Bleach Gates Of Hell の小説・ストーリー

Cole’s arm gives out, dropping the sword. I shift back to my usual form, my armor of mist surrounding my body, and create twin blades with that same magic, swinging my arms out as cursed warriors charge me from the sides. I can’t look away from Cole. He’s fighting hard, trying to stay on his feet and retrieve his sword. He sways, gripping the blade sticking in his chest. I scream in terror when he pulls it free, blood spraying, but Richard is still reading from the book and… The Gate of the Gods starts to rise like a swirling black vortex. It’s nothing but aether–a shadow, blocking out the moonlight.

That thought had sunk its teeth into him weeks ago, but tonight it bloomed into something darker. He glanced again at the small, rune-etched token hidden in his palm. Becky’s spy had promised freedom, status, absolution—lies, all of them, but he was too far gone to recognize that. He only needed to activate the rune once. One small spark of magic. One flicker of betrayal. His thumb pressed down. The rune flared crimson, then dissolved into the air like hot ash. A signal. A beacon. And the gates of hell began to move.

To her, getting married to Luca and being loved by him was a dream come true. The priest cleared his throat discreetly, drawing her attention and she gave it to him, knowing what was coming next. Once more her heart began beating loudly in her ears and she became nervous again, her fingers wrapped around the bouquet trembling slightly. You can do this, Rosy, she encouraged herself. “Do you, Rosana Marcello___” The priest began to address her but a sudden loud explosion interrupted him mid-sentence as the heavy double cathedral doors imploded inwards, the force of the explosion tearing them off their hinges and spewing splinters of woods and bits of cements about.

Cold is the first thing I feel, no pain, no grief, not Orion’s arms shaking as he presses his forehead to mine while my blood soaks into the marble beneath us. Just cold, it wraps around me like silk drawn over skin. When I open my eyes, the world is ash and silver. I am standing on a shoreline made of black glass. It stretches infinitely in both directions. Above me, the sky is not a sky at all but a living current of shadow, breathing and pulsing like veins across a celestial body. In front of me the Gate stands tall and imposing. It is enormous, forged of bone and obsidian, arching so high I cannot see its crest. Symbols burn across it in molten gold and silver, the binding ritual, the pr

Elizabeth's eyes widened, a sharp gasp escaping her lips as the heat of his release seared her insides, pushing against her battered walls. Her body betrayed her instantly, clenching hard around his pulsing cock, the spasms ripping through her like lightning. Waves of savage pleasure crashed over her, mingling with the fresh stings from his claws and bites, turning the pain into an explosive climax that made her scream. Her walls milked him greedily, walls fluttering and squeezing, drawing out every drop of his demonic seed as it painted her depths. Tears streamed down her face, her breasts heaving with ragged breaths.

The steel door hit the floor with a violent hiss, melting into a puddle of golden liquid that glowed, dim and angry, on the concrete. Maya didn’t move. She just stood there, frozen. Silver blood ran down her hand. She pressed it hard to her chest, trying to stop the bleeding, but it just kept coming. The people from the Chorus stayed on their knees—hundreds of them, packed into the dark parking garage. Their golden eyes caught the strange light off the molten metal, making the whole place feel unreal.

From the constant miserable situations they have faced, he needs reprieve. “Many are drowned by pride, make sure you won’t become one of them.” Huzefa smirked when they reached a twenty feet tall gate. A devil’s face was carved on it with metal but the clear stains of fresh blood was tainting its tongue, indicating the entrance towards hell. “Well. This is where I leave but our paths will surely collide again.” Huzefa smirked, definitely a devilish one but they didn’t trust him in the first place. “Hey, Huzefa…” Vera called, coming closer towards the gates.

Rook frowned. "Drawn too?" Lazarus asked. "She went into some kind of trance and ended up in front of that gate, reaching out to touch it. Sin Stopped her from trying to open it." Rook shared. “Do you know what’s in there?” I asked him. “Nothing different from the other gates aside from what sin they harvest their. I can talk to the villages and see what I can find out.” The gates led to different areas and villages in hell, each village helped to harvest the sins and guard the gates. The only other way to get there was to cross open fields, which brought the danger of being eaten by dragons.

And then the haunting screams came… not wolves, no, something else… something from hell. Laziel moved before I could blink, hauling me to my feet with one hand already reaching for his sword. "Stay behind me." I was grateful he didn't try to keep me from violence the way Ronan had. I’d seen too much of it in one lifetime to shy away like some big-greasted chicken getting chased by drooling hunters. But the window told me everything I needed to know. The gates were under attack. Chaos erupted beyond the door—shouts, the clash of steel, the wet, tearing sounds of flesh meeting claws.