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?”

Lexa tried not to blush but it was difficult when he looked at her with his toxic emerald eyes. "Can we just go?" "That means you're not mad anymore?" "You make it difficult for me to ever stay mad at you!" He held her waist and pecked her. "You know I love you, right?" "You make me doubt it sometimes." Elliot was about to say something when something else got his tongue. Lexa noticed he froze and turned to what he was looking at. It was THE GATE. It was an abandoned golden gate with seaweeds covering most of it and brown moss aided the seaweeds in doing so. The gate stood tall and the gaps between the poles was enough for a child suffering from muscle atrophy to fit in.

“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 little did Calleb know that the monster named Luther intended to kill him as well. The Gatekeeper managed to peek into Luther’s corrupted soul. Yet, he remained silent and did not do or say anything to help Calleb. For they are neither friends or foe. He’s just a messenger, and that was his only mission. For he wasn’t interested to help, and now, “I’ll take my leave, for this is not my fight.” The Gatekeeper said with a nonchalant smile. He turned to Calleb and said, “Farewell son of Bathal and Galathea, now… take this knife.” The Gatekeeper opened a portal and took the Black Blade from an infinite dimension and tossed this to Calleb’s direction.

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