Novel & Cerita Bleach 1000 Year War

I hissed. “I’m going to show the Council what happens when you try to partition a miracle.” I looked at Leo. “Are you ready to be loud, baby?” Leo nodded, his sapphire eyes turning into twin coins of molten gold. “Loud as the mountain, Mommy.” The blizzard screamed, but for the first time in five years, it wasn't a warning. It was a herald. The war for the Fourth Fragment had officially begun.

FWEEEET! HOWWWLLLL!! Dominic stood right with me, howling for his pack to come to him. How our groups were fighting, there was no telling how many of our members were left. “Hopefully, they act together.” Dante said as he came over to us. “They will.” I told them. “They probably destroyed themselves from this bullshit ass war you caused, Eric.” Callighan chuckled. “You might as well suck it up and take this ass whooping.”

Brand had forgotten what it felt like – the all-consuming need for the blood of his enemies to be spilled on the ground at his feet. Brand shook his head another scream was silenced as he ripped out another throat. The blood dripped from his long snout as he took a breath and looked around him. Leather-clad warriors lay around him, some with eyes open staring at the sky as if looking for the Valkyries coming to take them to Valhalla. Brand snorted. Good luck. He couldn't believe the gods would want any of these followers of a deranged leader in their feasting halls.

The woman was book-smart, and I suspected that she had a photographic memory with how she was reciting information like an encyclopedia. "This was where the war of 2042 started. I read that they had lost over fifty-thousand humans in this first battle. It really is a shame that they couldn't get their act together and be a united front. They just had to let their government get in their heads and turn them against each other. If I were there…" Blanche rattled on, and I rubbed my fingers in small circles on my temple.

Thirty-three years is not a round number. She has been thinking about this since August, since she understood that the autumn would bring the transition and that she would need to find the right frame for it. The five-year marks are the planning occasions. The ten-year marks are the structural reviews. Thirty-three is not either of those — it is simply where the practice is, in the autumn of the seventy-third year, when Beatriz is forty-five and Petra has been at the table for eighteen years and the succession is ready.

BLADE Chapter One Emiliana's POV At the moment, the only thing on my mind was how to get out of this tight, exposing, goddamn wedding dress. The driver pulled over at a huge mansion. The bodyguards alighted and opened the car door for us. I stepped down and turned back, expecting my husband to step out of the car but he stepped out from the other side and slammed the door shut. I was startled by his action. Then he began to walk inside without waiting for me.

"I think pride blinds you, child." More murmuring. Samael rapped his knuckles on the table. "Enough." His voice rolled through the hall like a storm. "We must determine the consequences. That bulb was not an ornament — it was a weapon." Elder Luthiel, scholarly and quiet until now, adjusted his spectacles. "The war that is to come," he said grimly. "In a thousand years’ time. We prepared the bulbs for that day. Each carries a fragment of power, enough to shape or end empires."

While Empaler Aegaeus calmly watched the war barely smiling. "Attack..." shouted Filius Bein. "Start..." ordered General Dour. A bloody war broke out and many soldiers of the Ilioque Realm lost their lives. Empaler Aegaeus remained inside the carriage. He was only waiting for Filius Bein to float away. And after a while he came out and immediately used his black magic. Suddenly the emperor appeared and blocked the black magic to protect his soldiers.

Just a gnawing irritation, a deep-seated disgust. In the weeks that followed, I lived on that purple liquid. It was the only thing that allowed me to function, to think. But it had side effects. I became paranoid, hostile. A stranger to myself. Then the attack came. I frowned, ordering my first-line warriors to handle it. "We already did," Liam reported, his voice low. "Casualties are heavy." "What?" I snapped my head up. "Impossible." We hadn't lost a battle in years. "Our healers can't keep up," Liam admitted. "Without the Luna's high-grade serums, our warriors don't recover."

***Beatrice's POV*** The sound of seagulls and the gentle breeze stirred me awake. I push myself off the cold, hard surface. As I rubbed my eyes, I couldn't believe what I saw. A beautiful Greek oasis lay before me, complete with a circle of white columns ornamented with sheer fabric dancing in the soft, salty breeze. The worked stone floors created trim levels, descending onto a square pond in the center where water sparkles like crystals under the warm sunlight. The cool water beckoned me to touch it, and as I leaned over the edge, I saw my reflection. The scenery wasn’t the only thing that had changed. My ragged and volcanic ash-dusted clothes were now pristine white, with no tears. I wor