7th Division Bleach Novels & Stories

Damon shook his head as nothing was going right. "Ask someone to clean it." Yang nodded but frowned when he noticed something on the mug. "What is this?" He touched the green trail of liquid on the mug and sniffed it. "Fuck! What is this?" He scowled at it. Damon frowned and did the same. He scowled when he sniffed the strong odor. "It's poison!" He declared and everyone got alert. "What the hell is going on, man?..." Mikhail scowled. "Who the hell is he?... Don't have fucking guts to come in front and fight... Using these shitty ways.."

Of course it couldn't, it was a large one. I'm dressed in my cotton fabric grey sweatshirt and pants with a thick head warmer that was worn over my head, covering and protecting my head that had gone bald. I held my daily journal in my hands, ticking the little dots on each page like I always do. I had washed Ozzy in my bathroom, check. Tick. Chemo, check. Tick. “Rose dear.” My Dad calls up from the kitchen, where I assume he was. “Dad?” I replied as loudly as my voice could carry.

SEVEN The slippery liquid burned my lips as soon as it made contact. It was as if I had lit a match and brought it to my lips. Quickly, I moved the bottle away and wiped my lips with the back of my hand. My tongue accidentally brushed my lips. The bleach tasted awful. I retched and spat on the floor. The awful taste lingered on the tip of my tongue, but I had another problem. There was a burning sensation in my eyes. Tears swiftly flooded into them, causing my vision to be blurry. I pinched my hospital gown and then wiped my eyes with it.

I coughed but went rigid underneath the steel toe black marauder boots. "You should have stayed out of this. You had no business interfering Shields. Do you know how high and how far this will go? It doesn't stop with me and that is why I've gotta take the opportunity to end you." I laughed. This was my maze on my premises, I'd be buried here one day but not murdered. "You don't get it do you?" I retorted and begin unraveling truths for him. "Someone from high in the chain told me to get you and them and to deal with the infestation. You guys are like crumb snatching roaches."

The only thing left on the bed was the silver cashmere shawl, lying there all alone. My hand trembled as I picked it up. Her scent still clung to the fabric. A document lay on the table. Mate Bond Severance Agreement It bore the scorched mark of the sacred moon flame and the imprint of Elara's blood. The ritual was complete. "No... impossible..." I sank onto the edge of the bed. Then it hit me. A violent, soul-shattering agony ripped through my chest. "Ah!" I doubled over, clutching my chest. It felt like my very soul was being carved out with a rusted, dull knife.

Chloe dropped her command as cold as the North Pole. The Zero-Black Division did not hesitate. Thousands of laser shots with titanium bullets penetrated the air, hitting Julian's body from various directions. But the Berserker magic's poison was too strong. The bullets exploded and split his flesh, black liquid spewed out, but the wound closed quickly again. Julian the monster continued to crawl closer through the rain of liquid metal like a madman. Her eyes were only glued to Chloe, only Chloe. Two meters left. The deadly black monster prepared to bend its giant body to lunge at the chair where the Black Wolf Queen was sitting casually.

The liquid hit the ceiling, spraying the crowd in a torrential, caustic waterfall. Human skin began to scour. The violet runoff hissed against the floor, birthing a thick, sulfurous fog. Refugees scrambled backward, slipping in the toxic mire, their clothes smoking as the runoff bit through fabric. “The King’s Mercy!” Kael’s voice boomed through the speakers. “Sector Seven is compromised. Initiating automated purge.” “STOP!” Leo lunged toward the breach. The violet geyser poured out under hundreds of pounds of pressure. Toxicity already mapped thin, black veins up the ankles of the people nearest the break.

“You knew she was coming?” Velan glanced down. “I hoped you’d make it far enough for her to want to come.” Azriel exhaled. That kind of pressure didn’t feel like destiny—it felt like being a thread in someone else’s tapestry. Kael shifted, glancing up at the treetops. “So what is the Seventh? Another flame? Another battle?” “No,” Velan said. “The Sixth was the last flame. The Seventh is what’s left.” Mira stopped pacing. Her voice was all edge. “Left of what, exactly?”

Cleve stared menacingly at him. There was a series of relentless explosions as purple Divine Thunderbolts fell without stopping. In the blink of an eye, the Ghostly Hands all over the ground had been cleared completely. They were closely connected to Cleve, and the attack on them had injured him severely. As the string of purple Divine Thunderbolts crashed down, Cleve could no longer suppress the churning energy inside him. He spat out a huge mouthful of blood. The onlookers of the battle were frightened out of their wits.

"Avril, have some water and calm down. I know you're holding a grudge against me now, but you shouldn't be so rash next time." I didn't accept the cup of water. However, Peggy got burned by the hot water in the cup and ended up splashing the water onto my arm. "Oh! It burns…" The hot water scalded Peggy's finger. Vernon hurriedly led her to the tap and placed her finger under the running water. As for me, I was dressed lightly. The hot water had soaked through my chiffon top, scalding my arm instantly. I went to the restroom to handle the burn on my own. Very quickly, red blisters began forming on my left wrist.