Bleach Captain Commander Novels & Stories

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.

Now all the dark blue soldier could to was hold onto his large shield and hope that the claws could not rip through it as well. Nearby a grey-haired Guardian was wielding a long pole ending in a single-edged blade with a hook on the blunted side. He caught the bottom edge of a shield with the hook and yanked it towards him. The shield tilted to a slope, allowing Captain Caleb to ride over the barrier like it was a bridge. The Captain launched into the enemy with ease. "Thanks for the assist!" Caleb called as he slashed at the closest dark blue spearman.

If the alpha was lost, so was the clan. "Keep fighting, Alpha!" Kelda, the pack's shaman screamed over the rising wind and the crack of lightning crossing the sky. Brodolf threw his head back and howled, the sound long, loud and dripping with pain. Suddenly, he felt a pop, weak as a soap bubble, but a sign that he had won this round. They had once again beaten back the berserker that lived within him. Slowly, his body righted itself until finally he was left lying on his side, naked and spent, upon the frozen ground. Kelda sat next to him, murmuring nonsense and stroking his hair, giving him what comfort she could until he recovered enough to sit up and wrap the blanket she held around his b

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!"

His breath came in ragged, visible plumes. Liam didn't answer her with words. Instead, the heavy iron door at the back of the arena groaned open, its hydraulic seals releasing with a loud hiss. The Commander strode out onto the high platform, his heavy black cloak billowing behind him like the wings of a predatory bird. He was followed closely by a visibly shaken Torin and three other battle-scarred lieutenants who had been brought in to witness what was supposed to be an execution. Torin’s massive iron halberd looked incredibly heavy in his hands now, no longer a symbol of absolute intimidation but an awkward, cumbersome weight he didn't quite know how to carry. Liam descended the iron stai

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.”