Bleach Vice Captains Novels & Stories

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.

Also, the thought of some arrogant new guy coming in and messing with my team’s chemistry pissed me off instantly. I opened my mouth to fire these questions at coach, but the door knob turned just then. “Reeves, your new teammate.” Coach gestured behind me. Frowning, I slowly glanced over my shoulder and the world stopped as familiar bright blue eyes met mine. He stretched a hand towards me, lips pressed into a thin line. “Hello, Captain.”

She always has a new gist whenever we talk. I pulled off my clothes and took a quick shower. Once I was done I tried to do my assignment, and when that didn't work cause I was a bit distracted by images of a certain captain, I turned on my laptop to read a book and when that didn't work either, I simply gave up and lied down to sleep. And was inevitably assaulted with dreams about a dark skinned, curly haired captain. So much for being calm and getting a good nights sleep. Thanks for reading Please, Vote/Comment

Proceed only if you consent to raw, unrestrained dark erotic fiction that explores twisted desire without limits. ---- I slammed another shadow tendril into the last thug’s chest, pinning him hard against the rooftop vent like a fucking bug. The idiot gasped as his gun clattered uselessly to the gravel. The rain dripped down my violet bodysuit but I paid it no mind “Target neutralized,” I snarled into my earpiece. “Four down. You happy now, team?” “Nyx, wait for backup,” came Captain Helix’s voice echoed “We’ve got Echo and Steel en route. Don’t escalate..”

“Kian.” “No. I heard you.” He dropped his hand. He looked at the water instead of me. I wanted to take it back and I wanted him to stay shut and I wanted a third thing I did not have a name for. The radio on my belt crackled. Dispatch, then the dock, then a voice I had not heard in ten years and would have known in a hurricane. “Vance Maritime, this is Damian Ashcroft. I need your captain on this channel. Now.”

“Orders.” “Who gave the orders?” Blade demands. “Which precinct? Which captain?” The driver’s jaw tightens. “I don’t know. I was told: be present at the lot, wait for further instruction.” “Viper’s men will move him at 1418,” Blade says, lungs burning. “If he kills him — we burn every goddamn thread of your empire.” Viper’s smile doesn’t falter. “Then you’ll have a nice funeral, won’t you? And a whole lot more blood.”

' 'Regardless, everything is not important… as long as I can be with him,' I convinced myself before sighing. "Please move to the side," at that moment, I heard a stern voice say. "You are already not helping so at least don't be in everyone's way," the warrior told me. Hurriedly, I looked up and saw the vice-captain of the warriors. He is one of the strongest warriors of Alec, and because of that, his presence in this place is highly welcomed. ‘Unlike me,’ I thought before lowering my head in apology. “I’m sorry, vice-captain. I will get out of your way,” I softly told him. The warrior gave me a condescending look before walking away.

“Until it is sorted, no one goes near the admin offices, the equipment storage, or any reference files. No one ‘helps’ by looking around. No one discusses it in corners.” He let the silence sit for a second. “Cameras will be reviewed. Access logs will be checked. If you have information about missing records or about anyone attempting to remove them, you come to me directly. Not to each other, not to staff in passing either but to me.” Marcus stood still near the edge of the group, expression unchanged. Ethan kept his eyes forward. Jax watched from the stands without moving. Coach scanned the team once more. “You are done for the day. Change and go home. Anyone still on the property in twent

Then, a fresh G****e Alert popped up at the top of her screen, completely tanking the trajectory. It was a video clip from a sports morning show. The guest speaker was Hunter Vance—no relation to Eve's family, but a man who carried a different kind of pedigree. Hunter was the notorious captain of the New York Vipers, Terry’s fiercest division rival, and a player known for a dirty, psychological style of hockey both on and off the ice. Eve clicked play.

Whispers of excitement rose like waves over both groups. "You will have 15 minutes to choose your captains and format a plan. Starting Now!" The recruits all huddle up. I stand next to Blade. He looks at me with an evil grin on his face. "Welcome to hell week." **** ANNA We're all huddled together going over the plan. We chose a kid named Greg as Captain. He's smart, a born leader. Popular with the recruits. He organizes us into smaller groups to spread out.