Bleach: Immortal Souls Novels & Stories

In a world where everyone chased immortality like it was the only answer, she learned something quieter—and way more dangerous. Turns out the only thing worth trying to reach… was the heart she’d left burning in her wake. ............................................................................. On the morning the Wen Clan’s eastern wing burned, Wen Lihua, sixteen, lay trapped under a fallen pine beam. Her mourning robes—bright white, now streaked with ash and blood. She still had her hand out, reaching for her mother’s jade tablet. No one bothered to check if she was breathing.

They all looked at me once again, a few of them were still glaring but most of them seemed to be more open to the conversation now and that gave me hope. "Okay, for the sake of everything else I have to reveal, I would appreciate you all to stay quiet. I know what I have to say is hard to accept much less understand but I assure you it's all true," I requested quietly. When no one spoke up I continued. "Now, these things are called soul-eaters and they are literally after our souls. They are collecting them for a daemon which, yes is like a demon but different. Apparently, it has nothing to do with the ultimate being of evil. They are more like a being in possession of dark Magic and this Ma

And without the nagging from his conscience across the table. For the next thirty minutes, they discussed strategy and alternate strategy in case they found themselves with more opponents than expected. Several plans were made, depending on whether their target hunted with the pack or waited somewhere else. Eventually, William was satisfied they had a plan for each possible scenario. They loaded the car down with the usual cache of weapons, making especially sure they had plenty of silver-tipped ammunition. From personal experience, William knew the crippling agony of silver. No immortal could fight with the pain searing through their veins, which was why he used it when he was forced to pla

I said to him and now I looked at the new life flower that is now taller than its dead stalks. Only one day has passed but it has already grown tall. I came closer and I could see his leaf more. I cringe because its leaf is like a leaf, but it is shiny and I notice that the edge of the leaf seems to be gold. I slowly put Sushi down to look at the new life. The leaves are so green and shiny and the edges have a gold-like color and spots. The leaves of the immortal flower are not like this, far away because their leaves were like swords before, but now, they are like swords.

Streaks of lightning as thick as buckets of water surged in the purple cloud. Chu Xun's eyes were indifferent. It was the real Purple Thunder Doom. Purple Thunder Doom -- Punishment from Gods! Purple Thunder Doom -- Destruction! Boom! Boom! Streaks of lightning as thick as buckets tore through the purple clouds like demonic dragons. Then they fell from the sky and causing the earth to tremble. Boom! The blood mist exploded and spread out. The alien Immortal Master was blasted into a mist of blood by the lightning. Even his divine soul was blasted into pieces. Before the mist of blood dispersed, the divine soul was refined by the lightning and transformed into ashes.

She pressed her forehead to mine and whispered words I didn't understand at first. It was a ritual called 'The Soul Forge'. A ritual that could transfer immortality from one person to another. I felt it the moment it happened. Warmth flooded my body, burning away the poison, healing the wound. Power settled into my bones—ancient, terrible, eternal power. I gasped, my eyes flying open. "What did you do?" "I saved you," Annitore whispered. "You're immortal now, Owaine. Nothing can kill you." "No—you can't—" I grabbed her shoulders. "You have to take it back. I can't—"

"As for the second… We will secretly hand over the chief of the Martial Alliance to them." "Fuck!" Edon smacked himself on the lap. "They're out of line!" Chet remained impassive. "That's true, but Hundred Bane Sect made it very clear that the Soulbleeder is one of their finest poisons, and a novelty no one will be able to neutralize. It also spreads through pure vigor, infecting and killing anyone who tries to use pure vigor to remove the molecules."

“Kael touched you once, and you carry the imprint of it like a brand. That's not a normal bond response.” “I didn’t choose it,” I repeated. “But it’s real. They all felt it.” His jaw clenched. “That’s what I’m afraid of.” He finally opened the box. Inside was a small obsidian dagger. Ornate, ancient, and glowing faintly along the blade. I took a step back. “This is a Soul-Cleaver,” he said calmly. “Forged during the old wars. Cuts the soul-bond thread between mates. Kills the connection without killing the person.”

Draco inhaled it like incense. “You smell like her,” he murmured, and the fog around us revealed glimpses of the battlefield. Wolves limped with broken limbs. Witches lay pale and unmoving. Bodies cooled in the dirt. He savored the carnage. “This is what immortality looks like. Loss without consequence.” “Then die,” I whispered. He laughed, and his claws lengthened. “You cannot kill what is already dead.” “You are not dead,” I replied. “You are rotten.” I rushed him.

The ceiling is smooth and even and entirely healed. The second life, fully begun.