Bleach And Rwby Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“No you’re not!” “Oh yes I am!” I could now clearly hear them bicker, the sound coming from the living room and as soon as I entered the room, I watched them throwing small cushions at each other, Blake ducking behind the grand sofa while Raph was using another, larger pillow as a shield. Her sweet giggle filled the air once again, making me feel a strange yet pleasant sensation and as soon her big green doe eyes landed on me, my usually steady essence now made a flip. “Raz!” She jumped from behind the sofa, running straight towards me, my essence pounding faster and faster -which was very unusual, by the way- and in the very next moment she stopped right in front of me, her eyes landing on

“You’re not bringing that dirty thing in here.” “Exactly,” Rhea echoed smugly. Amber froze. The two women turned and shut the door. She looked at the bowl. Then back at the lake. At least the rain had stopped. She returned to the water and began rinsing it carefully, no longer crying. She was tired of tears. But something caught her eye. The water was churning oddly. She paused, heart skipping. A whirlpool—tiny, but growing—began to twist not far from where she stood.

*Warning - Contains triggering content regarding bullying* Phoebe’s POV I stare up at the starry sky, placing the palms of my hand flat against the thin concrete railing. The stunning visuals of the moonlight that was reflected against the surface of the lake almost reminding me of the painting inside Blaze’s study. I clutch Blaze's white shirt tighter around my body to protect it from the cool breeze of midnight. The stars twinkled and glowed bright and for a moment I wondered, how it would feel to lie down against the plush furry carpet that cocooned my feet in its warmth.

I took it from his hand without any resistance. Cutting into my palm, I murmured, "I, Rachel Flores, vessel of Rayne, reject Alpha Tyler Wright, vessel of Wynd, as my fated mate. As this bond bound us, let us now be unbound from here forward. Blessed be our beloved goddess. Amen." My blood dripped thick and rich onto the ground before the shrine. The wound wasn't deep, but it was bleeding more freely than any I had ever had before. I knew it was the magic of the blade at work rather than any accident on my part.

Vera's POV Rye screamed in pain and rage. His hands shot up, dark energy crackling between his fingers like black lightning. He thrust them toward me, sending the malevolent power straight at my frozen body. The dark energy roared toward me, hungry and destructive. Then white light exploded from inside my chest. It burst outward in a brilliant wave, pure and blinding. The moment it collided with Rye's dark energy, the black lightning disintegrated. Simply ceased to exist, consumed by the white light that poured from me.

I took a mental picture of the scent before my sight. My wolf purred, yes, purred. He was madly in love. Ruby Rue Rothwell, in a skimpy yellow bikini, was a sight to behold. My enjoyment lasted only for a second when an unknown male suddenly grabbed her waist and tackled her into the water, laughing like the funniest thing. What's more, Ruby laughed too. Hayes and I were running to them. He was dead for touching what was mine.

Skyler didn't expect that what he had struggled with for so long, was not actually that difficult when he started doing it. Looking at the bloodstains remaining on the ground not far away, she stood still for a while before taking off the spray head and rushing towards that splash of red. The bright red color was soaked in a large amount of water and immediately disappeared without a trace. Outside, Raiden leaned against the head of the bed, casually covering himself with just a corner of the blanket. After the previous excitement, Peach Blossom stared blankly at the scene on the LCD screen. In my mind, I was recalling the scene just now...

I round the corner and stop, gasping as we end up in a scene you could only imagine would happen in the movies. Dutch wasn’t even outside that long, I don’t know how they had time to do it. Baylee screams, falling to her knees into a puddle of blood as she comes face to face with her best friend, ripped to tiny tiny pieces and thrown around the forest in chunks, her head lay by Baylees knees as she sobs. Drake catches up with us gasping, I hadn’t moved an inch, unable to in shock. “How is she going to get over this?”

She mumble and took a step forward, about to walk towards that location. "Where are you going, Blanche?" Blanche fidgeted upon hearing Aerith's voice. She look back and there stood Aerith rubbing her eyes. "A-ah, I'm just finding some spot on where I can take my pee off," She responded rubbing her forehead. Aerith's brow raised and chuckled. "Well then, if that's the case, I'll be going back inside, take your pee off fast, it's dangerous." "Yeah... right," she faked a laugh and snap her attention back on the figure that she saw. She squinted and step back, "W-wife?"

"And I need a shower and clean clothes." Rhye halted and snickered at her. "Very well. Give me a moment." Rhye headed toward the back of the cavern as he caught the scent of the witch's anxiety. Dammit, he had been a fool to agree with the woman he hated so much. But there was one nagging feeling he couldn't shake. The witch's foul scent is fading. How was it possible? Rhye was a volatile warrior who was feared by his enemy, brothers, not a nanny. What the hell did he know about a witch with no memory, a wounded, overly proud, vengeance-obsessed woman? Bloody hell, that’s what.