Vice Captains Bleach Novels & Stories

Even in the nick of time, the captain can be insulting. “Then why are you even here? Taking the Gori-gori with the only four of you—no, the three of you—” the captain pointed at them except Rina. “—and you who are not even a Bronze level pathfinder… Useless!! You’re just going to screw us and we’ll have to deal with your dead body later. Go home, kids.” The captain finally said. Then he turned around to leave again, but Jai held him firm. “Let us help you.” Jai said.

One in particular caught my eye. Dante Kade. Captain. Number 17. Ice-blue eyes. A name that came with a hundred headlines and at least five fangirl forums I pretended not to browse. He looked lethal. The kind of lethal that made smart girls run and stupid girls fall. I wasn’t here to do either. I tore my eyes away from the poster and squared my shoulders. The heel of my boot clicked against the tile with more attitude than I felt. I could fake it. I’d faked worse.

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.

"Ma'am" " And this is Vice." Viper points to the man standing next to Casper. He has black hair similar to mine. He has green eyes that shine in the light. His face is classic handsome, almost the boy next door look. He isn't as muscular as Casper but he has them. I can see his washboard abs through his shirt. His patch tells me he is his club's Road Captain.

Their mouths and eyes are covered with black masks. Sht! I know that they are the assassins that we order to always watch the actions of the opponents, in the end they are biased like the captain and chief. "Are you shocked Aizhyrra? I'm sorry because my power is really too strong against that in your rank 1." The captain smiled and the chief smiled as well.

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.

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

“Kendo-chan, let me introduce you to everyone. We have General Samurai, Captain Katana, Vice-Captain Carrot Top, Major Riptide and Colonel Poker face. Lieutenant Tsundere is the one who wasn't able to come today.” “Still grateful for my not-so-embarrassing nickname.” Later, Twilight and Takumi were walking home. “So, I heard that you think vice-pres. is cute.” “What, no. It all lies. Lies and slander.” “You look pretty flustered for someone who says that it's lies.” “That's only because I've been under the sun for too long.” “If you say so. Then what about me?” “What about you?” “Am I cute?” “Jealous much?”

If this was an enemy, then that would be him directly signing his death warrant. The captain chuckled on seeing his stubborn silence as he stood up. “Ok, there is no need for knowing that information. My name is Captain Vladimir. Despite the irritating feeling it brings me, I respect the fact that you still know the soldier basics even when in a completely strange territory.” “I am the overall leader of this fleet. On a normal basis, I would have kept you as an exotic miner to help the miners, but my fleet is not in a favorable position right now.” “As you may have already discovered if you are perceptive enough, we suffered a huge loss recently from a large battle. Though we emerged safely,

On the boat behind, a young woman pointed at the boat Alex and the others were on while she called out to Branch Master. It was apparent that Alex and the others were also in an awful situation. Going against so many resentful spirits and the growls of the ghost king up ahead, nobody could afford to relax. Meanwhile, after suddenly discovering the boat ahead, their spirits were lifted. In this seemingly haunted place filled with terror, being alone and helpless was one’s greatest fear. Branch Master’s name was Yukita Ganbe, and he was the leader of the Blood Cult’s Japanese division. It was also the place where Snow Whitney served.