Bleach Vice Captains Novels & Stories

A hostage to a bond she might be, but I was still her Alpha. The doors of my study burst open without a knock. The scent of steel, sweat, and royal incense filled the room instantly, drowning out the lingering smell of Marla's fear. "You're tracking mud across my carpets, Vance," I murmured, clasping my hands behind my back. "To hell with your carpets, Lucian," Vance panted, his heavy leather boots thudding against the floor as he closed the distance between us. His breathing was wild. I could smell the adrenaline bleeding through his pores.

I was proud of it. The office buzzed around me. Phones ringing. Keyboards clicking. Reporters pitching stories, arguing with editors, chasing deadlines. I used to sit in the back corner, the new girl from nowhere, terrified to speak. Now I had my own office. My own team. My name on the masthead. People respected me. Feared me, even. Emily Vance, the journalist who brought down corrupt men for a living. They didn't know the first corrupt man I brought down was my own flesh and blood.

“How—how do I do that?” Devin taps the key on the table and pushes it toward me. “Steal his captain’s jersey and leak the team’s playbook. Trust me, our coach hates nothing more than incompetence and recklessness. Those are the two traits he doesn’t want in his captain. If he finds out the team’s guide was leaked online, you can bet Carl will be stripped of his position—and likely kicked off the team. His teammates might even see him as a traitor and turn against him. And what is that asshole without his loyal goons…?” Devin leans back with a shrug, leaving the question hanging. It all makes sense now.

My vision blurred as I tried to stay conscious. Blood trickled down my face, warm and sticky. Damn, they got me. I struggled to move, but my body wouldn’t respond. Where is that fucking pysco adrenaline when you need it? “Shit, she's bleeding,” one of them muttered, panic in his voice. The captain turned, eyes narrowing as he saw me on the ground. “I told you to take her, not kill her,” he spat out, clearly pissed. “But sir, if she is on MANA, taking her would have been impossible,” one of them said, trying to defend his acti

That’s our captain for you haha. They tried to get rid of him by killing him first, but ended up getting killed by him instead. We won the clash and didn’t waste any time and went straight to the top with no tower. They push and cracked the inhibitor, they successfully pushed the two towers and eventually break the opponents base. “Victory!” The commentator declared. We all got up and give a high five to each other. Everybody was so ecstatic about winning this match. “Dude that was intense, but it was enjoying!” Blaire said.

Their armors already covered their faces, showing that they were ready for battle. At this moment, Kalen faintly felt like he could hear boss music being played. His jaw dropped completely, as he saw the captains moving with the shoe on the water surface like master sea surfers who knew their stuff. He had heard of anti-gravity shoes, but he had never heard of this water cheat. “Try your best to escape.” The overall Spartan Captain, Captain Vladimir’s deep voice commanded the last battleship on the comm as he led his Captains to fight for their last battleship’s survival.

He snapped a wrist shot into the top corner of the net so hard the black puck rattled violently inside the twine. Ethan slammed his stick against the plexiglass in celebration, cheering. Damon coasted backward, turning toward the stands to wipe sweat from his brow with his glove. His dark eyes scanned the perimeter until they locked onto me standing by the tunnel. Even from fifty feet away across a crowded ice rink, I saw his entire demeanor shift. The ruthless, cutthroat captain melted away. A tiny, quiet smile touched his lips—a private, subtle look meant entirely for me. My betraying heart gave a sudden, painful flutter. I couldn't help it. I smiled back.

He chuckles, the sound low and rough. Everett Griffin stands at least six-foot-three, broad-shouldered, with the lean, sculpted build of someone who's spent years on a volleyball court. Dark hair falls carelessly over sharp brows, framing a face that's unfairly handsome. The kind of face that makes girls lose their minds. Which is honestly a waste. Because his personality is absolute trash. Everett is the captain of Gladdis' men's volleyball team, and annoyingly, he's incredible. His spikes are brutal, his reflexes ridiculous—I've watched the men's championships once or twice—and everyone treats him like some volleyball god.

Never. ( ￣︿￣ )ノ ‘Not. Letting. Baby. Out. Of. Sight.’ Blackie: (◞‸ლ) ‘…Trey, shields up, this might get nasty.’ And thus, the brave zombie warrior Levi, with bloodshot eyes and unyielding spirit that didn’t fear death, forced the other three little minions to line up and follow his domineering lead. Marching onwards and beyond! To their deat– ahem, the totally non-fatal lunch appointment.

He keyed in a code, and the doors slid open to reveal a silent, mirrored cube. They descended in the humming quiet. Jay watched their reflections—Rafe, a pillar of contained violence in his dark clothes; himself, face set in a mask of cold purpose, the faint shadow of the bite mark on his neck a visible brand. This is who you are now, the reflection seemed to say.