Novel & Cerita Captain 11 Bleach

Walked to the window and stared out at the city. The boy I left behind was gone. In his place was a billionaire CEO accused of corruption. Ruthless. Cold. Untouchable. Or so the file said. But I knew Daniel Carter. I knew the boy who stood beside me on the school steps while the crowd screamed at us. I knew the boy who held my hand in a dark hallway and told me he believed me when no one else did. I knew the boy who kissed me under the bleachers like I was the only thing in the world worth saving.

“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.”

"But I’ve been coaching hockey for thirty years, Jules. I’ve seen captains defend their rookies. I’ve seen guys fight for their teammates. But I have never, in my entire life, seen a man look at another man the way Mercer looked at you when Silas hit you. That wasn't just team loyalty." He took a slow step around the desk, his gaze piercing right through me, and my breath completely hitched in my throat. "So I’m going to ask you one time, and you better not lie to me," he whispered, the silence in the room deafening. "What the hell is going on between you and my captain?"

“Don’t worry, Mr. Denn. The boy and I are bound by enmity. He injured my subordinate, so I will naturally spare no effort in killing him.” One of the middle-aged men held a sword. He had an icy cold gaze and exuded a cold, murderous aura. The man’s name was Dylan Cook, and he was the captain of the Admiralporium’s tenth division. He was Aquilo's superior! The other two men were late-stage grandmasters, and their names were Shia Yale and Kaiser Leigh. These three men, including Dylan, were skilled in attacking and killing grandmasters. Any grandmaster would die instantly after taking a hit from them.

And I feel like he’ll keep on staring at me if it weren't for the three elders who suddenly wolfed out and lunged at him. “Have you two met?” Joha asked. His glare poked a hole in my face. I looked at him straight in the eyes and answered, “No. He is kinda familiar though.” “He’s Eros, silly.” Lily shrugged. “You must’ve met him yesterday.” Ah. The captain of the Bloodbury team. But that was the first time I ever saw him, and I didn't even clearly see his face because I was too focused on Johanis. Not to mention their.. helmet? Ice helmet? Whatever they call them that.

The young man burst into manic laughter. "I know you're trying to trick me into talking, but what does it matter if I tell you? Our captain used to be a free‑fighting champion. After the apocalypse, his awakened ability enhanced his body even further. When he kills you, you won't sense a thing—your head will already have been blown apart by a single punch! "But for someone like you, our captain won't let you die so easily! "I told you—he'll break your bones one by one, smash them into pieces, and let your marrow spill all over the ground for dogs to eat!

The adrenaline from the game finally fading and my muscles began to throb. “Hi,” her fingers pushed back my damp hair. “How are you feeling?” I chuckled. “Really sore…” Someone touched my ankle and my eyes clamped shut from the pain. “Oh fuck!!” “I wonder how such a baby became the Captain of the Black Hawks,” I heard Marcus snare and I looked at him. I glanced back at Olive without any reply to his childish effort at rilling me up. He growled. “I'm guessing this plump bitch is your caretaker. Explains a lot really.”

I spat back. I did not block his next strike. I stepped entirely inside his reach. I let the plasma blade burn a shallow, agonizing line across my left shoulder. I ignored the screaming pain. I drove my mundane steel broadsword directly upward, sliding the blade perfectly under the rim of his golden breastplate and straight up into his heart. The captain's eyes went wide behind his visor. He dropped his burning sword and collapsed to the cobblestones. I pulled my blade free, clutching my bleeding shoulder.

Losing myself to my own thoughts, I turn back to my plate, picking up the draft list still sitting there, looking it over, my eyes catching again on my name listed below Blythe’s. Redman Blythe – currently my Captain. A man who I have given…little to no thought about in my entire life. The real question is – who the hell is he? And what does he know about me? I’m stressed and grumpy all day as I go through my study hall with Ben, trying to ignore the stares and whispers of literally everyone in the library. I have to admit, I don’t get much work done, and I wish that I was more polished at Faiza’s lessons so that I could literally just transform into someone else and ignore it all.

“Not right now, Philip. If I mess up this bias line, the whole train is going to drag unevenly on the runway.” “Lori, seriously, look up at the upper gallery,” Philip insisted, his voice dropping into a tense whisper. “Right near the central glass railing.” Annoyed by the interruption, I let out a sharp breath and lifted my gaze toward the balcony. My heart dropped straight into my stomach. The chalk slipped out of my fingers, clattering onto the hard floorboards below. Standing right against the glass balustrade, looking completely out of place among the suited fashion executives, was Lucas.