Bleach: Immortal Souls Novels & Stories

The impact cracked through the air like thunder. His shell split open under the force of both Hellblades. Cancer’s smug grin vanished. His scream echoed through the arena before his body shattered, breaking into obsidian dust that scattered into the dark water.

I grabbed by her arm pulling her toward the house. "Kora? What's wrong?" She starts to whimper. I didn't realize how tight I was pulling her." Kora, your hurting my arm." As I was trying to get her to move faster, I felt a sharp pain to the back of my head. I came to pretty fast, just to see ten nonhumans like creatures surrounding us. If I had to guess, I would think they were demons. They were dark with black hair and red eyes. Their teeth were sharp, and they were growling with hatred. I held onto Bianca trying to reassure her that we were going to be fine while she sat there crying. My wolf became angry wanting to protect her. I had to shut her out before she causes more trouble than goo

Beads of sweat run down his forehead, and he’s turned pale. “When they were talking in the courtyard…” He licks his lips. “I heard something I didn’t understand then, but I do now.” “What? What is it?” And does he seriously think we have time to stop and have a conversation right now? The new wave of Silver Hunters is probably already in the main building. They’ll reach the pool house in no time at all, and I don’t have what it takes to defeat that many of them. “It’s an old relic.” Alec grabs my shoulder. “It’s all powerful. If they get their hands on it, nothing can stop them. I thought… I thought it was just a legend, that it wasn’t real.”

I didn’t know how to explain it, so I just said, “He is a murderer.” “Well, he is the Immortal King. What did you expect?” Lena now said and I looked at her confused like she thought it was normal for someone to kill someone else. “I think what Lena is trying to say is, that the immortals are known for their brutality and force. I know you haven’t been raised to know their ways and I think you need to see it from an immortal’s point of view as normal.” Aunt Beverly said but she had no clue what I witnessed before my eyes or the fact of what happened because of his actions.

It seemed like his hair reverted back to it's original state, a glittering dark blue hair. Looks like his soul separation was successful. He sighed in relief and smiled gratefully. Soul Separation is a process of afterlife, or to be more precise, a mode of world transgressions. It could happen in two ways, death and the mythical class spell, Spirit Pierce. The difference of these two conditions are apparent. Soul separation after death is unreturnable while Soul Separation after Spirit Pierce is returnable. Usually after a few minutes of Spirit Pierce, the process of Soul Separation will undergo automatically.

The gene, made the man sitting next to her, scratch her skin hard and he did and it made her skin bleed but it was healed as soon as it was scratched. She immediately, placed her hands over her cheeks but that was of no use now. Hadius had already seen what he shown by the gene. He knew what kind of person holds that kind of power. A devilish smile crept on his lips and now he knew what he should do in order to get that immortal life even after his death. He wasn't scared of the death anymore cause he knew what can make him immortal now. He had ordered, the gene to take away his soul before Briada would take it away.

“Please take me now. I beg you.” Having satisfied his thirst for blood, the immortal Viking laid under the heavens and prayed that the gods from his past life would be kind and wipe him off the face of the Earth. With no answer from the puppet masters above him, Haldir braced his chest against the pain with his hand then pushed himself up with his other. Haldir stood up and claimed his knife from Mitchell’s chest and wiped it off on his expensive designer parka. With the fire inside extinguished, the bitter arctic wind clenched Haldir’s heart and his freezing hands fumbled to sheath the blade.

We stopped at a tall, arched doorway carved with more ancient designs. Inside was a narrow office smelling faintly of parchment and candle wax. Behind the desk sat a man who looked… normal. Brown hair, plain grey coat, reading glasses perched on his nose. Until he looked up. His eyes were pure black, no whites at all, I stifled a sharp breath of air. “Mr. Bardos,” he said to Davorin, his voice low but carrying. “And… your guest.” “Neemah,” I said, forcing my chin up.

He contemplated briefly as he gazed upon the fused chaotic peach trees within his Small Thousand Worlds. "Even though I've consolidated all the major forces and resources in the Bleurealm, the Longevity Alliance has yet to produce a true immortal..." Severin could not afford to remain idle in such a scenario, as it would be difficult for Bleurealm to face the convergence with the Celestial Realm without a strong foundation. With determination, he plucked a spiritual root that exuded the divine light of chaos from the chaotic peach tree.

I whispered as he looked around the clearing. His vision lacked color, like the early mornings before the sunrise. All souls have different auras. Some white, pure, while some black, dark. This is how he spots them, through their auras. I smirked when his vision settles on a white figure, shaped as a woman. She stood a few steps before us, supposedly a few feet away from where her house was. "You did well Ghost." I praised as the figure stood still with no lack of confidence. "You are no match for me Ester! Not when the blood of the immortal is in my veins. You are nothing compared to me!" I roared and began chanting as I focused on the barrier around the clearing. It was strong but so was I