Every Captain In Bleach Novels & Stories

“This mission nearly ended up in disaster.” “Come on, we’re lucky that both you and Ren didn’t ended up getting killed!” said Tohya comfortingly. “The captain won’t blame you for it, and neither would the Elder. They’ve both gotten intel on the job from Italy’s authorities.” “A cover-up?” Ren guessed, and Tohya nodded. “I knew it.” [1] -taichou: Captain or commander in Japanese.

The next day, Gerald parked and glanced at Jax. “Same seat. Same rules.” Jax nodded once and followed him inside. The team was already stretching near the boards when Coach blew the whistle and called everyone in. “Change of plans for today,” Coach said. “Full intra-squad scrimmage, no controlled drills first. I want to see decision-making under pressure.” He started dividing the group. “Blue team: Rivera is still observing, so leadership on that side falls to Derek. Rodriguez, you’re on blue as well.”

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.”

“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.

Lianne angrily shouted. “Hmmm, Cain did mention you a feisty one,” the captain said, “but know this Your Highness.” Captain Mock then lifted her face with her chin using a small knife blade, hard as steel and well sharpened. Lianne’s eyes widened even more at the sight of it. “I am the captain of this boat, and no one is entitled to question me or command me!” he said in a gruff voice. There was coldness in his eyes. Just like Midas. Just like Garlow. The type of men who doesn’t think twice of spilling blood.

"I know what's at stake." "Then stay away from me when the building is empty," she said, her voice growing firm again as she pulled herself together. She reached out and took one of the coffee cups from my hand, her cool fingers brushing against mine for a fleeting second. "See you at the morning meeting, Captain." She turned around and walked down the hall toward her office without looking back once.

The Alpha of the Blue Moon Pack, the East’s most potent pack leader, was infamous for his ruthlessness and hatred of the impolite. According to legend, he murdered most of his servants, and his reign was marked by bloodshed. Nothing was too much for a man to do to ensure that those around him obeyed his every command. To him, it is preferable to slaughter the weak and bathe in their blood beneath the light of a harvest moon. His wolf was said to be a monster with red eyes that glowed in the dark, watching its victims before tearing them apart.

"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?"

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.”

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.”