Bleach Captains And Vice Captains Novels & Stories

his voice a low drawl, powerful enough to falter a soul. My lips felt dry, and I could feel trickles of sweat rolling down my spine. I didn’t feel brave anymore, not when I could feel the heated gaze at the back of my head. My eyes found Zale, his lips slowly turning pale, I could tell Knox was squeezing too hard. “Let him go,” I said, my voice softer. Stupider. He didn’t move, “and if I don’t?” he was taunting. I mean he should, what was I going to do against him? He was the captain of the hockey team, his name a legacy in these walls.

"Ryan Clarke. Beta bloodline. Loyalty rating: Triple-A." Ryan pumped a fist. "Yes!" "Marcus Wayne. Warrior bloodline. Combat honors: Double-A." "Sofia Ross. Medic bloodline. Professional rating: Double-A." One by one, my team's names were called. They boarded the transport, ecstatic. Soon, it was just me, Liam, and Chloe. "Elena Moonblade. Rank: Council Special Advisor. Clearance: Absolute." The captain's tone snapped to attention. He was instantly deferential. "Ma'am. You may board at your convenience."

“We didn’t ask you a question, we were calling you over so that we can give you the promotion to captain.” I quickly nodded in understanding. I made my way over to the group. We sliced our palms and bled over the cup. Then alpha began to speak. “Do you, Bryce, accept the position of Captain of the Luna’s security detail?” “I do Alpha!” I said as I puffed my chest out with pride to be given this rare opportunity. “Okay, now that that is done, why don’t we all sit down and talk about our next steps?” Luna Rae suggested. Soon we were all sitting comfortably. “ May I suggest something?” I asked.

“Captain, we’re destiny.” Ryan exhales dramatically, dragging the blade of his stick across the ice as we reset at center. “Of course this is obvious,” he mutters loud enough for everyone to hear. “The vice captain is always the one who leads the side opposing the captain.” Finn skates a lazy circle around him, grinning like he just discovered a new hobby. “Aw, don’t sound so tragic, vice! You say that like you’re the underdog in a motivational sports film.” Ryan makes a half-hearted attempt to swat him with his glove. “Get back to your position.”

“I’m not exactly a sports person.” “You will be after tonight. The energy is addictive. Hawthorne versus Westfield is always brutal—especially because of the captains. Brad Walker versus Sebastian Hale. Pure rivalry.” I raised an eyebrow. “Sebastian Hale?” “Captain of Westfield. Tall, insanely talented, and actually a decent guy from what I’ve heard not the cocky asshole type like Brad and his crew. The stands go wild whenever he’s on the ice. Total heartthrob material.” She winked. “You’ll see why.”

Even I blink… Wait—What? Kael’s expression hardens instantly. Coach Picasso turns to Treyvon. “Treyvon.” Treyvon looks up immediately. “You’re also stepping down from captaincy but you will be taking Kael’s previous position.” Treyvon actually looks less angry and more tired than shocked. Like part of him expected this already. Then Coach Picasso turns slightly. “Laurentis.” Every eye in the room swings toward me so fast it almost gives me whiplash. “You’ll be taking over as team captain effective immediately.”

“Mr. Cash, this is the eighth division captain of Admiralporium’s Squad 13 in Northspring, Campian Wolke.” Shaun, who was flabbergasted, quickly greeted the man. “Nice to meet you, Captain Wolke!” Campian greeted him back amiably. “Nice meeting you too, Mr. Cash. No need to be so courteous.” “Nice to meet you, Captain Wolke. I’m Bryce Jupp.” Bryce smiled politely, sounding incredibly courteous. He could not help it. Campian’s position as a captain was no weaker than a city’s leader simply in terms of his authority.

Philip countered, holding his ground. Before the argument could escalate any further, the head judge clapped his hands loudly from the front stage to command immediate order. “Attention, designers! The evaluation panel has finalized the scores, and the top rankings are now live on the main display screen.” I already knew my name wouldn't be anywhere near the top three after making such a fatal technical error. But despite the ache in my chest, I turned my head toward the glowing digital board anyway.

Liam said calmly, looking at Bluebird. "Central Military District's Special Forces squad is named Nine Nether. There are currently twelve active members, and I am the captain, Bluebird..." Despite her dissatisfaction, Bluebird began to introduce the team. As the captain, she was efficient and straightforward, using no unnecessary words. In a few short sentences, she provided a clear introduction.

Those cocky bastards always looked down on any sport that didn’t involve smashing people into rinks. John and Zane being Alphas and captains of both teams carried the enmity on their shoulders. I shot John a sharp look. “When did you and Zane get close enough to strike deals?” He shrugged like it was nothing. “Desperate times call for desperate measures.” “But why me?” I asked. “Does he think I’m that fucking monkey from Dora the Explorer, here to guide him through his gay exploration?” Every time there was tension between both teams, between John and Zane, I was always there, barking louder than John. Assistant Captain or not, it was my job to back up John.