Bleach Vice Captains Novels & Stories

Alice wouldn’t promise that she would stay still if she was provoked, like fighting a pureblood on her own, or at least try to. The man heaved a sigh, "She did ask a favor of me, but following you around was of my own volition. You see, I don’t easily let just any hunters in my team. If you still don’t recognize me, I’m the vice captain of the southern division, Johan Westfield. You definitely should know me if you were paying attention in the orientation that was given to everyone literally every two weeks. Although, considering how skilled you are, I definitely want you to be on my team. The vampire situation is getting worse on my end, and we really need extra hands." It clicked to her as

I couldn't get the image of me screaming under him, cumming like an idiot and even begging him to fuck me harder out of my mind. I scrubbed my neck until the skin was raw, desperate to wash away the scent of him, that mix of expensive cologne and the lust in his eyes. I leaned my forehead against the tile, letting the water pelt my back. I was Elias Carter, the captain of the Northwood Titans. My life was built on discipline, morning drills, and a reputation for being untouchable. Yesterday, I was all those things before I lost to Ryder. "Get it together," I hissed at my reflection in the fogged-up mirror. My lower lip was slightly swollen, a visible mark of my shame. I looked at the "C" on

"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."

And standing at the very center, his dark cape catching the bitter northern wind, was Silas. Even from this height, his aura was visible. a shimmering, oppressive wave of dominant power that forced the air out of the courtyard. Across the threshold of the open gate stood the Iron Claw messenger. He was a high ranking enforcer, a man I recognized all too well from Kaelen’s inner circle: Captain Vance. Vance was a brutal man, accustomed to throwing his weight around, but right now, standing before the Lycan Alpha, he looked painfully small. His posture was rigid, his shoulders tense, and his hands were clenched so tightly around the white flag of parley that his knuckles were white.

I took one for Blayne and Duke helped himself. Gamma Caleb and Beta Kenny shook with fear. They were next after witnessing the horrendous death of their ignoble Alpha. “Kill them all,” Vance growled with blazing specks of red in his iris. “With pleasure.” Blayne gave them a wicked smile and elongated his claws, eyes dilated. “No! No!” Luna Jessica rambled nonsensically for a lenient sentence. “You can’t. Don’t. I’m not. They. No, please!” “Arrgghhhh!” Blood curdling shrills rolled out of their mouths. In one go, Blayne’s long, hard, sharp cream claws sliced the necks of all three fear-ridden people.

This time I smirk at the speechless man, the table growing quiet to watch the three of us closely. “Sky needs a second in command, and since you were the first to swear your loyalty to me and judging by how he trusts you, I want you as Vice Captain.” I state, leaving no room for arguments. Sky his shaking beside me, doing his best to stifle his chuckles as the rest of the men watch with amusement.

I wiped my eyes with my sleeve and lifted my head to look at him. “You know I’m on your side, no matter what,” Philip began, keeping his gaze dead locked onto mine. “And if Lucas really is stepping out on you or playing games behind your back while you’re away, then he’s anb idiot who doesn't deserve a single second of your time. But... you need to breathe for a second.” “How can I breathe when—” “Listen to me,” Philip interrupted gently, holding up a finger. “A blurry photo taken from across a cafeteria aren't the whole story. You’re letting anger and distance fill in the blanks.”

“We’re not friends. I don’t owe you an explanation.” “No, but you owe me one,” I said, planting my hands on my hips. Maverick turned to me and swallowed. He parted his lips to blurt out an explanation, but the Daciana Devils climbed out of their seats. They headed straight for us. “Never mind this. Let’s get out of here,” I said. “Brave of you to show up alone, Captain Maverick,” Austin, the vice-captain of the devils, said. “Never come to a bar fight without a knife.”

Chapter 8 Carter shoots the man who attacked Mayor Jill and instructs two of his comrades to bring Mayor Jill to the nearest hospital to be treated and inform Cliff of this incident. Carter and his other comrades were very skilled, they've beaten up every single attacker. They have saved Mr. Grey and everyone from the charity event as well. After the mission, he rushed to the hospital only to find out that Mayor Jill didn't make it. It was very hard for him to see Mayor Jill like this. For him, Cliff was one of his good friends, and losing a father would be devastated for him and his sister especially, knowing that their other died when they were still young.

The three men, Smelly Leader, Idiot Twat and Super Fugly stared at her like she was crazy. "Seriously guys, this is priceless." She would have wiped tears from her eyes if her hands weren't busy elsewhere. "Vladimir Sitnikov is about to take down that door, dismember you while you're still alive and you have no fucking clue exactly who it is you've stolen."