Vice Captain Bleach Novels & Stories

I eyed both of them, waiting for any answer, when an angelic voice sounded out. “Who wants to know?” A blonde she-wolf questioned, stepping around the Clement statue placing her hands on her hips. She looks familiar, but I can’t place it at the moment. I just know she’s not Bloodmoon. Her eyes slowly looked me over, weighing and measuring me in a simple look. “Darren Delaney, Miss. I’m the captain in charge of the warriors from Bloodmoon.” I introduced myself, offering my hand. She arched an eyebrow giving me another look of appraisal before shaking my hand.

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."

For ten years, I was Vincent's blood bag and his sharpest blade. I offered my rare blood to sustain his ancient power. I offered my loyalty to secure his throne as the Vampire Lord of this territory. I thought my devotion might earn me the eternal embrace of the turning. Instead, I received the announcement of his marriage to Lilith. A princess from a powerful European vampire clan. He said it was a necessary alliance. He said my blood was still precious. But when the sanctified silver tearing through the car,he used my body as a shield, to ensure his bride remained unblemished. That's when I knew. I was never his lover. I was just a consumable resource, a blood bag to be used and discarded.

She did not understand why the Chief had said that. A pair of red eyes looked down at her shorter frame. "You will be a part of the Private Bleach case. I assume you have heard of Bleach." Her throat became drier and itchier than it already was. B-Bleach? The Legendary Greatest Swordsman? The Mysterious Werewolf Butcher? Amongst Commonerfolks, Bleach was some kind of twisted hero, a Vigilante that would rid the world of the diseases that were Werewolves.

He regretted being so unrestrained when he saw a pretty young attendant. He did not expect that it would cause such serious consequences and possibly even costing his life. Who would have thought that Silver Face, the captain of the Red Flame Mercenaries who looked like he was halfway to the God Rank on the surface, would turn out to be a God Rank guardian? Everyone else did not expect it, let alone him. Otherwise, Dark Cape would not be as chaotic as it was now. Now he was seriously injured and as he was being carried by Killer, who was a mid-Dragon Ranker, he offered no resistance at all.

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."

It's like I'm going to do something bad, if he can see it. I just scolded Zen deep in my hard and introduced him to the rest. For them not to be too vigilant towards each other and to stop some unpleasant atmosphere. "Vice Captain, this is Zen. A mercenary I hired. Zen, this Vice Captain Illard of the knight squad.” I introduce them in a very short and simple manner. Zen nodded to the Vice Captain and vise-versa. The Vice Captain is very professional, he didn't ask me about a new member he didn't know would join us. He just accepted my whim with acknowledgment and fair vigilance.

In the next second and due to his heavy breath and cold sweat, his eyes opened with a shot and he heard the same dialogue again and also found someone was gently pinching and caressing his cheek. " Mishu baby, let me massage your cheeks. Please don't be so rude to me. I love you so much. Sorry, Janu." Vihaan twitched his mouth with great annoyance. He struggled hard to release himself from Captain's grip. " I am not your mishu. Captain! Wake up… leave me… Otherwise, I have to use my power on you. C'mon wake up." After a few efforts, he succeeded to release himself from Captain's grip. But the Captain was still in deep sleep. Vihaan's rudeness did not bother his sweet dreams. After that, Viha

“I was able to get enough information about our captors. So, listen carefully: “First, the captain of this ship is Fang Rong or Captain Fang. But that’s just an alias because he used to be a blue Slayer, just as Sasha has sensed. He’s also called the One-eyed Barracuda on account of his being blind in one eye and wearing an eyepatch. He wields a saber and his right hand has been replaced with a harpoon. The stories say he was attacked by an ocean lizard when he was just a kid and was pronounced unfit for Slayer training afterwards.” Sasha clenched his jaw. He glimpsed the man when they were taken aboard. He was wearing a hikitate-eboshi (black bird) hat and a gray battle surcoat.

Soon, the commotion stopped. "Oh! It's you! Hi!" Medina approached her with a broad smile. And she looked very creepy with her face tainted with fresh blood. Blade stepped backward. Damn it! Why is she here! "I heard that you are our captain's mate! Is that true?!" "It ain't true." Blade instantly responded firmly. Medina laughed. "If not, why are you already making out with our master?" Blade's eyes grew as she heaved an exasperated sighed. "Close your damn mouth before I rip it apart!"