Captains Bleach Novels & Stories

"Guillermo, Channing, are you even men? Come on! Don't leave Mary to fight alone!" Technically, Mary wasn't entirely alone. She still had four squad captains with her. Only Team Alpha's captain, Tori, hadn't returned. Team Bravo's captain, Genevieve, Team Charlie's captain, Mandy, Team Delta's captain, Lucinda Lancaster, and Team Echo's captain, Raine Chester all survived.

I tried again, louder. “Hey. I’m Lena Hale from the Northcrest Daily. I need to set up an interview with you for a feature.” Cole finally slowed down and glided over. He stopped right in front of me, still on the ice while I stood on the rubber mats. Up close he was even taller than I thought. His eyes were this crazy light blue, almost gray. Cold. He looked at me like I was wasting his time. I waited. He said nothing. “Good communication skills for a captain,” I said, unable to keep the sarcasm out.

I couldn't get the image of me screaming under him, cumming like an idiot and even begging him to fuck me harder out of my mind. I scrubbed my neck until the skin was raw, desperate to wash away the scent of him, that mix of expensive cologne and the lust in his eyes. I leaned my forehead against the tile, letting the water pelt my back. I was Elias Carter, the captain of the Northwood Titans. My life was built on discipline, morning drills, and a reputation for being untouchable. Yesterday, I was all those things before I lost to Ryder. "Get it together," I hissed at my reflection in the fogged-up mirror. My lower lip was slightly swollen, a visible mark of my shame. I looked at the "C" on

“I’m not exactly a sports person.” “You will be after tonight. The energy is addictive. Hawthorne versus Westfield is always brutal—especially because of the captains. Brad Walker versus Sebastian Hale. Pure rivalry.” I raised an eyebrow. “Sebastian Hale?” “Captain of Westfield. Tall, insanely talented, and actually a decent guy from what I’ve heard not the cocky asshole type like Brad and his crew. The stands go wild whenever he’s on the ice. Total heartthrob material.” She winked. “You’ll see why.”

I could not stand there another second watching Kade take those hits. "Enough," I yelled and jumped the boards. My gloves hit the ice with a slap that echoed. The star captain who never fought was done watching. Briggs turned my way, surprised. "Captain himself? This will be quick." I skated straight at him. "Quick for you. You touched my teammate too much." Kade spat blood near the logo. "Evan, no. This is my mess. Stay out."

The tall one had blonde hair, brown eyes, a bag over his shoulders and daring look while the other had blue hair with blue eyes, his face was cute, like a fallen angel. “That’s Emory and Marsh, Emory is the captain of the hockey team” Xyla whispered in my eyes, it felt like talking about them openly would inquire consequences. I looked over at them, their seat were aligned. Emory sat behind Marsh. A part of the hockey team, I thought about it, seeing them made me excited, I couldn’t wait to apply for the hockey team. “Marsh is the right defenseman” Adele added. I nodded, then she leaned closer.

Frowning, I slowly glanced over my shoulder and the world stopped as familiar bright blue eyes met mine. Hunter Fucking Beaumont? He stretched a hand towards me, lips pressed into a thin line. “Hello, Captain.”

His figure filled the doorway in a way that made me feel small like an ant. Those strange eyes of his—two different shades of blue, both cold, dead, yet impossible to look away from—snapped straight into mine. Zane leaned on the door frame, arms and legs crossed, that smug smile tugging at his lips. The one I hate. “Well,” he said, “never thought John would send his Assistant Captain.” A bitter heat bubbled in my chest, and I frowned. “Whatever let’s just get this over with.” I pushed past him, our shoulders bumping, mine tensing, his unmoving.

Three of the others leaned in conspiratorially, eyes alight with interest and devious intent. Blake exhaled a stream of grey smoke. "Need to sedate him first. Make it look like an accident. Easy enough." Clouds were beading on the horizon, just a ghost of what could become a storm. Perhaps it was imaginary, but ominous no less. It was all about the signs, the dark omens the captain kept ignoring. The things that had been haunting the Black Hind's path had gone on far longer than anyone else liked to think about. Blake chuckled. His caustic amusement grated on the air, weighing like chains on the deck as he turned away. One more made seven, a veritable crew all by itself. Some even brewing wi

I said, not wanting to prolong this as I am getting hyped that my wish has been granted. Cairo and Benedict stood up and saluted their heads at me. I nodded before I turned my attention to the Commander section. I picked Connor, Bricks, Howard, and unfortunately, Morris Highgate. For the captains, I need to pick ten. I picked the other seven Captains that are capable of leading their platoons. The last ones are Colette, Inkstone, and lastly... "Captain Iris." "What?" His Majesty said, panicking. "General Rachelle, are you putting the Princess of Oakplain in the line of the deathbed?" he said angrily.