Bleach Vice Captains Novels & Stories

It's like I'm going to do something bad, if he can see it. I just scolded Zen deep in my hard and introduced him to the rest. For them not to be too vigilant towards each other and to stop some unpleasant atmosphere. "Vice Captain, this is Zen. A mercenary I hired. Zen, this Vice Captain Illard of the knight squad.” I introduce them in a very short and simple manner. Zen nodded to the Vice Captain and vise-versa. The Vice Captain is very professional, he didn't ask me about a new member he didn't know would join us. He just accepted my whim with acknowledgment and fair vigilance.

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?"

Jax was 17, just like I was, Pat was almost 16, Haven was 12, and Sal was 5. I couldn't even imagine Jax as an Alpha, he was cruel, far from just, and unpredictable. I had no idea where he got his cruelty and lack of morality from. His mom, who was our Luna, Luna Cecilia, was practically a saint. Our Luna and Alpha were practically made for each other with how wonderful they both were.

' '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.

a reporter called, I felt a hand on my shoulder. “You have got this captain” Martin said, I glanced up at the tall alpha. “Thanks” I said and went up to the reporters, “hello” “Hello,” some answered. “How do you feel about playing against Crimson icehawks? Especially after their captain knocked you out on your last game together?” A female reporter who I perceived is a beta asked, reminding of the last season, several months ago. Crimson icehawks and their damn Captain, Orson Vexley. Orson Vexley is a pompous, arrogant, full of himself bastard.

Ethan Kane transferred to Hazard High Elite hockey team. He came to fight for the captaincy he has admired all this years. But then he meets his old best friend and secret crush, Jax Rivera wearing the C badge referring to the captain of the team on his jersey. Their reunion ignites buried tension and old feelings. After losing a match that would have earned him a chance of being the captain, he finds himself pinned against the tiled walls in the locker room by Jax. Instead of shoving him off, Ethan finds himself surrendering completely to Jax and allowing him to take his dream completely. Jax then offers a deal that Ethan gives him total submission while he on the other hand keeps it a

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.

Alex dropped into the chair, stiff. The captain leaned back in his creaky seat, studying him like he was trying to read a messy report. Reeves was built like an old linebacker gone soft, gut straining his shirt buttons, gray hair thinning on top. Twelve years as captain meant he’d seen nearly everything. Alex used to find comfort in that steady presence.

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.

Victor sneered, shaking the blood from his blade with contempt. Then, with a thunderous rumble, a motorcade rolled in. "Step aside, don't get in the way!" The crowd reluctantly parted, their discontent palpable. However, the sight of the impressive procession kept them from causing trouble. "Looks like we've got another one begging to die," said Victor with a twisted grin as he spun his blade and slid it back into its sheath. For him, killing was a twisted kind of fun. "Mister Kane, we've arrived," announced the old captain, opening the car door with a respectful bow.