Bleach Crossover Novels & Stories

“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.

The girl beside her was staring blatantly at me, her hands frozen in the air with the cup she held. Crazy thoughts went through her mind. It was odd that the girl had not looked up. Even if it was not my aura, the sudden silence was jarring. She finally looked up and it was in slow motion. Her face was perfect and could light up any room she walked into, it was a face that was almost familiar. Her eyes made me see red tho. I'd killed a lot of victims with blue eyes. It triggered in me an animalistic urge to hurt. Her's were even exactly like Masika's. Deep blue like a turbulent yet still calm ocean. I hated her immediately even though I felt like sinking my fangs into her veins and drinking

Said a voice from the back of the class. "New York City," I replied. "Why is your hair different?" Said another. "Because my dad has strawberry blonde hair, I inherited his genes," "Is Ella Hathaway your mama?" "Yes," I said. "You're pretty," A pretty boy said, grinning like a Cheshire cat. "That's not a question, but thank you," I responded, smacking my lips. "Do you plan to overthrow Heather?" What? Those kids were unbelievable. I didn't even know who Heather was, this was probably the third time her name would be mentioned.

"Thanks for letting me invade your space. My roommate has been driving me crazy lately, and... I don't know. It’s nice here. It feels steady." Thalia paused, looking around the room. The space was no longer a barren cage meant to drown out her thoughts. It felt like a sanctuary. The crushing weight of her pack obligations, the political chess matching of the vampire councils, and the agonizing memory of Maya’s scent were all locked outside these brick walls. "You're not invading," Thalia said, her amber eyes fixing on Chloe with a quiet, fierce sincerity. "You're the one who gave me a reason to stay." Chloe’s smile was small, genuine, and entirely devoid of the complicated, heavy expectation

The Lighten coughs in blood trying to resist from the five beings. “This is hilarious! He really thinks he can still live after this.” Matteo grab the Lighten’s head and let him see the battlefield. “See?” The southern borders is covered with blood and corpses of the defeated battalion. The sand is all red, dark, and stinky. The battle has almost ended and the sight has brought pleasure to the victorious squad. “See?’’ “c-Cr-cro-crossbr-…crossbreeds…I-“ Matteo strikes him to death with his sharp stone mold. “That ends it here.”, Matteo satisfyingly said while looking at the dead Lighten.

I round the corner and stop, gasping as we end up in a scene you could only imagine would happen in the movies. Dutch wasn’t even outside that long, I don’t know how they had time to do it. Baylee screams, falling to her knees into a puddle of blood as she comes face to face with her best friend, ripped to tiny tiny pieces and thrown around the forest in chunks, her head lay by Baylees knees as she sobs. Drake catches up with us gasping, I hadn’t moved an inch, unable to in shock. “How is she going to get over this?”

He snickered and turned to look at the opened glass door behind me when the lights on the hallway lit up. I tried to listen to what had been happening inside, and I heard Blair mention the name of her foster mother, Marge. And I suddenly felt her aura fade and the three human girls screamed my mate’s name, then there was silence. Hell, no! “What did you do?” I belted and was about to hold his neck using my sharp claws, but he blocked my attack with his right hand turned into a werewolf’s. Hmm, he’s a hybrid, as I expect.

It had turned out Azelie and Nyoka had gotten into a huge fight when they hit twenty, and had never spoken to each other again nor seen each other. She hadn't had the chance to fully stab me, maybe she was too riled up, maybe a small part of her felt bad for trying to kill a five year old, maybe there was a different reason. But she had broken skin, and that area where the blade cut into my flesh became permanently scarred. Typically wolves could heal so well and so fast we didn't scar. But such was the power of wolfsbane. From that point on I avoided ever taking my shirt off around other people besides my immediate family. Even when shifting. If I did take my shirt off while shifting, I mad

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.”