7th Division Bleach Novels & Stories

It hurts. "It's done now. You can open your eyes, ma'am." She announced and I fluttered my eyes opened immediately. I couldn't see clearly as tears had already clouded my vision. I wiped it away with my other palm. Removing the tissue in my mouth, I sighed in relief. It doesn't hurt that bad anymore. Christabel took care of it and she plastered it.

"As for the second… We will secretly hand over the chief of the Martial Alliance to them." "Fuck!" Edon smacked himself on the lap. "They're out of line!" Chet remained impassive. "That's true, but Hundred Bane Sect made it very clear that the Soulbleeder is one of their finest poisons, and a novelty no one will be able to neutralize. It also spreads through pure vigor, infecting and killing anyone who tries to use pure vigor to remove the molecules."

he screamed, stepping back. I grabbed the bleach bottle and hit him on the side his head as hard as I could, causing him to step backward. I took advantage of his momentary unbalance as he rubbed his eyes, knowing that I only had a second. I unscrewed the cap from the bleach bottle and threw the contents at him, causing him to scream out in pain as bleach covered his face and hair. I grabbed the broom and, finding sudden strength, rammed my foot into the wooden handle, breaking it in half.

He stated and before I knew it, he was in front of me in a flash like a shadow but as he did so, his appearance changed from the guard to a totally different person. Scared out of my wit, I fell backward on my as* realizing one more thing, HE WAS NOT A WEREWOLF. Before I knew what was going on, he snatched my necklace from my neck, looked at the pendant, and set it ablaze just by looking at it without being affected by the fire. Then the next thing I knew was blacking out. *End of flashback*

Rena continued to speak in her heart. #to be continued in Chapter 33.2 - HARAWALTZ's Blod Pact

Aetherion Academy towers above me. It's carved into the cliffs like it belongs there—stone and iron and something older woven through it. Massive archways stretch toward the sky, banners snapping in the wind, dark against the gray-blue backdrop. Flickering golden lights spill out of the windows and all around. Like you can literally see the magic alive here. It's beautiful.

She was trying her best to find a balance that she almost stumbled on. "Oh my dear, be careful now" Brenda said to Melio looking truly concerned." "Are you ok Miss Blanchard, you look a little pale and flushed, don't tell me Vance here had you working while sick?" Black asked, giving me the irritated look. "No I think the air here is a little hot." Melio said, that almost got me laughing.

A soft, hesitant knock brushed against the heavy oak door, followed by the quiet creak of the hinges. Maeve stepped into the dim, quiet bedroom, carrying a silver tray with a light lunch—a bowl of clear broth, some dry crusts of bread, and a cup of lavender tea meant to soothe frayed nerves. But the bed was empty. From the adjoining washroom, the unmistakable, heartbreaking sound of violent retching broke the silence. Setting the tray down on the nightstand with a hurried click, Maeve rushed into the bathroom. Rebecca was on her knees before the porcelain basin, her skin deathly pale, a cold sweat dampening her hairline as her shoulders trembled under the force of another dry heave.

Capitol route. "Amber." She does not look up. "What." "This." I hold one ampoule carefully between two fingers. Clear liquid, cloudy at the bottom. "This is what they used." Tjeck crouches beside me. "You know that?" "I remember pieces." My throat tightens. "Clinic room. Bleach. Clay. Numbered doses." The younger prisoner spits blood and laughs once, stupidly. "Told him it wouldn't hold forever."