Bleach Asylum Novels & Stories

For a moment, I was back there in a life I didn’t want to remember, surrounded by faces I’d long tried to forget. I tore my gaze away, heart pounding a little faster. I couldn’t let it show. Not even a hint of that past could resurface. Not here. Not now. I squared my shoulders and nodded at my reflection. “Time to bleach you out of existence.” The smell of bleach filled the tiny bathroom, making my nose wrinkle in disgust. I felt like I was withering away. It was pungent, seeping into every corner, mixing with the dampness of old tiles and mildew. I worked quickly, fingers gloved and precise, painting over every traitorous strand until I was satisfied. I watched as the brown vanished, repla

In my haze of winning I didn’t hear the footsteps walking towards the living room or even heard them unlock the door. “What in the-" I snapped, turning to see Asher and Rue standing right behind us, two bags in their hands, well, it was there but now on the floor. Rue’s mouth open, a fly could pass in there with no restrictions. "Please tell me I am hallucinating.” Asher whispers, eyes looking back and forth between Aaron and I. “I need bleach. I need to unsee what I just saw.” Rue speaks up after some minutes, walking into the kitchen.

Her copper rune-threaded robes fluttered as she turned, eyes locking onto mine with a smile too sharp to be warm. “Elias,” she said, voice airy and bright as ever. “We need your help with a bit of an anomaly.” “Aurelian,” I replied flatly, not bothering to ask. “I heard.” Ashleigh didn’t deny it. She just flicked her wrist, and a scroll snapped open midair between us. “The gate scan confirmed dragonblood. Four times. Same result.” I raised an eyebrow. “And your solution is to… assign me babysitting duty?”

I assured myself as I headed to the bathroom. ... ====°===... Blake returned shortly with fresh clothes and eggs for breakfast. I perceived the smell of pancakes, but I remained in the bathtub soaking myself in warm water. My mind kept racing back to the Shadow Clan, project Jericho and Ashley. I couldn't just forget a chaotic weekend because of a seemingly perfect morning. So I cried silently in the bathtub, with my palm tightened over my lips. I felt guilty for feeling so comfortable after causing a lot of deaths. So I stayed there longer than I should’ve, and I cried some more.

Asriel roared before he turned back into the room and entered the bathroom, slamming the door hard after him. He moved sickly to the sink, his nose sprouting a centimeter away. If only he could he would disinfect his entire intestines. He forced himself to vomit everything, the saliva he surely had tasted. He turned to the overly hot shower and scrubbed his skin that it turned red. A sudden coldness enveloped him. A different Asriel emerged out of the bathroom. Nicko was waiting by the door to his room. " Didn't I say you do away with those filthy bastards. I meant they had to die," Asriel said as he picked up a clean towel and dried his hair.

Eventually she turns sharply down a narrow service alley and pushes open the rusted side door of what used to be an auto repair shop decades ago. The building smells like dust and old oil. Good. No human scent. No hunters. No dogs. Just silence. For the first time since the ambush began, the world feels still. I lean against the nearest concrete pillar the moment we step inside, closing my eyes briefly as exhaustion finally catches up to me. The silver in my blood immediately reminds me that standing upright is becoming more of a suggestion than a guarantee. “You’re going to collapse,” Nyxara says. Her voice isn’t concerned.

I could feel it clearly—life draining out of my ravaged body. When she'd had her fill, she climbed off me, satisfied. Her well-manicured fingers picked up a piece of silver from the table, then dropped it onto my face with disgust. "Useless thing," she sneered. "Bones so brittle. Can't even take a little roughhousing." The door creaked open. Vince Benedict, the brothel's manager, waddled in with his massive gut leading the way. He pinched the silver coin between his thick fingers and blew on it. Then he gave my limp leg a hard kick with his black cloth boot.

No typing bubbles. Maya felt an instinctual restlessness, a persistent anxiety she couldn't dismiss. She needed to escape the heavy, velvet-draped, suffocating atmosphere of the house. Putting on her jacket, she drove to the old, rusted railway bridge on the town's edge—neutral ground. It was the same place where she and Thalia used to sneak out as kids, sharing cheap snacks and dreaming about the future before the supernatural world fully consumed them.

Without waiting for a response, she turned sharply and moved briskly down the corridor toward the east wing, Isla following closely behind, the sound of their footsteps echoing in the tense silence. As they navigated the sterile hall, the atmosphere grew even more unsettling. Security personnel moved purposefully through the corridor, their expressions grim as they exchanged whispered concerns, seemingly searching for answers in the stillness that enveloped them. That’s when they stumbled upon it—a long, jagged scorch mark marred the vinyl floor outside the linen room, a stark and unnerving contrast against the clinical white surroundings. The scorched area appeared angry, as if a flame had

"What is it?" I walked quickly to the desk. I set my heavily encrypted tablet down on the black stone. My hands were actually shaking. "I scrubbed the island," I began, my voice low and tight. "When we left, I triggered the liquidation protocol. The servers were wiped. The physical infrastructure of the Abyss was flooded. The Apex Bloom was meant to be entirely erased from the earth to protect our transition to London." "I know," Lolita said. She stood up and stepped closer. The scent of her expensive perfume mixed with the dark, intoxicating aura of her absolute power. I wanted to drag her across the desk and bury myself in her, just to prove we were still alive. "We buried it."