Bleach 1000 Year War Novels & Stories

He quickly recovered though, ”Jackass,” Alex cursed, patting his clothes free from dirt. ’It’s starting.’ What is? ’The war. It’s almost time.’ I looked at Alex who was already looking at me with furrowed eyebrows. ”Blade?” He asked and I nodded my head. ”He said the war is almost here.” I said. Alex clenched his jaw and looked ahead.

The world did not end with fire. It ended with memory. Adrian stood alone on the highest platform of Neo-Stain, where the artificial sky shimmered in dull gradients of gray and dying blue. Fifty years had passed since the war—fifty years since the world burned, since cities collapsed into skeletons, and oceans swallowed the screams of millions. Fifty years since Samuel became something less than human and more than ghost.

“That qualifies as a weapon.” I laughed, shaking my head. This entire thing was becoming too funny to not laugh. “Next time, aim better,” Victoria said to Lana. “You should be able to knock his brain out.” Julia gasped. “There will not be a next time!” she looked horrified, and I completely understood her. I had to step in or there'd be another war. “There shouldn’t have been a first time.” Silence ensued, before Victoria spoke. “Fair,” Nothing more.

Then he gave a slow nod to his men. He looked at Sergio with unbridled hatred. "This isn't over, not by a long short. I will be back to claim what is mine." One by one, they backed off. Fading into smoke. Into retreat. ************************************************** The silence that followed was deafening. Rosana stood alone in the center of the destroyed hallway, her dress streaked with soot and blood. A shard of broken mirror leaned against the wall nearby, reflecting pieces of her—sharp, splintered, unrecognizable.

Why is this disinfector not burning? I lifted my eyelids a little and looked at him. His light brown eyes were concentrating on applying the disinfector on my cut gently. My eyes are refusing to believe the scene in front of them. Always rude and mean Jack Miller is applying ointment on my cut. I don't know how he is managing to be so civil with me today. With this thought in my mind, I peered more at his face.

I was not going to be finished that way. I left the war room and walked the long corridor to the archive wing. It was quieter here. The archive keeper, a small woman named Sable who had served three Alphas and showed no signs of slowing, looked up from her worktable when I came in. "Alpha," she said. "The Gray bloodline," I said. "The full record. I want to know who accessed it in the last ten years." She did not look surprised. She put down her pen and moved to the back shelves without speaking. That was one of the things I valued about Sable. She did not ask questions. She did not make observations. She retrieved and she recorded and she kept her opinions entirely to herself.

“You just drank from me and stopped . You chose me. Choose me again...Please...” The basement door explodes inward. Three wolves fill the doorway, half-shifted, eyes glowing amber and furious. Barion steps forward first, massive, scarred, claws out. “Step away from the bloodsucker, little girl.” Adrian snarls so loud the walls shake, straining against the remaining chains. “Back off,” I warn, planting myself between them and Adrian. “He’s chained.” “For now,” Galeon growls, younger, hotter-headed, already circling. “That thing killed thirty of ours last year.”

I hate him so so so much. AJ awkwardly smiles at Troy, not knowing how to respond to him. She'll learn in time not to respond at all -- it makes life so much easier. Eventually, the idiot leaves on his own, unhappy that he's not getting the spotlight. "Hey, Benley," Lucy drawls slowly, a worried frown on her face, "do you know when Aqueela will be coming back?" I shake my head. "I don't, Luce." I don't even know if she will ever come back. It's almost as if she's wiped us all from her memory. Two years have passed and we haven't heard from her. She doesn't answer our calls or try to keep in touch, not even with Bell or Jay.

(Kora POV) As I finish up with my morning training workout, I decide it be better to take a full shower before breakfast with the family. I get into the shower to wash the sweat of me, my hair using my favorite shampoo and body wash with sweet pea smell. I hurry up to get my hair dry, grab a pair stone wash jean and a black button t shirt. When I realize how late it was getting to, I raced out of my room and ran into my twin sister Bianca. Anyone that looks at us wouldn't even know that we were twin sisters. We were so different in every way. Her hair is a platinum blonde, my hair is a light brown with red highlights in it. My eyes are light brown with gold and green. Bianca are a pale blue.

“I made you famous, I made you powerful, I made you rich and invincible and you aren’t even grateful enough to appreciate the times when we worked as a team.” “You made me a beast,” I said in grief. “Now, I’m just a villain in every wolf storybook. The anti-hero to every little wolf-child.” “Stop crying over spilt milk, Blade. There’s nothing you can do anymore, all the efforts you’ve made in the past three years turned out fruitless and when I eventually take control, I would make sure the world never forgets The Ripper.” “I’m sure you’re excited.” I said with a defeated voice.