روايات وقصص ضمن Bleach Crossover

"Standard procedure." Something about her tone made Luna's head snap up. "No," the toddler said firmly, her power flaring. "Wrong." But Rachel was already moving toward the door with Axel. Maya's maternal instincts screamed as she felt her son's distress through their family bond. Through her exhaustion, she noticed something crucial – Rachel's pack tattoo was fresh, too fresh. "Blaze!" she called out, but he'd already sensed it through their bond. "Ghost!" Blaze roared, moving to intercept, but Rachel had planned well. A blast of foreign magic – not pack, not druid – filled the room, disorienting everyone.

“What job am I going to do today?” “Hm,” he looked at the tablet he was holding, scrolling through a few pages before looking at her. “Your schedule is packed Ms. Calixto.” “Am I really starting now? I don’t even know what she does! Like… her mannerisms or something. Don’t people know that about her?” Rojean panicked, looking around the room if there was something she could base Gizelle off from. “Sei liked her black clothes. Do you fancy wearing black clothes? Are you okay wearing black clothes?” Krister asked, looking at his tablet still before walking to the back room.

"What did you do to my body? Swap us back!" Julia laughed, covering her mouth. "Why would I? Your body works just fine for me! Aren't you still fooling around with Norman anyway? How does it feel to be a homewrecker?" She looked at me with a mocking grin. I lost it and shoved her aside. Julia stumbled, and her hand hit the side of a pot of boiling soup. A big blister instantly appeared on her hand. Julia screamed, "Ah…! My hand! It hurts!"

I felt ships crossing distant waters. Storm drains beneath the city. Blood in wounded bodies. Tears clinging to Kiyomi’s lashes inside the lighthouse. The sea was not one place. It was everywhere. Waiting. I opened my eyes. Astraya’s smile faded. The chapel windows burst inward. Rain stopped in the air. Thousands of droplets hung around me, bright as glass. Cael stared. “That is new.” I lifted my hand. The red mark turned white. Every drop moved. They spun into narrow blades and cut through the black hands holding Cael and Shigure.

Don’t take the bait. “I'll leave soon,” Bradley said afterwards, his voice restrained. “But before that, I want to see Eirene.” Chloe raised an eyebrow. “See her?” she asked, folding her arms across her chest. Her tone sharpened. “Did our dear little sister end up in hospital again and need Eirene’s blood for the umpteenth time?” Bradley’s face flushed instantly. He didn’t answer—he couldn't. Sabrina shot Bradley a quick glance, then turned to Chloe. “Judging by his expression, it looks like you’re right, Chloe.”

“Good boy.” The bleach began burning almost immediately. Azxel’s skin prickled and throbbed, but his smile only widened. Every time his breath hitched, Sky’s fingers tightened in his hair, pressing the bleach deeper, spreading it down the strands, allowing the pink streaks he ha pulled out stay out of his way. “You look pretty when you tilt your neck, you make that face. You are so pretty,” Sky murmured sweetly, dragging his nails lightly across Azxel’s scalp just to make him shiver. “Don’t move. Let it burn you properly.”

"You're safe now." Aqua's vision blurred as the exhaustion and emotional toll overwhelmed her. Before she lost consciousness, she felt a gentle touch on her forehead, Aunt Cleo's magic weaving a protective spell around her. When she awoke the next morning in Cleo's home, the memory of the night before was a fragmented blur. Aunt Cleo had taken away the worst of it, sparing her the trauma of remembering how she had killed her attackers with dark magic.

“You think you’re the only one?” “You wound me, Delia,” Gray chuckles. She slaps his arm playfully, letting him know it's time to get serious. He straightens up, as all signs of amusement snap from his face in a split second and holds still while she goes to work on the chain in his hands. She places both of her hands a few inches above the metal and whispers some incantation until a low blue glow can be seen from underneath her palms. When the glow fades she moves her warm copper brown hands and sighs.

Blaze, interjecting on his behalf, plays ignorant and suggests, “It probably might be coming from the kitchen, I believe.” “Well, species like us are heightened to the scent of the humans.” Alexa, with her heightened senses, scoffs at Blaze's response, implying that their supernatural lineage is attuned to human scents. Her mocking smile sends a wave of nervousness through Dexter, who reaches for his glass of juice but accidentally knocks it over, causing the liquid to spill across the table.