Bleach Hell Gate Novels & Stories

"Hmmmmm," "Feel this? Sooner or any minute or hours, this would go down and drill your ass hard till it bleeds. Mind you, it would take me hours before I bust so, get ready and be used to it. This will be the only dick that will fuck you till eternity, Keatton. If any dick would then prepare yourself the same as the guy who'll put his dick inside you. My torture room is open for anyone and they can cry there for mercy but no one will show or give to them,"

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.

Gladly I took his fluffy lips on mine, as we kissed the oblivion. The plan was set. Gina will open the portal to the Hellgate, where Felix and I had to walk in upon the hellfire. Though a fire would not affect Felix as he is a vampire, I was still a witch. Gin said it would hurt me, but my powers would protect me from the lethal damage.

Just the storm outside and the low growl of a blacked-out SUV idling at the emergency entrance. Rain lashed the windows as we climbed the coast road. The university gates appeared through the downpour—wrought iron twisted into roses and bats, glowing faintly crimson against the black cliffs. Beyond them, BludHeaven rose like a cathedral someone had carved out of midnight: spires, arched windows, stone walls that looked old enough to remember when vampires still ruled the night unchallenged. The driver glanced at me in the rearview mirror. “Welcome to BludHeaven, Nico Black. Try not to die on the first night. The queens hate when their new toys break too soon.”

He looked at the pillar of his father’s ghost, then raised his hand. “Shatter,” Kaelen commanded. The pillar exploded into a million shards of harmless glass. The Gate of the First Abandonment groaned, the massive obsidian archway beginning to swing open. A blast of cold, violet-scented air rushed out from the darkness beyond. Kaelen slumped toward me, and I caught him, my red-gold scales cooling just enough to keep from burning him. He leaned his head against my shoulder, his breathing heavy and ragged.

Dozens of black motorcycles were parked in neat rows outside a sprawling, warehouse-like building. A glowing neon sign above the metal doors buzzed loudly: Hellhounds MC. Gabriel killed the engine. The sudden silence from the bike was instantly replaced by the thumping bass of rock music pounding from inside the building. The smell of exhaust, cheap beer, and stale cigarette smoke hung thick in the air. “Get off.” he said. I unwrapped my stiff arms from his waist and clumsily climbed off the bike. My legs felt like jelly. My knees and hands were still throbbing with fresh pain but the unfamiliar surroundings kept me moving.

When he got to where I was, he held out the tool for me to see clearly "Please." I continued struggling against the bindings desperately. When he reached out to grab my arm, I suddenly froze, closing my eyes and turning my face away. "You Thompsons have heartlessly killed so many of our kind. You killed even those who never killed a human for centuries. You've tortured us and hunted us like Prey." Venom dripped from his voice. The darkness in his eyes intensified as he trailed the knife over my skin teasingly. I couldn't stop trembling in utter terror.

Massive waves crashed against jagged rocks below while storm clouds churned overhead. Lightning illuminated the horizon. Not white lightning. Silver. The same silver that lived inside the gates. The same silver that flowed through my blood. A city stood beneath the cliff. Ancient. Enormous. Half submerged beneath the sea. Its towers rose from the water like the bones of something long dead. And at the center stood another gate. The Third Gate. Larger than Blackthorn's. Larger than the desert gate. Its surface glowed beneath the storm while hundreds of figures moved around it.

, Liam ordered as the man in black, dragged a group of chains, which brought out a doorway. * * * * * * Beneath the passage door, was a bar, where all groups of people gathered, from Lupines to Vampires from vampires to humans and the likes, "How is this possible? ", Asher asked, he didn't understand it, they had heard the myths of Vampires, but he had never seen one in his entire, century of years living in the werewolves world. "In Hilda world, anything is possible. ". Blanco said, Blanco that was the name of the gatekeeper and surprisingly, the owner of the place. "Let's party folks. ".

The world spun. She hit stone—hard, unyielding. Her shoulder screamed in pain. The ruin they’d once seen from afar now loomed around them, jagged arches rising like ribs of a dead god. Between them pulsed the glow: a gate, vast and veiled, its light crimson, its surface trembling like the skin of a heartbeat. The Gate of Ashes. But the Tribunal had no intention of letting them reach it unscathed.