Bleach Hell Gate Novels & Stories

"The security gate on the day of the college entrance exam." The screen displayed a detailed technical log, along with chat records. "[Jenna]: Increase the voltage on the security gate. Coordinate it with the conductive plate hidden in her shoes. Once she steps on it…" "[Kayla]: Could this kill her?" "[Jenna]: If she dies, she dies. We can say it was an equipment leakage accident. My dad can handle it. She was too stubborn. After all this time, she still did not drop out." The entire auditorium fell dead silent.

Bradley’s face had gone blank and pale, he was fading away. Hex came to my side where I was still staring at the nearly-dead Bradley before proceeding. I looked at Hex and gave him a look and a nod, he then leaped onto Bradley and began devouring him. “Don’t go too fast, Hex, be sure to savor this one,” I recommended to him before making the side door reappear and exiting the garage, discarding my bloodied shirt, and setting it aflame inside my hand. I loved that trick.

I say looking around the run down place. "Why?" he looks confused by my decision, not that I blame him. I usually buy large hotels, enteprises, companies but this place looks hopeless.. "We're moving to Green city." I walk back to the table. "You never told me your name," I have seen that look before. The look of a person who has hit rock bottom. Honestly I am not sure he'll survive without the booze. "Garden White," he says. "Garden, you just made a deal with the devil. Make sure you hold your end of the deal, or else you'll wish you had never met me."

“The day they let a jackass like you past the pearly gates is the day those self-righteous pricks up in Shadow Peak stop looking down their noses at us.” They said a quick goodbye, and by the time Razl was slipping his phone back in his pocket, he’d reached the front of the club. Making his way down the concrete walkway leading to the entrance, he glanced up at the neon sign perched on the roof. The words Heaven and Hell glittered in the twilight with obscene brightness, pulsing like a heartbeat. A fitting name, he thought, walking inside, where a beefy bouncer sat on a black stool just inside the doorway. One quick sniff and Razl knew the guy was one of the Whiteclaw clan. The man drew Razl

She asked and I smirked "Don't you want to go to hell? " "Well.... the gate way to hell is through demon's blood, a demons blood can open the gate way to hell! "I explained simply not going any further Using the demons blood, I drew the sign of the luminatics A circle and a triangle in between I started chanting a spell that would open up the gate Soon, the sign was lighted up with fire and the ground beneath it, went down in flames opening the gateway to hell.....

“I see. You don’t even have a phone so I guess I can expect that much.” ‘A phone?’ Before she could ask Jina what is a phone Jina already started with her explanation. “You see, three months ago those gates started appearing they are like portals of some sort. There are two types of ‘gates’. The first one is a ‘blue gate’. In a blue gate people fight monsters inside. The other one is a ‘red gate’, if people is the one entering a blue gate in the case of a red gate, the monsters are the ones coming out or maybe in their perspective, going in. There are some cases when blue gates turn into red gates. Monsters coming out in a red gate only stop after a whole day or should I say it closes?”

The Gate thrummed like a low, angry heartbeat. PAY THE PRICE OF ENTRY: ONE REGRET. The letters glowed hotter as we drew closer, the red bleeding into the cracked concrete at our feet. “Not ominous at all,” Jax muttered. “Love a door with opinions.” The plaza behind us still stank of burned circuitry and blood. Somewhere farther back, metal clanked—a drone dragging itself over rubble, or something worse. The timer over the poisoned sky ticked down, an invisible pressure against my ribs.

There were many rocks with sharp edges were lying all over the place, and I could hear the boiling of water from somewhere, when my eyes followed the sound, it landed on red hot lava running through a small stream. “Right here, guys!” Helena’s voice snapped my gaze to her, who was standing a little far from us along with the guys. There was this sky-high gate in front of them which looked like it was carved from the mountains, it had this very dark and gothic aura around it. This place looked like a fragment of my imagination.

Taller, older, with cold gray eyes and a scar that ran down the side of his jaw like a warning sign. “Let’s go.” I didn’t hesitate. I stepped out quickly, keeping pace beside him. We didn’t walk the same way I’d come in. The new route was longer, darker, quieter. It twisted through a hallway that smelled faintly of bleach and something metallic. I didn’t ask questions. I didn’t look back. The closer we got to the gate, the tighter my chest became. Then— Light. The outer gates opened with a mechanical groan. I stepped out.

The "Black Bloom" did more than just rewrite the city’s DNA; it rewrote the physics of the war. In the wake of the Great Edit, the Gutter was no longer a collection of rusted tenements. It was a dark, pulsing thicket of obsidian-laced vines that resonated with the frequency of the Aether-Core. The Directorate’s scanners couldn't see the streets anymore; to the satellites in the exosphere, Neo-Tokyo looked like a dead, light-absorbing crater, a "Ghost-City."