Bleach Crossover Fanfic Novels & Stories

Liquidation is absolute. ​"The Apex Bloom is entering its third phase," Franco announced, his voice dropping into a lethal register. "The physical trials are over. The psychological games are over. Phase Three is total, unmitigated betrayal." ​The heavy steel doors that led back to the living quarters slammed shut with a deafening boom. Red emergency lights bathed the room in a bloody, pulsing glow.

] Xavier (from the doorway, voice low but clear): "I've only ever seen you bleed on a battlefield. Never like this." (Blythe doesn't turn. She stiffens. Wipes at her cheek with the back of her hand.) Blythe: "You weren't supposed to see this." Xavier (stepping in, carefully closing the door behind him): "I wasn't supposed to see a lot of things today." Blythe (still facing the window): "She didn't burn. The fire accepted her. But her eyes…" Xavier: "Silver." Blythe (a breath like a blade):

They panted heavily, the only sound in the quiet bedroom being the synchronized, ragged intake of their breath as they tried to process the massive shift that had just permanently altered their reality. Thalia’s amber eyes were dark, heavy with a fierce, protective possessiveness, while her thumb gently stroked the soft skin of Chloe’s hip. Chloe rested her forehead against Thalia’s shoulder, her chest heaving, a small, dizzy smile tugging at her lips as she realized the universe truly had no say in this anymore. Driven by the complete collapse of her self-control and a roaring inner desire, Thalia’s grip tightened. With a sudden, fierce desperation, she tore through the thin fabric of Chloe

I glanced at her as she chewed happily and decided to drop the topic. “I'll ask Rhoda to pack our stuff when we get there,” I said and she nodded with a smile, “okay.” Chloe's POV I didn't see myself going back to that school or seeing Pascal again. He was a monster and I knew that if he tried anything crazy next time, then I wouldn't feel guilty for his death. “Chloe, you look distracted, is there something you'd like?” Jayden asked as we laid on the bed after the hotel's attendants had taken our stuff in from the moment we entered and put them together for us.

“Mostly in the past, yes. It was pretty fun to hear the lies and half truths Maise told until I finally confessed I knew everything.” “She didn’t do it.” “I know,” she agreed. “But no one knows who did.” Blair held the mortar out to me. I extended a claw, slicing a small cut in my hand and let a few drops of blood fall into it. For Maise’s sacrifice, I lifted her wrist to my mouth, biting into her. As soon as her blood had been spilled, I licked over the wound, sealing yet another mark. The expression on Blair’s face was that of a schoolteacher admonishing a petulant child. I only offered an impish grin in defense. “How many times, exactly, do you need to mark her?”

Every single beast and event surrounding her scent profile has my absolute, hyper-focused attention. “By the way, Alpha,” Lowell mentions casually, his fingers flipping a page on the desk. “Professor Folly’s daughter, Blossom Blythe, is pretty damn chummy with Sandra. Just last night under the moon, Blossom treated Sandra to a wild feast at the Moonpeach Den and did not return to her father’s pack house. Her boots checked straight into the Goldenwheat Den instead to sleep beside Sandra’s body.” My dark eyelids flick up instantly, my alpha gaze pinning Lowell to the wall. “Professor Folly’s only female pup?”

"Go back to the archives and fix your neck because the smell of those chemicals is giving me a headache." I didn't wait for a second invitation. I scrambled for the door, unlocked it with shaking hands, and practically fell into the hallway. I didn't stop running until I reached the basement bathroom. I splashed cold water on my face, looking at my reflection. The ‘rash’ was itchy and burning, but it had saved me. But as I looked at the red mess, a wave of sadness hit me. Damon had looked so hopeful for a split second—so desperate to find a connection and I had given him a face full of bleach-smelling hives.

The "Co-Author" merger was a visceral, soul-shredding atmospheric pressure. In the center of the "Bleached" courtyard, Kaelen and Elora were no longer two physical beings; they were a "Twin Pulse" of gold-starlight and scentless vacuum. The collision of the "Genesis" marrow and the "System Prototype" created a "Feedback Loop" that unwove the Auditor’s "Premium Gold" armor, turning the clinical being back into a cloud of grey static.

Trax looked between the both of us and then to his half brother as he walked off. I looked at Adrian for an explanation. "Trax is a hybrid of werewolf and vampire." "Don't move too much and you should be fine." The doc said, "The brace can come off tomorrow night." He left. "I'm so sorry Blair-Boo" Trax was crying in a heap on the floor. His smiling demeanor was gone. Blake came into view, "Let's get you cleaned up Trax. Blair-Boo is going to need her rest." She gave me a wary smile as Trax went off with her to her room. Adrian picked me up slowly and we went to our room. I was asleep so fast.

Gunner shouts over Mace's screams. "Catch her for me won't you, Blaze?" With that Blaze blinks out of sight to catch the knocked up murderous bitch. "You have no idea the amount of suffering that bitch has caused me. I will end her." "Payne! Payne!" Kieran and Gunner yell as I slip through a portal followed by Reaper and Bonez. Aiden's POV