Bleach Light Novels & Stories

The blade blazed. Light exploded from the dagger—pale blue, bright as a star, brighter than the sun. The light poured into the shadow, filling its cracks, burning away the darkness that held it together. The shadow screamed—a sound that shook the walls, that cracked the bones, that made my ears bleed.

"They're talking about bleach." "Bleach?" Hailey asked, blinking. She was holding a piece of Valerius’s armor like a souvenir. "Like... for laundry?" "Like for germs," Jack corrected grimly. "Initiate Protocol: Ragnarok," the Council voice boomed. The sky shifted. The red clouds that had swirled over Manhattan for days didn't clear up; they solidified. A grid of laser light, pale blue and cold as death, scanned across the city from orbital satellites.

Draven asked stepping forward. I nodded, "Yes." "Aura, are you sure? There was a strange light coming from you," Draven explained as he gently kneeled down in front of me. I cocked my head to the side not quite understanding what he was saying. "Aura, this light was different. It wasn't the same light as usual. This time it was white with a blue hue to it. I haven't ever seen it before." He was looking at me like I may break. I shook my head, I hadn't seen any light. I guess I was just too lost in thought to notice.

The heavy oak double doors were wide open—a deliberate defiance of my privacy parameters—and the sight that met my eyes caused my motor processors to freeze in a total, unmitigated system stall. My pristine, bloodless sanctuary had been subjected to a total chromatic contamination. The sterile white walls of the suite were completely obliterated by a violent, chaotic explosion of brilliant color and intense light. Phoebe had positioned three high-intensity LED ring lights in a tight semi-circle around the floating glass vanity table, their blinding, surgical white halos casting sharp, overlapping shadows that turned the bedroom into a high-octane special effects makeup studio.

She dragged him into the pool in one fierce pull and laughed as he struggled to the surface, laughing as soon as he ran a hand down his face, draining the bits of water from his eyes. "You little villain!" They still kept laughing, the bright lights that came in suddenly halting hers. "Who turned the lights on and who chose the colour? It's beautiful." She gushed. "It comes on in the pool immediately it's seven pm because it's getting dark already and the other small lights around too come on for the same reason. I picked out the colour myself. Midnight blue is cool for evenings." "The whole yard looks so cute. It's like something from a Disney cartoon."

The light's intensity was staggering, piercing through the dimness of the room like a miniature sun. I winced, squinting to protect my eyes from the radiant glow, which seemed to be growing brighter by the second. I glanced over at Raphael, noticing that he, too, was shielding his eyes from the intense light. But before we could even adjust to the glare, the white light suddenly burst outward, exploding into a brilliant, all-encompassing radiance that filled the entire room.

His luxury car drove fast on the highway. Meanwhile, June calmed herself down by soaking in warm water in her bath tub which was quite comfortable. June uses her favorite lavender-scented soap, to calm her down after what happened today. June closed her eyes, enjoying the warmth and solitude. But suddenly, the bathroom light started flickering. June opened her eyes to see what was happening. When June opened her eyes, the lights stopped blinking and remained bright. June took a deep breath, then started to close her eyes again and suddenly she felt the lights flickering again.

“—and they already seen out spot. In just an instance, they all prepared themselves in combat. Saypher with his blade that have a hint of blue. Migo's arrows creating a luminescent red light. Kheina's Claymore with a vibrant brown… In this place that is as dark as my hair, why is it only me who look so lame?!?!?

If I threw the master capacitor switch, the sudden burst of ten thousand lumens of pure white light would instantly blind his optics. “Julian!” I yelled at the top of my lungs, giving him the only warning I could. “Close your eyes!” I didn't wait to see if he heard me. I grabbed the master capacitor handle with both hands and slammed it downward with everything I had. A loud, high-pitched electrical hum filled the room, followed by a sudden, blinding flash of brilliant white light. Long, industrial searchlights hidden in the high ceiling burst open at full power, turning the pitch-black room into a blazing white furnace.

I bent the light, ignoring refraction, ignoring scattering. I pulled the sun underwater. The beam of concentrated solar energy hit me. It hit the kelp wrapped around me. Normal photosynthesis is a gentle process. A plant takes a sip of light and makes energy. I force-fed the kelp a fire hose of light. Overload. The black obsidian leaves turned white instantly. The internal chemistry of the Architect’s plants couldn't handle the influx of pure, unfiltered solar radiation. The water around me began to fizz. Not boiling oxygenating. The kelp was producing oxygen at a rate of 5,000%. The stalks swelled. They blistered. STOP, the Architect screamed in the water. TOO BRIGHT. TOO LOUD. Choke on it,