Captain 10 Bleach Novels & Stories

he yells. I shake my head. "Like you'd leave without me!" I see him smile his goofy smile. He's missing four teeth in the front and has two silver teeth in the back. His greying hair is tied clumsily behind a dirty and worn down green bandana, making him look like a crazy old man. He may look crazy, and is crazy, but he has the biggest heart out of anyone. He's treated Nate and I like his very own children for years now. Ever since our first captain, Black Blood, was fatally injured during an on-going war and in his last dying breath named Nate the new captain. Black Blood took us to be his very own children since he never had any of his own. The memory of him brought tears in my eyes but I

For the first time, he didn’t seem like the untouchable captain everyone feared. I don’t know what made me walk over. “You okay?” I asked quietly. He lifted his head slowly. Those icy blue eyes met mine, and for a second he looked surprised I was still there. I shifted on my feet. “Earlier… when that guy got hurt. You got to him really fast. Thanks for helping him. Most captains would’ve waited for the coach.” Cole stared at me for a long moment, like my words didn’t make sense to him. “You noticed that?”

"What's wrong? Is there a problem?" The captain looked up, his face grim. "Chloe Greene," he continued, his voice devoid of emotion. An even longer silence. Liam was growing anxious. "Sir, is there an issue? I'm an Alpha, and she's one of the few omegas left. Our ratings should be top-tier." Captain Chris closed the datapad. He glanced at me, then turned his icy gaze on Liam and Chloe. "I'm sorry." Two words, like a bolt of lightning.

“Now, both of you out! I’m going to bed!” “It’s four in the afternoon.” “Fuck you!” SLAM! * * * * Ren Shibasaki watched on with emotionless eyes as a member of the Hati organisation led him to the room where he was to meet the captain of the Phantoms – the second-in-command of the Hati organisation. “You’re Ren Shibasaki?” said a voice, and Ren raised a brow when the captain of the Phantoms entered the room, with that Yuri girl with him.

This is how it ends. The captain stands at the prow, his presence like a slash across the horizon. Tall and menacing, his coat whipping in the wind like a dark banner. A scar cuts across his face, bisecting it like the blade of an enemy. One eye is clouded, milky and unseeing. But the other? The other gleams with sharp intelligence and ruthless intent.

“Squad 11, this is now our commanding officer Captain Aster Likaya. She will be leading us throughout the duration of the mission.” “Honored to meet you Squad 11” The Captain saluted back at the voltiirs putting them at ease. Battle Mage’s rarely held a spot in the DragonWolves, he expected some pangs of curiosity to emerge from the others but none came. “I trust you’ve all read the briefing files?” “YES MAM” cracked the squad. Froster noticed a light startle coming from the Captain. She truly wasn’t a Dragonwolf. “I trust you know what to expect?”

One in particular caught my eye. Dante Kade. Captain. Number 17. Ice-blue eyes. A name that came with a hundred headlines and at least five fangirl forums I pretended not to browse. He looked lethal. The kind of lethal that made smart girls run and stupid girls fall. I wasn’t here to do either. I tore my eyes away from the poster and squared my shoulders. The heel of my boot clicked against the tile with more attitude than I felt. I could fake it. I’d faked worse.

"You are not your father, Jaxson. You didn't do this. He abandoned you, and now he's trying to use you to clean up his bloody mess, but we are going to burn his empire to the ground. Together. Do you hear me?" Jaxson let out a ragged, broken exhale, burying his face deeper into my neck as his massive arms wrapped around my waist, holding me so tight it bruised, anchoring himself to my heartbeat like I was the only solid thing left in the world. He pressed a desperate, lingering kiss to my collarbone, his stubble scraping against my sensitive skin, before he finally pulled back, wiping his face with the back of his hand. The vulnerable, broken boy vanished, and the cold, calculating captain s

his voice a low drawl, powerful enough to falter a soul. My lips felt dry, and I could feel trickles of sweat rolling down my spine. I didn’t feel brave anymore, not when I could feel the heated gaze at the back of my head. My eyes found Zale, his lips slowly turning pale, I could tell Knox was squeezing too hard. “Let him go,” I said, my voice softer. Stupider. He didn’t move, “and if I don’t?” he was taunting. I mean he should, what was I going to do against him? He was the captain of the hockey team, his name a legacy in these walls.

Nathan happened to walk by, stick in hand. I figured that as captain he'd at least do something about the toxic bullying. Instead he was frowning, still griping to the vice-captain. "Our blue-line defense was like wet paper today. Bunch of useless idiots." He didn't even glance at the jerseys strewn across the floor, just took one long stride over them and strode off. Watching his arrogant back, I let out a bitter laugh. Back in my dorm that night, with nowhere to vent, I logged straight into my hockey-forum alt account: IceTyrant.