Bleach Asylum Novels & Stories

He yells at me from the other side. I hear his fading footsteps and I'm alone. I turn around to look at this strange room and it's a bathroom. Why did he bring me inside a bathroom. I walk to the washbowl and look at my reflection in the mirror. I look like shit. I'm in desperate need of a warm bath and I'm not even sure I'm getting any. The bathroom door opens and Asa enters. He hands me a bottle with green liquid inside. I can tell what's inside because the container is nearly visible.

“Lovebirds! Esther’s got a location. Abandoned asylum, because of *course* it’s creepy.” Ace’s jaw tightened. “We move in ten.” “*We*?” I arched a brow. He gripped my chin, breath hot. “You stay behind me.” “Or what?” I whispered. His thumb traced my lip. “Or I’ll chain you here myself.” --- The asylum loomed, a skeleton of broken windows and shattered pride. Moonlight bled through the cracks as we crept through the rot. Ace’s father sat in the center of the decay, a king on a throne of debris.

ASH BENEATH THE THRONE Blythe sat motionless in the quiet of her chambers, her skin still burning from the Blood Trial. The scent of ash clung to her hair, and faint bruises blossomed along her arms where the ritual cords had bound her. Her fingers hovered over the goblet of water Helena had left beside her bed. She hadn’t yet found the strength to lift it. “Drink,” Aria whispered in her mind. “You need it.” Blythe closed her eyes. “I need more than water.”

Not like it would matter. You’d never even guess that’s what this place was, but for the simple sign by the road. It looks nondescript, like any medical office or clinic. “The Meadows Asylum.” Named after one Christopher Meadow who sadly was killed by one of his own patients while administering electroshock therapy. I’m certain it couldn’t have happened to a nicer fellow. My phone vibrates in my pocket, and I take it out. The message from Declan simply reads, “viking, check.” I show it to Luc who smiles.

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 was about to fall to my knees again. I would have. The pride and dignity I'd had walking in here had been gone for hours. I just wanted my father back in my arms. That was when the noise hit the house. A black SUV came through the front gate, straight into the living room. The floor-to-ceiling windows shattered. Glass flew everywhere. Through the dust, the driver's side door was thrown open. A tall figure stepped out, backlit. I could not see her face. I knew her from the way she carried herself. Cassia Wynn. The fear and grief I had been holding in broke loose the moment I saw her.

For a brief moment, he was stunned. While on my way back, I kept beating myself up. I shouldn’t have gone to Elise’s place and wasted my time. I should’ve known that I would never get my hands on the antidote. However, I couldn’t afford to wallow in regret. As soon as I stepped into the car, I dialed the hospital number. “Hello there, please send an ambulance to the Thornton residence. The address is—” “Huh?” The voice on the other end interrupted. “We just received a call from that same address.”

“You like carrying me.” Selene’s silence said more than a smirk ever could. They passed the cracked concrete hallway lined with crates, wires, and folded blankets, moving toward the back corner of the warehouse where a single thick door led to the converted washroom. Everything here was a little makeshift, a little repurposed. Shelves made from pallets. Hooks welded into broken tiles. A rusted smart mirror flickered above the sink, barely holding its glow. The shower itself had pressure, but no temperature control — just two stubborn knobs and Selene’s knack for tweaking the generator’s heat settings to make it tolerable. She kicked the door shut behind them, set Aria down on the bench brief

I couldn’t help but think about her every second, if she’s hurt, if she’s thinks I’m not looking for her, that I don’t care because I haven’t found her yet. We found an old cabin at the furthest point of our territory, one that I had completely forgotten about, it was one that the human’s used but now mostly teenagers took up in it. The roof barely holding together, the door hangs off its rusted hinges as I pulled it open it fell to the ground. The air inside smelled of decay, old beer and urine, the place was disgusting, and I made a mental note to have it torn down. As we made our way through, one door was still holding its own, I pushed it open and stood there just staring at what was

Eyes wide with terror. And standing beside him was Ash. But he wasn’t smiling anymore. He looked… cracked. Pale. Sweaty. Like the blood loss was finally catching up to him. “You shouldn’t be here,” Ash said quietly. Noa stepped into the room. “Let him go.” Ash laughed hoarse and dry. “You never listen.” “I’m done listening to you.” Ash picked up something from the tray beside the table. A scalpel. Tiny. Precise. Cold. “You know what this is?” he asked.