Bleach Captains Jacket Novels & Stories

A voice came out, causing a hush of silence in the room. Out of the shadows, stepped the least person I expected. He looked way different from how I knew him. And this was the second time I was seeing him today. Jason Myers. What was the captain of the hockey team doing here? In a place surrounded by such men? The fat man's face had instantly turned white. “Mr. Myers. I didn't know she had an affiliation with you.” He stammered, instantly letting go of my hair. Jason's eyes narrowed, “Now you do, and that hand…” his gaze zeroing on the man's hand.

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

He pulled it over his head, his face hidden for a second beneath the mesh, before he ripped it off completely and threw it down onto the rubber mat. I blinked. Underneath his gear, Nathan was wearing a custom black t-shirt. Printed across the chest, in bold silver letters, was my number: 22. Below the number, written in huge white block text, was a single word: CAPTAIN Before I could even process what I was looking at, Nathan reached into his stall and grabbed his helmet. He didn't look back at me as he turned around, his skates grinding against the rubber as he faced the rest of the room.

The smile died instantly on my face. Staring back at me from the front page was Aaron. He was in his full Blizzard home jersey, his dark hair damp with sweat, his sharp gray eyes intense and commanding beneath the headline: *THE FASTEST RELEASE IN THE LEAGUE: HOW CAPTAIN CARTER DOMINATES THE BLUE LINE.*

Ever since that day, the word Captain had more weight than it should. Besides, I hated the hockey team. “Say it,” Zane said, “Say ‘yes Captain.” With a strained voice, I said. “Yes…Captain.” It sounded wrong. Forbidden. Like I was handing over something sacred. Zane tilted his chin, a smirk ghosting across his face. “Good.” His approval made my body shrivel in a way I dare not name. He turned around. He picked up a rope—red—from the desk. My stomach clenched hard. “I thought we agreed on no pain.”

Beneath the crisp white collar of his shirt, the black athletic tape on his left collarbone felt like a brand, tightening every time he took a shallow breath. To his right, Jaxson was a vision of pure, concentrated menace. The captain hadn't bothered with a suit; he wore a heavy, dark gray Warriors team blazer over a black button-down shirt, the top two buttons undone to expose the thick, ropy muscles of his neck. The green-and-purple bruise along his jawline stood out starkly under the recessed LED lights of the ceiling. He sat with his ankles crossed, his massive frame radiating a tense, territorial hostility that made the two league attorneys at the opposite end of the table look visibly

The officers, Aleah, and Dennis all turned their gaze toward the newcomer, curious about his arrival and what he might reveal about the unfolding drama. He stood at the doorway, his figure commanding attention as he held a camouflage jacket in one hand. His attire—a pair of camouflage pants, combat boots, and a black t-shirt—spoke volumes about his identity. His presence radiated authority and discipline, the unmistakable aura of a dignified soldier. His sharp eyes immediately scanned the room, landing first on the young woman seated near a police officer's desk. Her hands, stained with blood, trembled slightly, and her clothes bore the same crimson marks. The sight made his expression harde

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.

"Captain! He's waking up!" Grey heard a far echo, the voice of a man calling out to another named captain. The air smelt of smoke threatening to pull him up but the memories of before still fresh in his mind made him long for the opposite. He had no idea what he released into the world, all he knew was the name of the demon who betrayed him. The image that pushed him above against his will. Eyelids snapped against the light. A man in a jumpsuit with a free harness and red jackets with reflective stripes. A helmet crowned the look sporting numbers Grey couldn't recognize just yet.

I smirked right back. "Hey, Snow, move out of the way." It was Jackie, the team captain. Apparently, I was blocking her view of Salem Academy's newest hottie. Blerg. I stepped to the side and around to his back. I couldn't see it on either arm near the shoulder. "Looking for something?" Christopher asked, laughter in his voice. "Where is it?" I crouched down and touched his arm in the vicinity of the place I'd seen the tattooed blade on Kenmei.