Bleach First Captain 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.

A smile curved across her face, small and satisfied, like she'd been waiting to see exactly this happen. I was almost sure I'd never seen her before. I tried to hold onto the image, memorize the shape of her face, but my vision was already going soft at the edges, the lights overhead smearing into long, pale streaks. Then everything went black.

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?”

He was poised low on the ground, ever ready to strike with his shinobuken held horizontally in front of him, his left hand behind. “Were we in a trainin’ dojo where ye’ve been raised,” the captain said, “no one would claim victory… BUT HITHER IS NOT A DOJO!” Captain Fang thrust his amputated right arm and released the harpoon on the end of it. As a matter of fact, Sasha had earlier grabbed a handful of salt when he tumbled forward across a drying pan. Now he swung his left hand from behind him and flung the salt to the captain’s eyes like a sumo wrestler purifying the ring.

“Is he always like that?” Noah nodded, completely unsurprised, and reached for the last piece of toast. “He’s the captain for a reason. The man treats rest days like insults.” June chuckled under his breath. We finished the rest of the food in a looser mood once Kyle was gone. The kitchen filled with the clink of forks against plates and the overlapping noise of people who weren’t carrying the same weight I was.

"I am the captain of the Golden Trio. I lead Chase and Karius on the ice, and I lead them in this house. If you are going to share your affection with us, Cassy, I claim first priority. Always." "First... priority?" I repeated, my pulse thumping wildly in my neck. "First priority," Elijah confirmed, his thumb slowly sliding up my chin to rest against my lower lip. He pressed down gently, tracing the soft, swollen curve of my mouth. "Look at your lips. Chase bit you, didn't he? He tasted you before I could." "Elijah..." I gasped softly as his thumb slipped slightly past my teeth, feeling the hot, wet velvet of the inside of my mouth.

He almost looks as if he is made of metal. 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...

He was trying to get back to the place he needed to be to address all of this without holding on to anything that was going to be said or done in the next few hours. “We have a match.” The captain said, and Max looked up. “What?” Max asked. “The gun was a match.” The captain said. “Good,” Max replied. “Are you ready?” the man asked. “No.” Max replied with a laugh, “but I will figure something out. “Which are you going to start with?” The man asked as he looked at Max. “The DA is ready to go in with you.” “The mother should go first,” Max replied as she looked at the man.

“You’re his Bleeder and this is your first duty. Come now, he is not known for his patience.” “Well, he can go fvck himself for all…” She gasps and shuts my lips as she looks over my shoulder. I see fear in her eyes and everyone else’s before I turn around and see Prime Alpha Nikolai’s commander. The man who punched me into unconsciousness. Trevor, I remember. “The Prime Alpha awaits his dinner with his Bleeder.” That is all he says, and Minerva pushes the food tray to me. My heart leaps in my chest. This is really happening. I’m really a Bleeder.

I spat back. I did not block his next strike. I stepped entirely inside his reach. I let the plasma blade burn a shallow, agonizing line across my left shoulder. I ignored the screaming pain. I drove my mundane steel broadsword directly upward, sliding the blade perfectly under the rim of his golden breastplate and straight up into his heart. The captain's eyes went wide behind his visor. He dropped his burning sword and collapsed to the cobblestones. I pulled my blade free, clutching my bleeding shoulder.