Novel & Cerita Bleach Gates Of Hell

That’s when she realized she was laying down. “Danielle, talk to me!” “What happened?” Dannie said, her voice oddly rough. “You collapsed and were unresponsive for almost a whole minute. Your nose is bleeding again, too.” He finally let go of her face and helped her sit up. “You were right,” she told him, feeling a little light-headed. “What do you mean?” “I found answers. Gates, the deabru are using gates to get into this world. Thankfully, none of the major gates exist anymore, but there are tons of little ones. I’m pretty sure I can close them which is what Laina meant by stopping them.”

I mean, how many half-bloods get to see this! We drive up to super tall iron gates. “That’s got to be at least 50 feet tall,” Blaze says in awe. “It’s much taller than that,” Elion mutters but doesn’t offer anything else. The gates open before us, “God-Dess! it’s like a whole little city in here.” Blaze breathes out. I just nod staring at the small city with wide eyes. Just like the event, everything is pristine white with loads of greenery and flowers. I feel like I’ve stepped into a Disney movie. Where are Belle and the Beast? I chuckle to myself. Elion glares at me from the rear-view mirror.

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.

He informed her, still ignoring her pleas. “Dogs?” She asked, dumbfounded. He nodded. “There are ten of them scattered about. Blood-thirsty canines that will stop at nothing till every flesh is picked from your bones.” Rosy staggered towards the stone bench in the garden, lowering herself. There was no hope, after all. Forget the men, she was deathly scared of dogs. “Do you remember this place now?” Sergio asked her, squatting before her. She looked at him through teary eyes, her lips trembling then her eyes roved around the garden.

The scent that rose from it was faintly metallic, like rain on stone, like the inside of a church after the candles are snuffed. “Drink,” he said. Elizabeth stared, blinking slowly. “That’s not water,” she rasped. “No,” Malachor agreed. “It is life.” Her stomach turned, instinct recoiling. “From you?” “Yes.” Elizabeth shook her head weakly. “That’s blasphemy.” Malachor’s eyes sharpened. “You are already dying,” he said. “Blasphemy is a luxury for the healthy.” She tried to push his hand away. Her fingers barely lifted.

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.