Captains Bleach Novels & Stories

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.

He was the captain of the hockey team, his name a legacy in these walls. Untouchable. My eyes slowly moved from Zale’s face, meeting Knox’s intense gaze. No one tells you what it is like to have his attention on you. No one says how hard it is to exist under those black eyes that felt like they were drowning you in. There wasn’t anger in his eyes, maybe that would have been easier to decipher. He was cold, yet a chilling amusement swirled in those orbs that lacked depth. I straightened my spine, “If you don’t, I will have the school authority informed,” I said, hoping my voice didn’t give away my fear.

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.

She had never seen a place as breathtaking as Milford The crews are still asleep and nobody is present as the captain enters the room holding a small blue-printed blanket. The captain smiles as he approaches Annika and wraps both of them in the blanket before turning to face her back. The captain made a lovely gesture by saying, "Let me warm you. It's so cold today."

She crazily exclaimed. "Don't call me my name you witch I'm your father," Gerald said and pulled her completely back to her seat. "Sorry, you can now proceed." He added and sat back. "Okay, so," The Captain said but he looks pretty distracted. "Only Leopard have something to say then at least introduce yourself to her then we'll proceed." He continued. The blonde lady stand up and bowed a little to me. "My name's Lilian Whites, nice to meet you." She said. The captain's girlfriend so that's why she's sitting beside the captain. Her courtesy isn't that bad. I stood up and responded to her.

She tries to sound bored; and George turns back to the leader who had paled, “She took out both of them?” George nods, smirking, “Shit.” She gives an offended huff, “Only that one’s dead.” She points to Guy One, “This one’s still breathing, for now.” George smiles, “Good job, Baby.” He narrows his eyes at the leader, “Now then, where were we?” Their fight resumes. She ignores them, knowing that George would be fine and focuses on the unconscious guy in front of her. She places a hand on his head and carefully begins looking for anything interesting. They had been sent here to look for them, her specifically. They’re from the German ‘Veil’, no surprise there.

ANTHONY’S POV The helicopter blades cut through the night like a warning. I barely felt the cold wind whipping against my face as we lowered toward the ship. The Ardent Crown glowed below us, an island of light floating in endless black water. Calm. Pristine. Almost mocking in its normalcy. Nothing about it looked wrong. That was the problem. The moment my boots hit the deck, the captain was already there, waiting. Captain Reynolds was a solid man in his late fifties, hair graying at the temples, posture rigid with a kind of professional shame.

Wishing that no one would suddenly attack them while opening the door cold sweats flows down like a fountain from their whole body. They managed to open the door and what's beyond is a large place with levers, buttons, helm and large screens that can be found anywhere inside the room. What they are looking at is not the buttons nor the steering wheel but they are looking at the source to their feeling of death. A single man wearing a white shirt, black trousers, and a service cap standing at the front of the helm looking down at the place where the brawl is happening. A sea captain. He is all silent as his face did not show any tint of expression.

Pain flared across my stomach as I twisted, but I didn’t drop the blade. “You’re making a mistake,” I snarled, voice shaking despite my best effort. “The Alpha will tear you apart for this. He’ll hunt you down and make you beg for death.” The tallest figure stepped closer, his cloak shifting to reveal the outline of a sword at his hip. “Bold words for a broken little servant.”

“You are under quarantine for reality breach. Step forward slowly.” Lila raised her hands. “If you fire, you’ll make it worse.” “Worse is relative,” the captain replied. “We’ve already lost three sectors to reflection bleed.” Cade moved between them. “She’s stabilizing the field! You can’t—” A rifle discharged. The containment blast hit the wall behind him, leaving a sizzling scar that mirrored itself upward, creating an identical wound on the ceiling. The captain’s eyes widened. “It’s already reactive. Gods help us.”