Bleach Heat The Soul Novels & Stories

I felt a sharp pain after he slapped me. He cackled sadistically, “You’re all bark, but you can’t bite.” The grin on my face didn’t fade, “Are you talking about yourself? You’re lucky you saw me in this state, or I would have already turned all of you into ashes.” I looked at him from head to foot, “I bet I could still beat you if you’re alone. You coward blood-sucking freak!” Another slap. I tasted blood in my mouth. My lip and cheek had a cut, and it wasn’t healing like it was supposed to.

Even experts would suffer damage to their soul essence if entangled. Mystic Vale did not even lift his eyelids. A black-clad protector beside him understood instantly. Raising his hand, he summoned a black banner engraved with soul-devouring runes. As the banner unfurled, towering black waves surged forth, transforming into countless sharp spiritual blades that swept across the sky of vengeful spirits. The shrill screams came to an abrupt halt. Before the Soul-devouring Flag, those vicious vengeful spirits were as fragile as paper, instantly shredded, devoured, and reduced to the purest spiritual energy, completely absorbed by the banner without the slightest resistance.

"Avril, have some water and calm down. I know you're holding a grudge against me now, but you shouldn't be so rash next time." I didn't accept the cup of water. However, Peggy got burned by the hot water in the cup and ended up splashing the water onto my arm. "Oh! It burns…" The hot water scalded Peggy's finger. Vernon hurriedly led her to the tap and placed her finger under the running water. As for me, I was dressed lightly. The hot water had soaked through my chiffon top, scalding my arm instantly. I went to the restroom to handle the burn on my own. Very quickly, red blisters began forming on my left wrist.

I don't know how I am looking but with the horrid expressions on Alex and Joanna’s I may be looking like a fool and shit. “ E…E…Ezra, H..He…Is W…with…M..Mitchell.” I don't know how I uttered these words as my eyes are closing on their Accord and all I can see is blackness and their voices are absurd. I welcomed the darkness which was calling me and I happily welcomed it and kept falling and falling till I felt peace. “ Ezra Irwin is not only an addiction but also a parasite who will kill you even after you are dead and I hope I have met my death.”

Beginning of Book 2: Journey for the Souls -Soul Eaters. That's what she had called them. They would suck out your soul and leave you a hollowed shell, doomed to walk the earth preying on the living. Hungering for another soul to fill the empty void you had become.

I assured myself as I headed to the bathroom. ... ====°===... Blake returned shortly with fresh clothes and eggs for breakfast. I perceived the smell of pancakes, but I remained in the bathtub soaking myself in warm water. My mind kept racing back to the Shadow Clan, project Jericho and Ashley. I couldn't just forget a chaotic weekend because of a seemingly perfect morning. So I cried silently in the bathtub, with my palm tightened over my lips. I felt guilty for feeling so comfortable after causing a lot of deaths. So I stayed there longer than I should’ve, and I cried some more.

A catastrophic shockwave of pure, unadulterated mate-bond heat detonated at the exact point of contact. It didn't explode outward as a visible spell or an elemental spell-blade. It erupted as an ancient, primal phenomenon, a dormant, triple-bonded soul-fire that had been suppressed, twisted, and starved by eighteen years of black wolf-bane and heavy obedience iron. A blinding flash of violent, white-hot silver light erupted from my wrist.

Blake watched and saw the dream as it played out, and when she awoke with the doctor struggling to retain his Qi from her. “Okay, let’s see, this seems that there are fragments of your memory trying to manifest. But what is the source?” Blake wondered, then it hit him: he had used Soul Serch on one of those men to find out that Henry, Claire’s cousin, had targeted Claire; the Soul holds a person’s memories just as well as the brain, and the chemical works on the brain, did it work on the Soul as well? He had to try and see if he could resurface her past from her Soul. “Claire, can you bring up your Soul?” Blake asked.

The woman behind me, points at me and screams, "He killed her." Scanning the crowd around me, I catch a glimpse of red and look closer. There she stands, the soul eater with her black soulless eyes just smiling at me with that smile that still creeps me out. You would think that it wouldn't after all this time, but it still gives me a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach.

And while his cold gaze was turning the lava inside him into ice floes, it hurt to take the prize from the hand of the man he hadn't shaken his hand before. The lava emitted by the volcano that had just erupted inside had turned into ice. But a small part of smoldering will soon melt and disappear; He felt that the lava would run through his veins, burning all his cells. He didn't know why, but he felt that meeting with this man would be more frequent, and while he felt it, he didn't feel that the smoldering part of the lava spewed by that volcano was above his heart, he knew...