Bleach Squad 4 Novels & Stories

He turned his void-black eyes toward us. "Get inside!" he bellowed, his voice a distorted growl. He pointed a clawed finger at a heavy reinforced door down the hall. "The code is 4-4-Alpha-9! Go!" A team of four more mercenaries rounded the corner behind him, raising their net launchers. "Kai!" I screamed. Kai didn't turn. He dropped to all fours and charged, a runaway train of muscle and rage. He slammed into the mercenaries, scattering them like bowling pins.

His eyes stayed on mine before drifting down slowly, blatantly, like he was issuing a silent challenge. I looked away. After the director finally shut up, the field grew noisy again while we waited for the instructors. Wesley strolled over, and I could feel the jealousy radiating from the girls around me. “Squad 4,” he said. “Looks like fate has good taste.” I didn’t glance at him. “I don’t mind sharing a squad with someone this beautiful. Someone different.” “Look, your flattery won’t work on me. You’re wasting your breath. You already have your fan club drooling for you. I’m not part of it.”

My voice was low but steady. Julia’s gaze flicked to Stephen. Of course. Waiting for backup. But Desmond spoke first. “I think she’s old enough to choose for herself. It’s her summer, her training.” “Thanks,” I muttered, grateful. I looked back at Desmond. “Can you walk me through the teams again? I don’t really know how they work.” He nodded. “Sure. We’ve got five main squads: Ironclaws they focus on close combat, raw strength, and endurance.

The Next Day Lira's POV The air inside the arena pulses with electricity as we cheer the team, waving the pom-pom in our hands. Dressed in a super tight uniform—red and white—the sir nibbles at my exposed skin. It isn’t a game—it’s just a rehearsal between the team members. There’s a competition between Moonfang and Moon Eclipse college in four months’ time and of course Coach Daniel has ordered the team to start rehearsing immediately. The team are split into two squads—each with six members—red jerseys against white, moving through the scrimmage as Coach Daniel barks out orders from the bench.

The link was silent, as often happened when there was a flurry of action to keep too many from sending in. Finally, the warrior assigned to Moira’s team called in. They had destroyed the remaining four from the other two squads. It took less than two minutes and not a single one of them was even touched. Bo and Jessica were both forced into submission. Adrian’s head snapped up and he noted the devastated look on Marta’s face. She had the advantage in leaders this year with three of the six squads being led by brawlers. Now there was one and he was setting up a basecamp on the edge of the river. As Moira’s squad’s movements were reported, all eyes were on the map. They were circling closer to

Heavy Fighter [A] 4x Raijin Concepts “Shatterpulse” Mortar [X] — Their captain, Tyretha, appeared on the fleet’s comms and signaled their readiness once all were fully deployed. “Hydra squadron, ready to go,” she said. “Received, Hydra,” Lucifer answered.

I listen as the squads sound off that they’re ready. “Take as many alive as possible, use only the force necessary to subdue the enemy. On three. Three … Two … One … ATTACK!” On the monitor, I watch as the squads rush into the buildings. As soon as the doors bang open, all hell breaks loose. Piper POV

The girl looked into the visor of the Human Base Tech, seeing only emptiness in those eyes. Assessment day has always been Squad Alpha's favorite day. While they were never allowed to give an opinion before, they were asked to help with the challenges. Most of the challenges were normal, like sparing, agility tests, stealth, and target practice. Though a few were a bit more unique. There is a game called Prey-Hunter, lung capacity test, or Aeon's personal favorite and current objective; Wake Up Call.

The ghouls had been only a warm-up. Aziz’s lip curled. “Marids,” he spat the word like a curse. “Be on your guards! This won’t be easy.” Their grins split wide, teeth glimmering sharp white against their endless black skin. My stomach dropped. Adem let out a nervous laugh, twirling his blade like he was showing off. “Doesn’t look so bad.” Adlee snapped back, his voice tight. “You’re shaking, idiot.” “I’m not—” “You are,” I cut him off, my own voice trembling. “Both of you, focus.”

Making my way to my room, I slipped into my black tactical shirt, pants, boots and gloves readying to head out to what me and the guys called the maze. Sending a text to Papa and Madre that I was leaving and to let Val know, I jumped into my Subaru WRX and took to the wild terrain of my back yard. The bumps and dips toggled me and loosened up my body so that I could enjoy the hunt. I grabbed my walkie and let out a howl, waiting for a signal to go at any moment. "The motherfūcker is back! You're clear to enter into the game Claymore." The nickname given to me by my brothers in arms was code for battle. I clipped the walkie to my Molle webbed belt and picked up my knives sliding them into the