Bleach: Immortal Souls Novels & Stories

“Imagine, please, that you receive a private message “would you like to come together and destroy a small village, or maybe spread a small black plague. It has become an app for very strong and bored supernatural beings looking for each other. Many miss the days when mortals fell on their faces in awe of our power. When human sacrifice was taken for granted. Remember that tsunami a couple of years ago? It was a BM couple having too much fun." "BM?" I looked around the bar, but no one needed me. "Immortal Match. The death toll was too high. They're closed." Meg's eyes also flickered to the other patrons. "Where is your demon? I thought he was supposed to be here to guard you?"

Despite that, Balaro stood up, roaring with surprise and unwillingness as he approached Chad step by step! "What's written in Rowan's Worldly Medicine? What's the Absolute Heaven Pass' secret? Why did the Tri Purity Palace's ancestors ascend when the Mystic arts were established rather than becoming earthbound immortals? Does the immortal realm truly exist? My Hanako—did she go there?" Balaro asked one question after another, but Chad looked on coldly as the runes on Balaro's body slowly devoured his flesh and skin. The runes eventually burned Balaro's flesh and skin away, leaving behind a snow-white skeleton.

“Insolence!” “Impudent!” “Arrogant child, you’re asking for death!” Seeing Andrius still so defiant, the seven experts were instantly furious and roared, starting to attack. “Immortal Punisher: Destroy!” The withered lips of the First Grand Elder parted as he spoke. At those words, dazzling auroras immediately came from the sky, carrying a destructive aura as if to sever the heavens and earth. It was a true immortal art! Generally speaking, immortal arts require immortal essence to activate. However, with the support of the immortal bones, they were only one step away from the true Immortal Path. They could finally activate this move, though not as powerful.

Her eyes, shimmering with unshed tears, locked onto his, searching for a glimmer of understanding. Taking a deep breath, Fleur steadied herself. "I'm not like everyone else," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I'm an Immortal, Zeeb. I've lived for hundreds of years, carrying the weight of secrets and watching the world change around me." Zeeb's eyes widened with a mix of shock and confusion. "An Immortal?" he repeated, his voice laced with disbelief. "But how...?"

Those who had been eager to fight earlier now had no courage left to fight Xiao Meiyin's group. As they retreated, Xiao Meiyin, who was floating in the sky, played music, and at that moment, thousands of lights like needles floated in the blood-filled night sky. With a wave of her hand, the thousands of lights flew towards the group fleeing the battlefield. The lights were like rain falling to the earth; wherever they hid, they would still be hit by the raindrops. And the difference with these falling lights was that they did not destroy their bodies or wet their clothes. They instantly eliminated all their souls without the pain of losing their lives normally. Those below the immortal realm

Leaning down, he took Marley from Absinthe’s arms and turned away. “What are you doing?” I asked, ready to fight his Lord for his human. “Settle down Rhayden, I’m not going to hurt her. She has become immune to your serum—I will use mine.”

It reminded him of a bear in a forest. Ulkiniki. "Aegis..." the man drawled, as a child would when pronouncing a word for the first time, and his breath smelled of death and decay. "...Immortal..." Sethlzaar collected himself, awoken by the smell and pain. Black sparks flew from the point where veils met club, and the man regarded him. The weight of the club reduced. It was but for a fraction of a time, and Sethlzaar took advantage. He shoved his enemy back.

As red as crimson and as deadly as a plague, the name of the immortal sword was Limitless. Limitless could not be broken, neither could it be dented. It required no maintenance like regular blades, and didn’t require the nourishing of the soul like other soul weapons. It was a sword that was as unusual as its origins; and it was the one used by the Heavenly Demon.

Suddenly from the bloody punch, the punch wrapped inside flew back, not pointing, stabbing the Ghost Scene Female General's palm. This attack is delicate and subtle, and all directions are magical, even if it is under the attack of Asura God, they will instantly win back the immortality. But at this moment, Ghost Scene Female General's two pupils suddenly emerged a deep purple light. The fluorescent purple irises are gentle, the spirit is illusory, the light image has not yet arrived, it is illusory into hundreds of billion shades. In the middle, Haunt Uncle only felt depressed spirit, chaotic mind, almost indistinguishable from six senses.

"You're safe now." Aqua's vision blurred as the exhaustion and emotional toll overwhelmed her. Before she lost consciousness, she felt a gentle touch on her forehead, Aunt Cleo's magic weaving a protective spell around her. When she awoke the next morning in Cleo's home, the memory of the night before was a fragmented blur. Aunt Cleo had taken away the worst of it, sparing her the trauma of remembering how she had killed her attackers with dark magic.