Bleach Monster Novels & Stories

Monster: Psychedelic Jellyfish King (Boss) Monster Level: 20 Health: 180,630/220,000 Attack: 400 Defense: 30 Condition: Injured (Poisoned) Skills: Mind Control (High), Tentacle Slam, Constrict, Water Barrage (In water), Devour, Berserk Looking at the Psychedelic jellyfish king's stats, Kirou could only shake his head while looking under the skills section. Because Kirou had to get within seven meters of the monster to see its stats, it's no wonder why Mistake Fox had gotten his minotaur stolen from him. It seems that without prior knowledge, it was impossible to avoid someone falling under the control of that creature. The only saving grace for Mistaken Fox is that he allowed his minotaur to

Without warning, three thousand demonic phantoms began to charge at Thunder Monster and Metallic Bone at a very overwhelming speed. Thunder Monster and Metallic Bone saw the attack and immediately began to feel scared. Never in their wildest dreams would they have thought Lucas would launch such a scary attack. Thunder Monster and Metallic Bone quickly activated their ultimate skills to defend against it. Broom! All of a sudden, the entire building was demolished.

I let my eyes move across the table, watching their silent reactions. “But it’s the vampires that disturb me more,” I continued, voice soft but clear. “The killer used a forbidden method, death by full blood drainage. No tears, no marks of force. Just… empty. And the way the blood was drained wasn’t just to kill, it looked ceremonial. Intentional. As if someone is trying to ascend… or become something, someone, supernatural.” I stopped there, keeping the rest of my findings close to my chest. I didn’t trust them enough to give more. The room had fallen dead silent.

Tomorrow, we sharpened our knives and counted who remained. Malik’s hand brushed the back of my thigh as he climbed the last rise, possessive, tender, and something darker that promised more. He’d saved me. I had saved Scarlett. And if his eyes held that darker edge a little longer than they should have, if his fingers flexed as though they still felt bone giving under them, I didn’t mind. Let them call me a monster, as I returned in blood-soaked rags once again. Another foe dealt with. The monsters are the ones who lose their children and sit down to cry.

One by one, the heads opened their cold, malevolent eyes and grinned with feral malice. My scream shattered into nothingness. I opened my eyes to a stabbing pain in my arm. Yanking up my sleeve, I stared in shock at the words carved into my skin: [[This house has monsters! Every time I'm killed, I'm thrown into a loop and lose all my memories. With each death, I mark my hand.]

“Your stuff’s in the closet. Uniforms, towels, bedding. They measured you from the hospital records. Everything should fit.” I opened the closet door. Rows of black blazers, white shirts, red ties, dark trousers—all in my exact size. The emblem on every breast pocket: the shield, the bat, the single blood-drop tear. Like the school was crying for something it already killed. Fresh towels stacked on the shelf. A pair of black boots on the floor. Even socks. Black, of course. I turned back to the box on the bed, flipped the lid. Inside: a sleek black phone, the BludHeaven logo etched into the back. No brand name, no model number—just the bat and the tear. A charger. A folded note on top.

The monster let out a choked screech as the force blasted it clean across the room, smashing it violently into the stone wall before it dissolved into thin air. The room went completely quiet, save for the sound of my heavy, ragged breathing. Adrian and Lisa both froze, their jaws dropping as they stared at me. The air in the basement was no longer freezing cold; it felt warm, almost summer-like. My hands were trembling violently, and a faint, golden vapor was rising off my skin, slowly fading into the darkness. "What... what was that?" Lisa whispered, her purple shields dropping completely. She looked at the blank stone wall where the monster had just been destroyed, then back to my hands.

“This marks the sixth death in two months. The Council has yet to identify the group calling themselves the ‘Rogue Cell,’ led by the mysterious ‘Monster Queen.’ Fear is gripping the Alpha Elite as the killer continues to bypass the most advanced security systems in Nocturna…” I scoffed and muted the screen. "The Monster Queen. What a ridiculous name." "She’s efficient, Kaelen," Silas reminded me. "No DNA. No footprints. Just bodies." The elevator opened to the penthouse of Lord Aaron, a man who had spent his life hoarding riches and looking down on the weak. Now, he was slumped over his desk, his eyes wide with a terror that had frozen on his face. The room was covered in blood. Whoever did

Natalia snapped. She vaulted over Marcus’s shoulder, using his shield as a launching pad. Mid-air, she spun, her silver energy blade humming a high-frequency death note. She brought the blade down in a brutal, sweeping arc, cleaving through the neck of the monster Marcus had just deflected. The creature's head—solid, crystallized obsidian—thudded loudly onto the marble, its body dissolving into a puddle of inert black sludge. But for every beast that fell, three more stepped out from the shadows of the drainage alcoves.