Bleach Fanfiction Crossover Novels & Stories

When she walked in to the loving area, the first thing her mind registered was the pungent scent of rusted metal—no—blood. There he was in the middle of it. He was unbuttoning his stained dress shirt with a cold but calm demeanor. His expression was blank and he looked like a demon ascended straight from hell. His black leather shoes were sole deep in the pool of blood that that at his feet. Rain stopped in her tracks and a scream lodged in her throat. Alexander took the shirt off and handed it over to Enzo who stood right next to him. Enzo’s expression mirrored Alexander’s . They both peered down at the scene in front of them, one Rain knew Alexander had created.

"But I can't right now. We need to help Axel and Marcus, and then I promise I will look into helping Alicia, okay? Promise me you'll stay away from him?" Blaire frowned. "Promise." The bathroom door opened, and Caterina walked into the living room. Blaire examined her as if she'd grown two heads. She bit the corner of her thumbnail, and took a seat on the couch. Caterina was dressed in a similar pair of sweats and an old t-shirt, her fingers nervously tapping against her thighs. "Am I really your daughter?" Blaire blurted out. Damn, I didn't mean for her to jump right into it.

He can only marry me. The thought made me forget the pain for a while. I sat on the bed for a long time, my mind was so active that I had to let it dream up a lot of strange ideas. “You're bleeding.” Blayze went into the bedroom. “Get out!” “You're bleeding.” He sat on the bed and pulled out a clean white cloth to bandage my wound. Well, I've given up my dignity and shame today, and I don't care if one more man sees me naked.

It's not because she is scared that he might kill her, but she felt like this conversation is leading somewhere deeper. "You said you are the daughter of Empress Catherine." Blaire nodded her head with her furrow eyebrows, waiting patiently for him to drop the bomb. "So that means you're also a mermaid, right?" Blaire's jaw dropped as her jeweled eyes went wide. As if reading her expression, Evander massaged his forehead and smiled faintly. "Did I hit the nail by its head?" Blaire couldn't react to the sudden confrontation. She knew how the topic of mermaids became taboo after the war but she also knew that she couldn't deny it because of the blood oath.

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> The bluenet prowled across the bar, footfalls so silent and movements so smooth, it was as if he were gliding between the tables on a cushion of air. Why was it, after seeing him so many times, Khyle could only stare? Oh right. Because he was beginning to turn into some kind of salivating fan girl. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3">

‎I stared at the screen, scrolling slowly through Reya’s report. Every line made the smirk on my face stretch wider. ‎Name: Ren Banks ‎Age: 24 ‎Occupation: Artist (anonymously known as “Scarlet Thread”) ‎Residence: Apartment 4B, Willow Creek Complex ‎Known Associates: Best friend – Ayesha Hassan (frequent club companion) . Daughter of the commissioner and head of security. ‎Relationship Status: Currently engaged to Lila Quinn.

The sound of shattering glass echoed through the steam-filled tunnel. One of the clones, a girl who had my face, my hair, and my height lunged at me. Her silver hand was shaped like a jagged blade. I rolled to the right, the metal tip scraping the concrete where my head had been a second before. "Hazel, watch out!" Bryan screamed. He didn't have his blue energy blade anymore, but he grabbed a heavy metal pipe from the wall. He swung it, hitting the clone in the side of the head. It didn't bleed. It just let out a hollow, metallic clink and kept coming.

Not good fan art, more like a doodle of a girl in a hoodie heroically standing beside a potted palm while Jace hovered in the background like a rescued prince. Caption: THANK YOU PLANT GIRL WE SALUTE YOU “This,” I said flatly, “is my worst nightmare.” Sienna’s eyes narrowed. “So it is you.” “It’s not,” I insisted, because at this point I was in too deep to crawl out without consequences. Sienna opened her mouth to argue, but Blaire Maddox appeared like she’d been summoned by the word “nightmare.” She strolled up with her phone in her hand and the expression of someone who had found a new hobby: ruining peace.

He stepped closer to the doctor, "I will have every healer's license revoked. I will burn this building to the ground if I have to." She sighed and turned to her computer. When Blake read the reports, he made a sound, something between a laugh and a sob. His legs gave out. He slid down the wall and sat on the floor, his hands pressed against his chest. His wolf went silent. "There's something else you should know," I said. He looked up at me with hollow eyes. "Elena has already undergone the Soul-Severing Ritual." "No." He shook his head. "No, that's not—"

Cillian The drive going out of the boroughs of Devil’s Elbow was a blur. Kayleigh remained quiet on the road until she dozed off. I started to panic when I saw her wipe drops of blood coming out of her nose with the back of her hand. She assured me that she doesn’t feel weak or hurt, just strung from disabling Bash. Without even hesitating, I mind-linked Andrei and reminded him that Kayleigh might need his hybrid blood sooner. It’s almost eight in the morning and I know that it’s around the time when she needs her transfusion of Andrei’s blood. He was quick to assure me that he will come right up after Bash recovers from his embarrassment. Losing from the Alpha Luna, that is.