Bleach Former Captains Novels & Stories

"He's failed as a captain, and horribly so at that. What right does he have to continue being a captain? Also, do you two know what you've done wrong?" Aspen and Bianca shuddered, and their minds blanked. Bianca lost her footing and stumbled, almost falling to the ground. Aspen had to hold her steady. Only a handful of people would dare call their captain 'little blade'. However, only one would dare strip their captain of his post—the legendary one they called the Lord of War. Even their captain, Josh Blade, only had the honor of following the Lord of War for a few days. Those few days of experience were much more precious than all the honorable medals he received on his wall!

From the corner of my eye, I saw the old guys in all various states of undress had stopped whatever they were doing and were now leaning against lockers, sizing up the new guys like lions watching a fresh herd stumble into their den. When Coach cut me a glance, I nodded and stepped forward. “Alright listen up! I am Noah Carter and captain of the Arctic Blades! ” I boomed, catching the attention of every guy in the room. “These are our new teammates. You old bastards are literal O.G’s and it’s your job to make them feel welcome. You were all rookies once, remember?”

Across the square, reporters shouted questions that bounced off the wet concrete. “Captain Davies, how does it feel to expose the truth?” “Maya, what’s next for the League?” “Is this the end of corruption in the sport?” Leo barely heard them. His mind replayed the last six months — the nights without sleep, the betrayals, the secret recordings, the press conferences that nearly tore them apart. He’d been a captain on the field, but off it, he’d become something else — a fighter in a war he never chose. And now that it was over… he didn’t know how to breathe again.

I asked, curious. He grinned wide. “Because you were chosen to be part of the team!” I smiled faintly, a spark of old pride flickering inside. Of course they had to pick me. I had been in the academy since I was a kid—hockey was in my blood, even if my father had tried to poison it. “That’s good.” But then Blake’s expression turned sad. “What is it?” I pressed. He hesitated. “Liam is the captain.”

“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 equipment room was too small, the air too thick. “Let go.” “Make me.” I gnashed my teeth. “Touch me again and I’ll scream.” “Go ahead.” His smirk widened. “Coach hears you in here with me, he’ll bench us both. Co captains, remember?” The word co captains hit like a slap. Yesterday, after Zane had body checked me into the boards during mixed drills, Coach Harlan had clapped his meaty hands and announced, “Asher and Ryker… co captains. Learn to play nice, or don’t play at all.” I’d nearly shifted right there on the ice.

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.

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.

A few whispered, eyes widening as they recognized me. "This is Xander Hayes," Coach boomed. "Former Blizzards captain, scoring machine. He's joining us as a forward. You'll better treat him right—he's here to help us howl our way to wins." The group erupted in cheers and claps at the news. A tall guy with a beard stepped forward first—must be the current captain, judging by the C on his jersey. "I'm Eriksson, captain. Heard a lot about you, Hayes, you're a legend on the ice. Welcome to our team." He shook my hand, a genuine smile on his face.

Their armors already covered their faces, showing that they were ready for battle. At this moment, Kalen faintly felt like he could hear boss music being played. His jaw dropped completely, as he saw the captains moving with the shoe on the water surface like master sea surfers who knew their stuff. He had heard of anti-gravity shoes, but he had never heard of this water cheat. “Try your best to escape.” The overall Spartan Captain, Captain Vladimir’s deep voice commanded the last battleship on the comm as he led his Captains to fight for their last battleship’s survival.