Bleach First Captain Novels & Stories

"You want the other part." "Yes." "I have never moved that fast in my life," he repeated, quieter now, each word deliberate, stripping away every ounce of his usual arrogant captain swagger. "Because there was nothing left in me that could have let them take you. Nothing rational. Nothing careful. Just five years of pretending you were an enemy, breaking apart in about four seconds flat." My throat worked overtime, desperately searching for a witty comeback that wouldn't make me sound like a teenager reading a diary. "You're supposed to be my enemy."

He was attired in a shirt that was as blue as his eyes and black pant as dark as his neatly brushed hair and a black shoe. "Nala," the bitch had the nerves to call me. "Don't call my name in your fucking mouth," I told him off angrily. "I'm sorry for hurting you," he says to me. Before he could tell me any more lies. I shut him up with the fourteen words I was sleepless and dying to tell him. "I Nala Blacke, reject you, Alpha Anton Bates as my one true mate!" I shouted loudly to him that it echoes in the entire room.

While they all looked expectant and excited to watch her fight, Zephyr looked like he didn't want her to be doing this but he couldn't stop her but she mistook it as he didn't believe she could fight. She turned her gaze back to Antonio. "Let's start." She said with determination. She was going to impress Zephyr. Antonio attacked first. He used his stick to strike at Bellona and luckily, she was quick enough to block it. She then raised her head and looked at Antonio in shock.

His blade flashes, a blunted practice sword meant to bruise instead of cut, though he has the air of a man who wouldn’t mind if it cracks bone. He comes in fast and I take the first strike on my guard, but the second slips past and slams into my ribs. Pain steals my breath, but I let it fuel me. I step in, drive my elbow into his sternum, and when he staggers, I bring my sword around and tap him hard enough on the back of the head to make him curse. “Point to Hazel,” the captain barks. His voice carries no surprise, only a clipped acknowledgment. At least he doesn’t seem predisposed to turning me down. That’s something.

(Captain Linda) “This guy is on another level of douche bag…The President has put mark on him…as well as everyone on this list….I also got a new order from the President to you Captain…he want every single person on this list stay on this city..until the very end….”.(First Lieutenant Gremog)

Also, the thought of some arrogant new guy coming in and messing with my team’s chemistry pissed me off instantly. I opened my mouth to fire these questions at coach, but the door knob turned just then. “Reeves, your new teammate.” Coach gestured behind me. Frowning, I slowly glanced over my shoulder and the world stopped as familiar bright blue eyes met mine. He stretched a hand towards me, lips pressed into a thin line. “Hello, Captain.”

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...

Even though he still had that heavy clock hanging on his shoulders, he was shivering. ‘Serves him right for wanting us to go here,’ Ginika thought to himself distastefully. If there someone to blame for Balak’s death, that would be this captain. It was the Watcher’s job to kill the demons but, if this captain really care, should he at least sent more help? “What…what happened?” The captain stammered when he saw Balak, soaked in his own blood. “What do you think?” Vera asked coldly. She was on the gangway even before the boat could settle on it. “I want you to clean him up.”

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.”

I didn’t get five seconds. Three girls were already waiting by the sinks, all fake tans and fake laughs and real venom. I recognized them instantly regulars on Rowan’s I*******m comments, the ones who called him “daddy” unironically. And no I'm not some stalker, I just happened to notice one night, you know while digging up about him. “Wow, look who it is,” the blonde in the middle said, tilting her head like she was talking to a lost puppy. “Captain’s little charity case.”