Captain Hitsugaya Novels & Stories

Philip countered, holding his ground. Before the argument could escalate any further, the head judge clapped his hands loudly from the front stage to command immediate order. “Attention, designers! The evaluation panel has finalized the scores, and the top rankings are now live on the main display screen.” I already knew my name wouldn't be anywhere near the top three after making such a fatal technical error. But despite the ache in my chest, I turned my head toward the glowing digital board anyway.

“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.

Captain Logan said. “Good morning Chief Vincent and Captain Logan, I came here to thank both of you for repairing my Buster Sword. Words cannot express how much grateful I am.” Jin replied. [Captain Logan, a tall, brown-skinned, bald, muscular and bearded man, who is the assigned Captain of the Salvaging Division, he is also the only student of Commander Rick.] “How was your sleep young fella? Did you eat already?” Chief Vincent asked Jin.

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

His image is like a guardian angel, who came to rescue me from the cruelty in the eyes of the man I once loved. Hiroki's maneuvers are amazing, he manages to defeat many soldiers with just a sword; he pushes Satoshi to a wall leaving him without any advantage hitting his head without being able to move, more soldiers appeared until we were surrounded. Hiroki stood in front of me as a human shield preventing them from doing any damage to me, however, he couldn't do much since we were already surrounded.

Hiroshi sighed and said, “Of course, the chairman was not willing to get cheated and suffer this kind of loss in silence. He was originally planning to fight it out with the other party, but I persuaded him to retreat because that person… I am afraid that the chairman cannot afford to offend him at all! Oh, by the way, speaking of this person, you know him too, miss…” “I know him too?” Nanako asked in surprise, “Who is it?” Hiroshi replied, “It’s Aurora Quinton’s coach, Charlie Wade. He is the one who injured Mr. Yamamoto with one punch!” “What? It’s Charlie-kun?!” When Nanako heard this, she exclaimed in excitement, “Charlie-kun is here in Japan?!”

"What did you say, you little..." "Enough." One word. Low, deep, and commanding. It stopped James in his tracks. The team captain walked in. Alexander Whitman, as the public knew him was a giant. He was six-foot-four of pure muscle, with jet-black hair and grey eyes that looked like storm clouds. He was the "Ice King," the man who never lost. He was also, Oliver noted privately, extremely hot. Alexander didn't look at Oliver. He looked at James. "Coach is waiting. Get your gear."

the captain asked, his gaze fixed solely on Keagan. "Hey boss, sorry were late," "I don't have time for this today Blitz, take the report and go report with the rest of the squad I have more pressing things to attend to. The captain said as he got up from his chair. He was a commanding figure in his mid-fifties and exuded an air of authority and experience that came from years of dedicated service. Tall and broad-shouldered, he carried himself with a sense of purpose. His salt-and-pepper hair, neatly trimmed and receding slightly at the temples, added to the distinguished air he possessed.

The kid commanding them didn't help but to laugh but the Knights of the West was unable to take him seriously. "Have you had fun staying in our country, I hope you did. Because you'll be living in the Palace Jail waiting for your execution." It was supposed to tease them but the Captain that the one possessing the command was upset in a way that the East called them dogs when they are cockroaches in his eyes. The captain of the east was left with sighs, to think he was caught on the action, maybe this was fine as long as he had not come back to his own country, for he is the East Katsuki Soldier, he thought that maybe this is fine for him too...

The fat man, short and pot-bellied, looked at the woman in the maid uniform in front of her. "You don't understand what a waiter means? It's a waiter's job to serve customers, not insults," snapped Don Lee. The woman was sobbing, shaking and frightened. His arrogance vanished, replaced by extraordinary fear. Several pairs of eyes turned back to the shop. Jeremy stepped into the car, he didn't want anyone to know, his real identity. "Junabe, you failed at being a leader. Accept this." The fat man gave a fairly large amount of money, by throwing it on the floor.