All Bleach Swords Novels & Stories

Not what she had imagined Alpha Kai's daily view to be. She swung her bag onto the wooden floor by her feet and sat, watching him lean against his heavy desk opposite her. She took a glance at the bookshelf built into the wall behind him. A huge curved sword was hung in the centre of the space, its milk-white handle held a stunning contrast with the deep blue-black of the blade itself. She had never seen anything like it before; it looked razor-sharp and freshly polished. The books that she could see from where she sat were mostly about pack history and war tactics, spaced with little trinkets and photos of Alpha Kai with other pack members. It was odd seeing him looking so carefree and happ

The glowing mist turned into energy swords before dark fog appeared and surrounded them. These were the energy swords, also called Killing Swords, that had made him suffer that night! Three energy swords went for darksoul Kayson in unison, their cutting sharpness an intimidating presence. Darksoul Kayson did not avoid them but punched back at one of the swords. The energy sword he punched exploded and turned into a ball of mist glowing in black and white. Underneath him, Adalon, who was in the shield, bled on his right nostril. Darksoul Kayson looked thrilled as he exclaimed, “It feels great!”

I listened as a shout ripped through the air, "I will get her sooner or later!" I couldn't stop my body from moving to the edge to watch as Blair chucked her sword from the back entrance of the packhouse at a person that did indeed seem to be a twin of Ace in every aspect. I watched as the sword clipped his arm but Blair was all fired up with runes burning her pants off as she ran at him along with three other guards at her command. The sword came back to her hand as she slashed at his arm again.

He lifted his right hand; a big black sword appeared firmly in his hand, accompanied by a crisp sound. The big black sword had a chilly aura, and it was a purple category weapon.

I jumped up and I looked like a child who was given a candy because of ecstasy. I was in the middle of my fun when I realized I was the only one celebrating like a fool here. I hesitate to smile at them. They just stared at me seriously and then went back to examining the celestial weapon they had obtained. Raid analyzes a blue sword with double blades. A lion's head is engraved on its handle. “Raid, that’s the Blade of Pride. It brings victory to its user,” Archmaster revealed to the man.

sneered the swordsman, driving his blade mercilessly into the man’s back, piercing through to his belly. “My husband!” screamed the woman in anguish, clutching her daughter tightly as tears streamed down her face. The little girl’s wailing soon joined her mother’s cries, filling the night with sorrow. “Finish them all! I must return to Leader Huang,” the swordsman declared coldly, yanking his blade free from the lifeless body at his feet. The man wearing a black headband, emblazoned with two downward-curving golden lines, burst forward with lightning speed toward the circle of swordsmen who were besieging a lone warrior of the Sacred Dragon Sect.

The blade cut through the air before Noah even moved, it clashed with Dustin’s spear. Bernard feeling himself again and the adrenaline rushing through his veins, sent another wave of thunder in Dustin’s direction. One after the other, they missed Dustin by mere inches before they shattered on the ground, each sending a shock wave to hinder his movements. Noah tightened his grip on the sword, he let his own power flow with it. The power of Priscilla’s sword intertwined with Noah’s. It glowed brightly in red and gold.

Simultaneously, the Oculus Blade pulsed with the imprints of the path, and they absorbed the surrounding energy with a certain zeal, transforming them into a colossal sword beam thousands of miles long. The sword beam cleaved thunderously through the sky and earth, bringing forth a mass of destruction. The black claw that had filled the sky shattered into fragments of aura that scattered across the sky. The rainbow-hued sword beam continued its trajectory, sending ripples of dread through the hearts of countless practitioners in the Bleurealm.

My fingers loosened against NightSword and it clattered away from me. Eryndor’s eyes were dilated, his canines dripping saliva as he dove for the sword, picking it up with a feral grin. He raised it above my head as I watched in horror. NO!, NightSword screamed in my head, in protest at being wielded by one not bonded to him. My ears popped and my vision was lost again as a powerful sonic blast emerged from the ancient weapon, a beam of energy spiraling outwards and slamming into Eryndor.