Bleach Crossover Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Finally, Dexter withdrew his fangs, a primal satisfaction lingering in his crimson-stained lips. As Dexter licked off the remnants of Blaze's blood from his lips, his eyes, once deep and intense, underwent a mesmerizing transformation. The hues shifted into a vivid crimson, signifying the satiation of his blood thirst. Blaze, lying in the quiet embrace of the forest floor, experienced a cascade of sensations. The once-intense dizziness and breathlessness gave way to a strange clarity, there was also a cessation of the chest pain that had gripped him moments before. It was as if the very essence of life had been recalibrated within him.

, Alexa stated before she could walk away. “It would have been nice if you could close the door on the way out.”, Blaze added. Blaze got up from bed and played his theme song on his speakers called, ‘American Idiot’. He wasn’t the talkative type, but that didn’t mean he didn’t scare people. He decided to exercise before having a shower and brushing his teeth. He wore a black shirt with black pants and a pair of white shoes. He rolled up his sleeves, which showed the tattoos that he had. He opened his wardrobe to take out his belt to use for his jeans and he froze. Blaze saw a picture of his parents in a frame on their wedding day. Blaze grabbed his backpack and the frame and walked into the

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

“No, she’s reached the limit where it’s safe. If we take more, she could go into shock. I can’t do that.” Clara snatched the syringe from his hand and plunged it into my arm herself, forcing the full 1000cc out. “What are you afraid of? I told you I’ll take responsibility! My brother is the don.” Blood loss hit me hard. The world dimmed, I went limp, and two guards caught me before I collapsed. Clara glared at me. “Stop faking it. A little blood won’t kill you. I’m not Martin. I won’t be fooled by your act.”

She carefully turned her neck to the direction of the front doors where just by the side stood a man whose silhouette bore a striking resemblance to Jaxon, one she could pick out even in the darkness of the night. He was just—older. His father, she realized. The look he gave her was dark, piercing and deliberate, freezing her in place. “Oh dear,” Naomi started again. “Are you cold? You are freezing. I will get you a jacket. Do you want one?” Upon seeing Kallista's lack of response, Naomi Hawthorne followed the direction of her gaze. “Oh for the love of God,” she muttered and then yelled out, “Cillian drop the daggers! And come on, let's go home.”

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.

I savored the taste of his surprise, with a sweet and bitter touch that made me run my tongue along his lower lip before pulling away. I pulled back abruptly, releasing his collar with a shove. "The rules have changed," I repeated, looking at him with a cynical smile while he still stood there like a statue, processing what had just happened. I grabbed a clean shirt, my university bag, and left the room without looking back, leaving him alone in the silence of my bedroom. I left the mansion almost running, my heart wanting to jump out of my chest, and hopped into the first taxi that passed. "To the St. Hale campus, quick," I told the driver.

I grabbed his wrist. “Stop.” He turned to me. “It’s not working.” “You’re bleeding." I snapped. He looked down at his hand. Then back up. “I’ll heal.” “That’s not the point,” I said sharply. “You’re not doing this alone.” Sheila hesitated. “Together?” she echoed. Caleb pointed at Blake’s hand. “That thing just cooked his blood like dinner and you want a group activity?” I met Blaze’s eyes. “What if it’s not just your blood?”

I lower my mug, padding my fingertips over my lower lip, wondering if I bit myself and I’m bleeding and that’s where the strange, coppery taste is coming from, but then a burst of energy rockets through the room, and a dizzying spell of violet hued magic appears with Blake at it’s center. I scream, spilling my coffee all over my lap and sweater. Blake steps out of the haze, ripping off his thick, navy blue cloak, and rushes to me. “Fuck, I’m sorry. I’m–are you okay?” He guides me out of the chair, holding me at arm’s length to inspect the dark stain on my sweater and the coffee seeping into my slacks. What a great start. He chews his lower lip, his eyes lifting to mine. “Come with me.”

For a moment, the air between us felt too heavy, too charged. I was the first to look away. Hunter exhaled, the sound somewhere between boredom and amusement, before reaching for the bowl of bleach again. He pulled a chair closer, the legs making a muffled scraping noise against the plush carpet, and plopped down beside me. Without a word, he dipped the brush into the thick mixture and started applying it to a streak of his own hair, right beside the crimson one already there. I arched a brow, watching him. “What the hell are you doing?”