mother had given him not long ago. "Relax, Brandur the Destroyer, I'm not going to hurt you," she said, parroting his words. "It is only a restorative tea. If I wanted to kill you, I would do it in battle, not by cowardly poisoning."

The four commanders sit down across from the Kea females who were first in line, and the announcer clears his voice. "Next up are the Captains. There are quite a few, so ages and achievements will have to be something you find out yourselves, ladies. Let's begin. Capt. Cull- Shikazs, Capt. Moor- Gaimo, Capt. Tilk- Bronkark, Capt. Bolis- Vaal, Capt. Nole- Bronkark, Capt. Terrax- Glortinon, Capt. Het- Makskin... With each name, my fear grows. These aliens are twice the size of their female counterparts, and they don't look friendly. They don't necessarily look mean either, but I can tell they have killed. Their bodies and demeanor say power. A power that I could never dream of matching.

My condition couldn't handle the amount. I spilled the water out of the blue. "It's salty!" Haiban takes the glass from my hand and enchants it. "You're not good with visitors as always, captain," he teases, then gives me the glass with purified water in it. "You," the captain leans his elbows on his table, "brought a woman with you. What do you need to talk about with me?" he asked. His cold sharp eyes and the monotone are so unwelcoming unlike his laughter while slaughtering his people a while ago. What a psycho.

It is common for fighters to mask their emotions in order to pose a threat to their opponent. "Beast is my underling. I'm the captain here! I've done far more than this when I was your age, so if you tried to impress me with your strength, you failed! I'll advise you know how you talk to me! Don't throw your weightless weight around me!" Declan scoffs. "Captain? Your aura is identical to that of beast! You must be a mere ceremonial head because there isn't anything particularly impressive about you! I've already told you mine! If you want to live, get out, but if you have a death wish, stay!"