Bleach Heat The Soul Novels & Stories

Without being told, I knew it was the work of the processor. Gathering the last strength left in me, I dragged my body up and dashed towards him. "Soul collector!" I screamed. Then I watched in amazement as my body glowed silver, the soul sword turned silver, and with one swift slash, I chopped down the leader's head, and blood split on my face and mouth altogether.

White steam erupted from our joined hands, thick as a shroud. "I... am... never... letting... go..." Kaelen’s voice rasped, vibrating through my very bones. I looked up at him through a haze of sapphire tears. His face was contorted in a mask of unimaginable agony. The heat of his soul was being leeched away by my frost, his skin turning a sickly, ashen grey at the points of contact. The Sisters of the Void drifted closer, their grey-dust bodies swirling in the steam. They weren't afraid of the explosion. They were feeding on it.

When Zephyr Khan saw this female soul phantom, his heart suddenly pounded violently. "Leah!" Yes! This phantom was the soul of a Leah! However! At this moment, her Leah, her whole soul, was experiencing incomparably painful torture! Above that soul phantom. Streaks of black power, like black chains, entangled Leah's soul. Among them! One could clearly see that the Leah's soul was being corroded and devoured by the black energy! The pain of one's soul being destroyed was like a knife cutting through one's body!

WARNING: SYSTEMIC OVERRIDE DETECTED. The blue waveform of the Admin spiked on the terminal above my head. Kael’s digital shadow manifested across every screen in the Grand Hall, his white-light eyes wide with a frantic, digitized terror. “Leo, stop!” Kael’s voice boomed through the speakers, the baritone crackling with static. “The Well of Souls is saturated with necrotic silver-salt and the marrow-rot of the Failed. It isn't just water. It’s the liquid remains of every broken core the Council ever harvested.”

"The cold here... it doesn't just freeze the skin. It freezes the soul. You won't just be stopping the Heir. You’ll be erasing yourself." "There is no 'me' left, Silas," Rhea snapped, her teeth chattering so hard she feared they might shatter. She clutched her stomach, where the black crescent scar was throbbing with a sickly, rhythmic violet light. "I can feel him feeding. He’s eating the warmth of my memories. He’s taking the smell of the sun and the feeling of the pack bond and turning them into ash. I’d rather be a statue than his slaughterhouse."

Blue's soul ordered. Hana covered Zeci's eyes with her hand and closed her eyes. "Walk," Blue's soul continued. Hana listened to Blue; only as her footsteps moved forward did Hana find herself back in her room at Scott Hall. Blue's soul sat on the mouth of Blue's pot. Hana looked at the pile of ingredients that had been divided on the table; she said to Blue's soul, "We need to make the most powerful weapon. And I need your help. Is it possible?"

He raised his sickle, and the indigo-black silk began to Engulf the Room. It wasn't a physical attack; it was a Spiritual Leeching. The "Shroud" was playing back the "Extraction of the First Luna," but it was channeling the drain directly into my soul. I felt my "Too Much" energy being pulled from my marrow by a million invisible needles, my fire being "Siphoned" into the sarcophagus to power the very machine that was trying to kill me. "You are not a rebel, Darlene," the Shroud-Lord stated, his static-eyes fixing on mine. "You are just the Latest Refill".

And somehow I want to be reincarnated, yet I don't have a soul so it's not possible. Before I could react, Michael appeared in front of us. "You go to hell, by means of that, you are going to disappear. Poof!" He gestured with a mocking smile. "Like you never existed." "Do you want to wipe us all, vampires?" He nodded. "I am working on erasing your existence and I am going to start with your clan." "Will it end if I kill myself?" "It won't. You have no soul," Syne replied from a distance. "You will disappear and will never go back so you don't dare die until you grow a soul and I can reincarnate you."

I felt the soul connection between us, the very thread that made us one, beginning to fray and tear like wet parchment in a hurricane. The backlash was agonizing. It wasn't a physical pain; it was the sensation of my identity being ripped away, piece by piece. My memories of mother's smile, the scent of the northern pines, and the heat of Kaelen's touch began to flicker as the void pressure reached for the core of my being. Blood began to seep from my nose and ears, a dark, hot reminder of the toll this soul-fusion was taking on my mortal frame. Kaelen's grip on my hands was the only thing keeping me from dissolving into the ether, but I could feel him trembling too, his own silver energy sp

A tree that was green on one side and dead on the other. And he was standing in the middle, trying to hold the leaves on. In the kitchen, Cale stared at the pot of soup. The water was boiling. Bubbles rose to the surface and burst. He held his hand over the steam. He felt it. Heat. Moisture. Pain. It felt... real. But he looked out the window above the sink. The grass in the backyard was brown. Dead. "Entropy," Cale whispered. He gripped the edge of the counter.