Bleach Former Captains Novels & Stories

knows she's right. "I'm not doing this to get Bailey back," I finally say and I'm surprised by how steady my voice sounds. "I'm doing this to replace Hayes as captain. This is about my career, not about her. My career comes first." I try to explain even when I know it's total bullshit. Indeed, I do want to mess with Orion and take everything that he cherishes and includes the position of Captain at Blackhawks. But it's his relationship with Bailey that triggered everything, him taking her away finally made my hatred snap.

Doing it in Denver, with this team, was headline news. Jeremy continued, “I’m also proud to announce your 2004 team captains, as voted by the players themselves. On offense: Trisha Steinmetz. On defense: Alexandra Jordan and Morty Sample, co-captains. And on special teams: Heather Wammack.” The captains stood, each receiving their jersey and a handshake from Jeremy and Jenifer. The pride in the room was palpable. “Now,” Jeremy said, “Jenifer, the captains, and I will take your questions.”

“It’s a good thing you mentioned that. I talked to coach yesterday and he told me about his search for the new captain. I subtly inquired about your position and importance on the team and he said he was thinking of you.” I honestly couldn’t believe my ears. Coach Gremicks picked Blake when he was a junior to be captain of the team because Blake was awesome and Coach had a great eye for picking champs. There’s a reason we’ve gone this long without a captain and that’s because no one could actually fill Blake’s shoes. To think that Coach thought I was half as good as Blake made me feel a little bit proud of myself for how far I’d gotten in a sport I didn’t quite enjoy.

“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.”

The smile slipped from my face. At the top of the document was a silver-and-blue logo. The Chicago Blizzard. My pulse stumbled,slowly, I scrolled down,Past the management structure, past the player profiles. Until I reached the team captain. Aaron Carter. For a second, I forgot how to breathe. Five years ago, I had loved him with everything I had, he broke my heart, left me to raise his children. Now fate wanted me to work for him. "No." The word came out as a whisper.

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.”

My mind raced with so many thoughts and most of them centred on Lori. "He didn't even look at you." Benett's voice came from behind me, bitter and mocking. "None of us matter anymore. We're just the men who hurt his precious wife." "Shut up, Benett." I snapped and turned to him, remembering the part he played in hurting Lori, alongside other members of the team. All because he became the temporary captain of the team after I was hospitalised. "It's true. He disbanded the team, Silas. Our careers are over. And for what? Some Omega who couldn't keep her legs closed?"

Even though she was older, the charming, graceful middle-aged woman was the captain of the 1st division, and her name was Felicity Lawrence. There were five captains and more than 100 elite members of Admiralporium gathered there. The captain of the 2nd division, Drake Thompson, the captain of the 3rd division, Micah Crawford, the captain of the 4th division, Jasper Henderson, and an old acquaintance, Shien Cooke, were all there. Drake had met Kayson before in Clouspring as well. He had made a fool of himself in Kayson’s presence. At this very moment, his expression was indifferent, as if he was not acquainted with Kayson and he refused to look at him.

"As if you're ever blushing when I say something" I was blushing? When? Why? How? I gasp. "Because you always speak shit. We can blush if people say good stuff" "Bullshit", he scoffs. As the coach draws their attention to make a statement, we also look over there. "After a lot of discussion with the management, we have selected the new captain of our team. Samuel Vance Gabriel" As he announces his name, I jump off again, clapping and whistling as Samuel looks at me again with that pretty smile.

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.