Vice Captain Bleach Novels & Stories

She turned to her brother. “What the hell?” “One of Caiaphas’ powers is detecting when you want to speak to one of us. It’s the strangest thing,” Zen casually explained. “That’s weird. Ok anyway, this is Killian. Lian, that’s Zen Blaze, my brother,” Calypso introduced. “Your brother is the Vampire Prince?” Killian asked wide-eyed. Not many things shock him anymore, so this was major. “Yep!” she nodded.

Nathan happened to walk by, stick in hand. I figured that as captain he'd at least do something about the toxic bullying. Instead he was frowning, still griping to the vice-captain. "Our blue-line defense was like wet paper today. Bunch of useless idiots." He didn't even glance at the jerseys strewn across the floor, just took one long stride over them and strode off. Watching his arrogant back, I let out a bitter laugh. Back in my dorm that night, with nowhere to vent, I logged straight into my hockey-forum alt account: IceTyrant.

Thorne. Captain of the team that now owned my contract. The man whose championship trophy I'd stolen with a last-second, impossible goal three months ago. He looked even bigger up close, a mountain of muscle and simmering rage barely contained in a Vipers t-shirt and track pants. His ice-blue eyes locked onto mine, and the air grew thick, heavy with the promise of violence. "Valdez," he said, his voice a low growl that vibrated through the floor. "Welcome to hell."

“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.”

Dexter's chest was heaving, his eyes locked on mine over her shoulder, gold burning bright even in the dim light. "You want to do this here?" he asked. "In front of her? In front of the cameras three doors down?" "I don't care where we do it." "You should care," he said. "Because the second either of us shifts in this building, it's over. Both of us. The whole thing unravels. Is that really what you want, Captain?" The word came out mocking, sharp, like he knew exactly how much I hated hearing it from him. "Don't call me that."

If he couldn't come, he would send help through this particular slave named Krystal. Krystal was Japanese which made me wonder why she was a slave in a place like this but she barely answered any of my questions but nevertheless, she was very kind to me and would deliver whatever dan had to give me. Some times, we shared the meals together and she helped me treat my wounds on other days too.

I couldn’t look away from the captain of the Richmond Kings. My thoughts spun wildly, haunted by the face behind that cage helmet. I sucked in deep breaths, though none seemed to be enough. This had to be a dream. I refused to believe that this was my life because I’d done everything possible to avoid this moment. Jameson’s deal with Coach Stetson was supposed to save me from him. How could the universe be this cruel? “If you’re looking for a playmate, Malachar, look closer. You’re the only kid in the room.” I crossed my arms despite my erratically beating heart. “So return my kit. Now.”

I wandered my eyes and saw the pillars on the other side looked concerned excluding Lilian who’s sitting beside his dear brother and stared at me as if she’s enjoying the scene. “What a feisty lady you have here. I like her, wanna join my crew?” The crazy Captain said while walking towards my direction while a katana was still on my neck and with one wrong move, my head will fly. I stared blankly at him and when he was finally at my side I smiled crazily and turned the situation on. I pointed my dagger at his neck and kicked the lady who pointed me a katana. They all look surprised and the Leviathan crew turned pale when they saw their captain on my arm. He might be taller than me but my dag

he added, stepping around the bench to block my light. “I don’t scare easy,” I replied, standing up and fixing him with a smile that didn’t reach my eyes. Blaze looked good in the worst way. His hair was still wet from the morning shower, curling slightly at the ends like it had no idea how to behave. His shirt was slung over his shoulder, forgotten, leaving his chest completely bare and unapologetic. And of course, his smug little smirk was already in place. “Didn’t peg you for a repeat offender,” he said. “I figured one run-in with the Captain would send you packing.”

I then catched my X-Blade *Inkcanius predicted that* Mangey grunted. I looked at The Captain, her speed was unmatched. The Captain grabs her Splatana and ran towards me, ready to strike. I immediately parry the attack with a well place kick on The Captain’s Splatana. The Captain was shocked to see me react so quickly. Then I jump back, meanwhile at Corona’s lair, Corona was shocked “how is that possible, I thought Inkcanius wasn’t quick” said Corona. “You would be wrong, Corona” Corona turned around to see Sasuke Uchiha, the Sasaukage walking in “what makes me you say that Sasuke” said Corona.