7th Division Bleach Novels & Stories

After returning to the dorm alone, I made a cup of instant noodles and, as usual, logged into a game. Only when my eyes started to ache did I shut down the computer and go wash up. My phone rang with the notification tone I had set for special contacts. I opened social media and saw a post Rowan had just shared. "Having you is the best thing. The hangover soup you made is the best in the world." The photo showed Nina’s back as she worked in the kitchen, wearing an apron. Under the bright white lights, a gentle, harmonious glow seemed to settle over her.

The whole arc visible. She is not surprised by what she sees. She is confirmed. The quality that was present at twenty-seven is present at seventy. More of itself — not different. The depth at seventy is what the depth at seventy is. She could not have described it from anywhere shorter. Ethan turns seventy in January.

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.

"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.

“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?”

For a moment, I was back there in a life I didn’t want to remember, surrounded by faces I’d long tried to forget. I tore my gaze away, heart pounding a little faster. I couldn’t let it show. Not even a hint of that past could resurface. Not here. Not now. I squared my shoulders and nodded at my reflection. “Time to bleach you out of existence.” The smell of bleach filled the tiny bathroom, making my nose wrinkle in disgust. I felt like I was withering away. It was pungent, seeping into every corner, mixing with the dampness of old tiles and mildew. I worked quickly, fingers gloved and precise, painting over every traitorous strand until I was satisfied. I watched as the brown vanished, repla

I would stumble through the door, drunk and disoriented, while Ethan waited for me in the living room. He would clean me up, making sure that I would not choke on my own vomit. I would complain about how annoyingly fussy he was, but he never got mad. He would just smile and ask, "What if I take care of you like this for the rest of my life?" His eyes were so bright, like the surface of a lake. In that moment, through the haze of alcohol clouding my mind, I felt a rare trace of fear. That light was too pure and bright, revealing me for who I was.

I cried out, terrified and in pain. She half shifted, something people generally avoided doing, pinning me down on the ground. “I'll kill you before you hurt my niece!” She snarled quietly at me. I could feel blood begin to trickle down my body as I heard the sound of a weapon being drawn. Instantly I felt a searing, burning pain on my chest right where my heart was. Whatever it was, surely a dagger based on the size, it was laced with wolfsbane. Wolfsbane was one of our biggest weaknesses. Wolfsbane was also something that could hinder healing. I screamed out in intense pain at the searing sensation, tears streaming down my face, blood down my body.