Bleach Former Captains Novels & Stories

She requested as she tries to give the bottle to Hyun Ah. "Captain... is this the sanction that you were referring to?" Autumn asked the Captain worriedly. Blanche opened her eyes and give the newbie a sly smile. "Kind of," she shrugs. "Strip," Hyun Ah said casually as she accepts the antiseptic bottle from the Captain's hand. "Oh, being aggressive as fuck," Blanche kid as she strip her hoodie jacket, revealing her bruised and bleeding back to her comrades.

Now I feel even more pressured. "Next up are the Captains. There are quite a few, so ages and achievements will have to be something you find out for 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...," the Kea rapid fires and we walk out of the holding room. I try to keep my face blank as I take my seat, but I can feel the females look me over. When I bring my eyes up I look right into the face of the most beautiful Bronkark woman I have ever seen and a smile breaks across my face.

“I think we all feel the same.” I nod, forcing myself to move on from it and lifting my eyes again to meet his. “Are the captains the same?” “No, actually,” Luca says with a grimace. “Heggardy and his co-captain are back amongst the general draft pool and there are four teams this time. Each only with one captain.”

"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?”

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.

"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."