Bleach Vice Captains Novels & Stories

He looked up and said only, “You did it clean.” She let the praise sit like a band on a wound. “Tomorrow I meet the captains,” she said. “Tomorrow they meet you,” he corrected. “Remember: captains are mirrors. They show their crews what to be afraid of.” She slept light and woke with steel in her mouth. The captains filed into the long room like a Greek chorus in suits—old scars, new watches, faces set in those neutral lines men wear when they want to be surprised by nothing. Vince stood at her shoulder; Marco took notes with a pen that made pleasing noises on paper. Lenny sat two seats down, which was both a kindness and a test.

Vex Mercer, the man half the city of New Orleans feared, was getting talked to by his own daughter. Vex turned back to me and stepped closer. Tge light from the torch hit his face right, and the scars around his jaw made him look even more menacing. “Oh, I see. I know your face now,” he grunted. “You’re the Revenants’ vice president, aren't you?” I let out a rough breath through my teeth. “Yeah? And I recognize you too, Victor Mercer. President of the Iron Serpents.” I paused and added, “I didn’t think I’d get the pleasure of meeting you while bleeding all over your dirt.”

Third POV " Oh , it's because privacy is very important for assassins. They can't disclose their identities to anyone. But believe me, my captains are talented in every field," Brendon replied sarcastically. " Proceed with your introduction quickly," Brendon says and the next one gets up. " I'm an assassin too, I'm called a blood hunter." Another female captain, she was brunette with a slim figure, the trained body of assassins for escaping and running away. " I'm a Sniper, my codename is Blossom."

The tall one had blonde hair, brown eyes, a bag over his shoulders and daring look while the other had blue hair with blue eyes, his face was cute, like a fallen angel. “That’s Emory and Marsh, Emory is the captain of the hockey team” Xyla whispered in my eyes, it felt like talking about them openly would inquire consequences. I looked over at them, their seat were aligned. Emory sat behind Marsh. A part of the hockey team, I thought about it, seeing them made me excited, I couldn’t wait to apply for the hockey team. “Marsh is the right defenseman” Adele added. I nodded, then she leaned closer.

Napailing na rin si Ena at ngumingisi nang mag-isa habang nasa libro ang mga mata. Athelia leaned closer to me. "Siya ang Vice-Captain ng Basketball team!" Nanlaki ang mga mata ko sa pagkabigla at kalaunan ay hindi napigilang humalakhak. "Si Ford ang Vice-Captain ng Basketball team? Kung ganoon sino ang Captain? Si Ivan?" That would be expected since Ivan looked like the person who would enjoy sports but I didn't expect that in Ford. Not that I am certain they were indeed telling the truth.

"Ma'am" " And this is Vice." Viper points to the man standing next to Casper. He has black hair similar to mine. He has green eyes that shine in the light. His face is classic handsome, almost the boy next door look. He isn't as muscular as Casper but he has them. I can see his washboard abs through his shirt. His patch tells me he is his club's Road Captain.

he said his eyes bloodshot and filled with resentment. “It will be fun.” He said as he laughed again. I gazed at him and moved my hand and slapped him on his cheek. He stopped laughing and moved his hand on his cheek. He gazed at his hand at the blood that trickled from the blow of the cuffs on my hands. He smirked at me as his cold eyes held mine. “How dare you..” he said as he gritted his teeth. Suddenly I felt a searing pain on my back. I cried in agony as I gazed at Claus. He smirked at me, his left hand holding a whip that I never saw him have it in the first place.

The penthouse door swung open and I knew Marcus Vance had me by the balls before he even spoke. I stepped inside the sleek top floor suite overlooking Manhattan. Floor to ceiling windows showed the city lights blinking like they knew every dirty secret. Vance sat behind a massive desk in a crisp suit, looking every bit the shark who owned half the league. Two bodyguards hovered near the bar, not even pretending to blend in. "Captain Ryder. Right on time," Vance said, voice smooth as ice. He waved at the leather chair across from him. "Sit. Drink?"

Just as the Captain paused , a homicide team leader walked up to the trio and whispered something into the Captain's ear. Antonio's eyes flicked to Grinch, who stood silently by the jeep bonnet, his eyes fixed on the homicide team leader's lip. The Captain dismissed the homicide leader with a wave and narrowed his gaze dangerously at Antonio before he walked away. Grinch leaned in closer to Antonio 'Blade Knuckles', "I know that look, they found something" "Get the mouthpiece 'gangster lawyer' on stand by," Anthony instructed cautiously. Grinch nodded, his eyes betraying no emotions, he pulled out his phone and dialed a number.

The perfect weapon had been forged, sharpened, and placed directly into the hands of a sociopath. And now, the story was about to turn the camera around. The golden illusion was about to shatter, and the reader was about to step out of Mwajuma’s blissfully ignorant perspective, descending into the pitch-black, horrifying reality of the Vanguard Captain’s true nature.