Bleach Crossover Novels & Stories

Even if the blind boy claimed that he was strong and could take down Carlos in combat, Bruce still worried for the small beta. It was only when passing by his old room that Bruce noticed something strange. While it was silent like it should be, he smelled Klick. In fact, the smell was so strong that the shark merman was convinced he was inside. “For someone who is used to sneaking into alpha dormitories, this shouldn’t be weird,” Bruce reasoned and was about to walk past when he smelled something else. Without thinking, he kicked the door down and charged inside. It wasn’t the smell of Carlos that triggered Bruce to smash the door down, it was the smell of blood. He knew what Klick’s blood s

I clench my fists, determined to prove her wrong. As she turns to leave, a wicked grin playing on her lips, she pauses and looks back at me. “One last thing, Xavie listens to me. We don’t want him to change his mind about you now, do we, Luna?” she sneers, chucking the bleach at me. My heart sinks as I realise the lid isn’t on the bleach, and it pours over me, burning my skin and ruining what’s left of my dress. I bite my trembling lower lip, vowing not to let her break me.

BLADE Chapter One Emiliana's POV At the moment, the only thing on my mind was how to get out of this tight, exposing, goddamn wedding dress. The driver pulled over at a huge mansion. The bodyguards alighted and opened the car door for us. I stepped down and turned back, expecting my husband to step out of the car but he stepped out from the other side and slammed the door shut. I was startled by his action. Then he began to walk inside without waiting for me.

She did not understand why the Chief had said that. A pair of red eyes looked down at her shorter frame. "You will be a part of the Private Bleach case. I assume you have heard of Bleach." Her throat became drier and itchier than it already was. B-Bleach? The Legendary Greatest Swordsman? The Mysterious Werewolf Butcher? Amongst Commonerfolks, Bleach was some kind of twisted hero, a Vigilante that would rid the world of the diseases that were Werewolves.

Reality outside the viewport didn't just bend; it shattered. The blue sky and fluffy white clouds of Earth were instantly replaced by a blinding, chaotic kaleidoscope of impossible colors. This was The Bleed—the hyperspace between dimensions. It was a terrifying, mesmerizing ocean of raw data streams, dormant magical energies, and the skeletal remnants of erased realities.

he screamed, stepping back. I grabbed the bleach bottle and hit him on the side his head as hard as I could, causing him to step backward. I took advantage of his momentary unbalance as he rubbed his eyes, knowing that I only had a second. I unscrewed the cap from the bleach bottle and threw the contents at him, causing him to scream out in pain as bleach covered his face and hair. I grabbed the broom and, finding sudden strength, rammed my foot into the wooden handle, breaking it in half.

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.

Lucian and his friends once again stood at the sky arena for the 2nd day of the tournament. He noticed that there are only half of the students that registered passed the first test. The other half were either incapacitated or imprisoned. Thankfully, there were no deaths in the first match. Somehow, the Healing Krysts arrived before someone could die. Blaise told them when he visited last night that Bloom could be Chloe. Why she introduced herself as Bloom, they don't know. They haven't able to talk to her yet. She seemed to appear and then disappear. Lucian made sure to approach her later.

The executioner, exploiting this, closed in with remarkable speed, seizing young Dexter by the neck and delivering a chilling message, "Your father tasked me with ensuring your death is painless, though I'm unsure how to achieve that. This is the best I can offer. Rest in peace, Prince Dexter!" Just as the executioner poised to snap Dexter's neck, Blaze unleashed a scorching beam of light from his hands, directing it fiercely at the executioner's face. The man's face began to liquefy like wax beneath an unrelenting sun. A haunting scream escaped the executioner as searing pain coursed through his body, his hands involuntarily releasing Dexter in a desperate attempt to assuage the torment. He