Bleach Fic Novels & Stories

I nod, drying my face of tears. "So you and Zayd huh?" I joke and she blushes, making me burst into laughter. "He is the best." She says, and there's something in her eyes, a subtle message and I nod, happy that she's happy, and it is time to go after the man who owns my heart, but first, I must save our friends. ____ The cleansing was one of the most painful thing I've ever gone through, I was torn from inside out, and my hair was washed with some harbs and potions, now, it's white.

What kind of revenge would it be if you get it over with quickly? Blair quickly gets to her feet, glaring at me. “You will regret this, Chloe," she declares, holding her arm tightly with her other hand to stop the bleeding from the puncture wounds from my bite. I shift back to my human form. “I am going to watch you die a slow and agonizing death," I snarl as I step toward her. I meet her hate filled eyes with my own as I picture myself crushing her skull in my head. Blair instantly falls to her knees in pain while holding her temples. “AAHH!!” She cries out as I force more pressure around her skull with my mind. The pleasant sound of her skull fracturing under pressure is music to my ears

The blue was deepening, darkening, bleeding into a vibrant, glowing violet. I froze, gripping the sink until my knuckles cracked. Violet. "No," I whispered. "No, no, no." Liam’s voice echoed in my head. The First Bloodline. Lycans. Violet eyes. I squeezed my eyes shut. Make it stop. Make it stop. I counted. One. Two. Three. I focused on the smell of bleach and cheap soap. Eight. Nine. Ten. I opened my eyes. The smell of bleach was gone. Replaced by the metallic tang of blood and the scent of damp earth.

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?”

I can hear their screams and shouts of both agony and rage making me smile in satisfaction. I'm just glad the whole shop was soundproof. “These would be a good addition to my collection,” I informed him absentmindedly while reaching for the bleach on the cabinet below the table. “This would hurt but you'll live,” I mumble as I washed his wounds with bleach. Scream after scream erupted from his mouth while his body convulsed uncontrollably as the pain intensified. “Pl-please ju-just ki…kil…kill me.” He croaked out in a barely audible voice before passing out.

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.

"I'm ending this particular arrangement. Those are different things. Whether there's a friendship on the other side of it is up to you." She walks out of the café into the September Barcelona morning — the light doing what September light does, the city doing what it always does, entirely indifferent and entirely hers. She stops on the pavement outside and takes one full breath. It is done. Not with drama. Not with vindication. With the specific clean satisfaction of a hard thing done exactly the way she intended to do it. Eleven minutes forty seconds. Twenty seconds above the standard. She texts Elena: Meeting done. He'll move within ten days.

"Are you serious? I am trying to perform culinary magic here." "You had a bit of flour there anyway," Thalia lied smoothly, her amber eyes dancing with rare, boyish mischief. "Just fixing it." "Oh, it's war then," Chloe muttered. She dipped her index finger straight into the bowl of beaten, uncooked egg, turned around, and swiped it right across Thalia's cheekbone. Thalia blinked, completely stunned for a fraction of a second. She reached up, touching her cheek, and looked down at her sticky finger. "You did not just put raw egg on an apex predator."

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.

A white rose lay on the floor dripping with blood. A small, shiny blade lay beside it. A beautiful object in such a terrible and painful condition. The blood stain on it did not hide it's immaculate and beautiful nature. She puffed smoke in the air and took a sip of the liquor beside her, as she glared at the bleeding rose with sad and anguish filled eyes, it told a lot about her and her agony. She was as beautiful as the rose in front of her.