Bleach Fic Novels & Stories

Calix’s POV I drove my car and went to the nearest mall. I contacted Blaire and she was so pissed because of me. I found them in Starbucks and having a chitchat with Caleb. “You two,” I said behind them. Both of them startled. Blaire glance at me annoyingly. “What? What did I do?” I innocently asked. “I didn’t do anything.” She eyed me. She really looks scary and that she was going to kill me right now.

Bleiz was dressed in a suit and tie, as always, aloof and dignified, but he still carried the scent of Mona’s perfume. “I came...” My voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible. “I didn’t come to find her.” I slowly raised my hand and pointed to my bandaged forehead: “I was injured too.” Bleiz’s expression faltered, and he then noticed my pale face and the gauze on my forehead. “You said that after she gave birth, you would take me away.” I looked at him, my eyes red-rimmed. “But now, can you still see me?”

She continues to beat me . "No I won't stop Bloomie until you die in my hands and the last thing you will see is my fucking face !"she laughs and continues to punch me . " No no! Stop !" " Bloom ! "A deep voice rumbles. " No stop !"i plead " Bloom !"the deep voice softens . My eyes open wide and my body jerks My clothes are sticking to my body with sweat. The blur vision of a figure comes closer to me and the intoxicating scent overwlms me as I try to squint my eyes .

she runs her finger through the water. I see four bright auras, each being a different color. But how was I supposed to tell who is who? “You can touch them.” She nods at the blobs. I step up to the fountain and place my hand in it. All four of the blobs race towards it. I touch the light pink one and I see Blair. “Blair is shy but strong.” I say.

Glowing like some celestial demigod with cheekbones sharp enough to cut glass and a voice that shouldn’t be legal. And what do I get? A nosebleed. A freaking nosebleed. Who even does that in real life?! I thought that only happened in bad anime. But no, not me. Not the girl who prides herself on keeping it chill. One hug. That’s all it took. He wrapped those stupid strong arms around me and boom—blood sacrifice. I splash cold water over my face, like maybe I can scare the nonsense away. I lean in, glaring at my reflection again.

I may love them but they can be really annoying sometimes However, my wary reaction morphs into shock when I see who’s standing in the foyer with bright swollen red eyes. Amore… I can’t even get words out of my mouth as I stare at her after what seems to be a month. A month? Christ, it feels like fucking eons… However, the next words that tumble out of her mouth cause me to stay rooted in my place. “I killed Diana’s father” A/N - Any ideas on what might be Blaze’s reaction? Let me know your thoughts on it and brace yourself for the next chapter my lovies, because it’s going to one hell of a ride ;)

"Bleach was never a pawn in this game. It is unstable and relentless, do well to remember we can not make an enemy out of it." The girl smirked. "Do not be foolish, we already did when we chose to pursue that artifact….. My love."

Like nothing. "You missed a spot," Killian said, pointing with the toe of his boot to a place near my knee. I moved to it, scrubbing harder, putting all my remaining strength into making it disappear. The bleach splashed onto my hand where the skin was already torn and raw. It burned like someone had poured acid on my flesh. I gasped, the sound ragged and airless, and jerked my hand back instinctively. "Silence," Carmina hissed. She raised her cane high above her head.

Upstairs, my room felt like both a refuge and a cage—moonlight spilling onto the bed where everything had shifted just the night before, the lingering scent of my vanilla candle from earlier. I grabbed some fresh blue pajamas and headed to the bathroom, turning the shower on hot enough to fill the space with steam. Standing under the pounding water, I let myself linger longer than necessary, eyes closed, letting the warmth soak into my skin and wash away the day’s stickiness. The marks on my neck had faded to faint shadows, easily hidden beneath the turtleneck I’d worn to school, but they still haunted my mind, reminding me of how quickly I lost control.

The state of the place didn't just reflect the abandonment, it also represented how Blair felt: dirty. She looked down at her hands and realized they were filthy, covered in dried blood. Blair tried desperately to wipe her hands on the white dress she was wearing, but she couldn't. The dirt was ingrained. - "Benedict and I met the same end, and it's your fault," Michele's voice accused again. - "I'm so sorry. Please forgive me," Blair begged, crying until she was sobbing.