Bleach Squads Captains Novels & Stories

“Mr. Cash, this is the eighth division captain of Admiralporium’s Squad 13 in Northspring, Campian Wolke.” Shaun, who was flabbergasted, quickly greeted the man. “Nice to meet you, Captain Wolke!” Campian greeted him back amiably. “Nice meeting you too, Mr. Cash. No need to be so courteous.” “Nice to meet you, Captain Wolke. I’m Bryce Jupp.” Bryce smiled politely, sounding incredibly courteous. He could not help it. Campian’s position as a captain was no weaker than a city’s leader simply in terms of his authority.

I answer. “Darius, it isn’t smart to piss off a Squad Captain. Dallas is a Squad Captain for a reason and she might hold this tattling you did against you for a while or for much longer.” Luna Pearl says with a wicked smile on her face. She didn’t just put them both in their place, but also warned them that they were risking our bond from forming. “This still doesn’t answer my question or their question.” Alpha Preston states. “Alpha, this is your territory and every Pack-member has to answer to you. I, on the other hand, am a Squad Captain for the Elders and I don’t owe you or anyone else an explanation.” I say before I get up.

“Squad 11, this is now our commanding officer Captain Aster Likaya. She will be leading us throughout the duration of the mission.” “Honored to meet you Squad 11” The Captain saluted back at the voltiirs putting them at ease. Battle Mage’s rarely held a spot in the DragonWolves, he expected some pangs of curiosity to emerge from the others but none came. “I trust you’ve all read the briefing files?” “YES MAM” cracked the squad. Froster noticed a light startle coming from the Captain. She truly wasn’t a Dragonwolf. “I trust you know what to expect?”

I leaned back on the cold metal bench, arms folded, my eyes fixed on Wesley like I was already bored of his existence. Of course he was going to do this. Squad meeting, half the squad buzzing with excitement. Our arrogant, annoyingly attractive squad captain standing in front of everyone like a goddamn poster boy for Lycans R Us. “We need to elect an assistant squad captain,” he said, voice smooth and full of false humility. “Anyone interested?” It was like a pop concert broke out. Girls—literally girls—were squealing, raising their hands like they were auditioning to birth his next heir. Someone even stood up, adjusted her bra, and waved like she was at a beauty pageant.

"I'm sorry to tell you, bruh, but it's always going to be this way. All these little girls are going to grow up to do the same sh*t ; get used to it. Speaking of which, when are you going to bring your boys in?" "Not yet, Creed; let them enjoy the next few weeks at least; they're young yet." It had been decided once we accepted that this Squad thing was something we wanted to do that we'd train the next generation in what we do here. If at some point in life they decide that it's not for them, then they can walk away. I'm down with it because it's a good cause and not because asshole Mancini keeps going on about traditions and sh*t .

This occurred when he entered the conference room and took his seat at the table. Turning my focus away from him, I silently wished that Ava would include her name on that list as their leader since that would have been the only way that what I had in mind was going to work out. I was hoping that she would be the one to take charge. "I wish you a pleasant morning, Alpha Aiden and Dr. Av and all of you seated here. In reference to the conversation we had the day before, I have arrived here with a list of our improvised squad, detailing their leaders as well as the guys that have been allocated to them. It was mentioned that there are four troops, and the names of the leaders of those troops a

I read in a book yesterday that for werewolves this is a sign of absolute submission. The Alphas behind us stay quiet, having already heard about the Death Squad’s intentions. Everyone watches in complete silence as the guys get up one by one and place a light kiss to the back of my hand as they pledge their loyalty to me. Well almost everyone. Leo growls lowly each time a guy approaches me. “We have received the news on Commander’s death. Our loyalty lies with you now.” One of the guys speaks. “My name’s Steele, this is Claw. We are in charge of this team.” I give him a slight nod in recognition as he introduces himself and his friend.

"Last night was... a mistake," Alexander said. He walked over to the bed, picking up his watch. His hands were shaking slightly. "It was the adrenaline. The stress. I had too much to drink." "You were sober, Alex," Oliver corrected him gently. "We both were." "Don't call me that," Alexander snapped. He finally looked Oliver in the eye. "I am the captain of the New York Glaciers. I have a reputation. I have sponsors. I can't... I can't do this."

“If my squad beats yours in next week’s friendly, you owe me one night. Dinner. Dancing. Dealer’s choice.” Maya blinked at him. “That’s wildly inappropriate.” “Just fun,” he replied, raising his brows. “Unless you’re worried I might win?” She was about to reply probably with something scathing harsh when a shadow approached. Leo. He looked like hell. Still pale from physio, but his eyes were blazing. “Blackwood,” he said coldly. Ethan turned, grinning. “Captain. Just teasing your girl.” Leo stepped closer. “You don’t speak to her like that. Ever.”

"Who's there?" Immediately, the two men put their serious faces back on as Officer James cleared his throat to speak. "Good afternoon Mrs. Ajayi, it's Officer James from Ketu district." Officer James? Why was he here? Did he go ahead to investigate Sylvester's death after I told him to drop it? Has he found Sylvester's killer? She was about feeding Stanley when she heard the bickering at the door but finally dropped the spoon with the bowl and head to the door.