Bleach Hell Gate Novels & Stories

My voice broke with panic, my hands scrambling for my blade. “Quick, Eren, torches—now!” Aziz barked. Flint scratched. A torch flared, then another. Uncle Eren shoved one into a wall sconce, the flames casting long, jittering shadows. Then it happened. Our hellblades began to glow. A red pulse, faint at first, then stronger, like a heartbeat shared between them all. The glow shimmered across the stone, reflecting in our eyes. My throat tightened. “Why is it glowing already, I don’t see anything?”

“Because it’s Hades realm and the god of the underworld is Agron’s brother…plus there is the simple fact that most of hell’s foundation is pure black obsidian, enough obsidian to temporarily render her powerless” “Fuck! How do we get to hell?” Jayden had asked. “There are a few gates scattered around the world. But I would have to ask around if anyone has heard anything and also about the location of the gates.” He had said. It took us another three days to come up with a war plan and to also locate the gates of hell. There really wasn’t much of a plan no matter how we went about it. The only one we had was to use the element of surprise.

It was designed to shatter me into nothing. The final was dubbed the Gate of Torment. It was the lowest pit of Hell. Everything was either dead or in a constant state of decay. This was where the things of nightmares truly loved to play. I was their favorite chew toy. Whatever damage I incurred while asleep carried over to my body because it was the marvelous beauty of Hell. The cuts, scars, and damage were permanently etched onto my real body. They were great reminders of my new fucking reality.

He smiles, then ends up giggling in a horrific tone as he drops the name. “Winona?” Somewhat teasing as he came across that name with the tone of a wondering thought and somehow a doubting one. He moves unto the next one, while all along leaving another name that he whispers. “But perhaps, it could be, Pauleen?” ‘Don’t dare to look or temp to see. An evil eye that brought a spear, in death will seek the blood of wickedness and a drop of tear lies the hell of your death.’ Knowing what exactly it is rather than who is depicted by it. Gates flooded inside his mind and the doors that he currently went through are still not enough to see everything and the plan at the very end at hand, yet is bri

The originally flowing Wuia Aura in the surroundings instantly solidified. The black sword and the Helblaze Dragon seemed to sense extreme danger and immediately disentangled. At that moment, the Xaltor Palm descended from the sky, forcefully enveloping both the black sword and the Helblaze Dragon. Boom! A series of continuous explosions erupted as the Xaltor Palm shattered the black sword and the Helblaze Dragon in mid-air. The collision of the three Supernatural Powers sent shockwaves spreading through the entire Gate of Mystery. Amidst the explosive sounds, the gate experienced a seismic upheaval as if countless Tsar Bombas were detonating simultaneously.

In the back of my damn head. The further we drive, the darker it gets. I’m talking pitch black creeping in fast, like someone’s slowly pulling a blanket over the town. I look around and shake my head. “What the fuck is this place, Mark?” I ask, right as we roll up to this huge black gate. And not just any gate. This thing is massive and creepy as hell, with a freaking skull carved dead center. The kind of shit you’d see in horror movies. Mark just stares ahead like it’s nothing. “This... is Moon River.”

But then again, they never thought I’d use their own system to my advantage. The screen fills with information: public reports, news feeds, some personal files buried deep in the system. I scroll through them, quickly noting things that catch my eye. But it’s that one entry that keeps stopping me cold. “Dust Bowl, Arizona: Reports of paranormal activity spike again. A second Hellgate breach suspected.” My heart stops. The Hellgate. Dust Bowl. I know what I need to do. The next big move. The next battle. This is where it all leads. I can’t afford to waste any more time.

I used my trustfund money from my mother to buy the place. 318 started off as an abandoned warehouse by the docks. Now it's the city's most populare nightclub. It's the only nightclub in the city that all paras and mortals alike are welcomed. It's a neutral zone. Everyone knows all their bullshit is left outside at the curb. However, the basement of 318; also known as Hells Gate plays by a different set of rules. The basement houses private invitation only events where you can find any and everything your heart desires. The basement is for the creatures of the underworld only. I don't just mean paranormal creatures. I mean the mortals that live in their own underworld. Tonight the basement i

He simply looked uglier than having eaten a fly. Shelly said, “Sandros, why don’t you look in the mirror? You are too old to become someone else’s father, yet you still want to become someone else’s husband. Do you have the ability? How about this? When the child is born, you will become the child’s godfather. What do you think?” “No! No!” Blaze directly refused. A day later, the group left Ghast City and came to a vast volcanic crater. Blaze said, “This is the entrance to the Hell Tower. I have walked through the first nine floors. I will lead the way! Brother-in-law, I’ll count on you to take care of Kathy.”

They look … empty. “Sorry about that. Do you mind putting down the gun now?” “You promised …” She says, staring directly into my eyes. At that moment, a small breeze picks up and blows up her well-combed long blonde hair. For some reason, the image of her with her hair billowing in the wind reminds me of a blond ghost in a horror movie I watched when I was a teenager. “I beg your pardon?”