Bleach: Shattered Blade Novels & Stories

Leo didn’t argue — not because he agreed — but because he had never seen Killian Thorne this wrecked. This human. “She’s strong,” Leo offered carefully. “Stronger than before.” Killian’s bitter laugh echoed through the suite. “She always was,” he whispered, running a hand through his disheveled hair. “I was too blind to see it.” His mind echoed with memories — her tear-filled eyes when he accused her… the way she stood broken, yet dignified, when she left him… the silence she left behind. He poured himself another drink — but didn’t take a sip.

He activated the spiritual energy within him, gathering it on his Thunder Blade. The Thunder Blade gleamed with a cold light, and a crimson hue appeared on the blade. "Crazy Blade Strike!" A sharp and fierce blood-red blade light cut through the air, flashing through the moonlit woods. Just as the blade light was about to touch Sebastian's body, a semi-transparent shield appeared in front of him. Clang! When the blade light struck the shield, the shield dissipated, and the blade light was also neutralized. Sebastian was unharmed, showing no signs of damage.

He let out an ear-splitting scream and spun around, the red hair on his head seeming more vibrant in his rage. I quickly pulled out more ammunition and shoved another shell into the gun before firing again. This time the pellets splattered his skull. Small circles indented his head and neck, crushed into his brain. The ashy skin looked like sand as it nearly dissolved into the ground. I lowered my smoking gun and took a deep breath, looking at Blake's dead body in front of me. His eyes were glossed over and face nearly indistinguishable. I know I should feel relieved about killing him. I mean, he's followed me around and tried to kill me for the last few months. But all I felt when I looked

I'm not enough. Just as I think I'm going to shatter from the strain, I feel it—Kael, reaching through the bond. Not taking. Not devouring. Supporting. His curse intertwines with my gift, shadow and light becoming something new. Something balanced. And together, we channel the power into one devastating strike. The silver light becomes a spear, solid and deadly, and it lances through the air to pierce the massive Voidrake through its chest. The creature lets out a final, echoing cry before it dissolves into ash and light. The remaining Voidrakes scatter, fleeing back into the clouds. And then the power fades, and I collapse. Strong arms catch me before I hit the ground. Kael, his face pale a

Adyant had dropped the call and with that Veda was again left alone in the world of colors and darkness. Veda stood frozen, her phone still pressed to her ear. The woman's voice haunted her. "Adyant, baby...". Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes. The echoes of her broken heart lingered in the darkest of the night as moon faded away in the veil of clouds, leaving only whispers of ruin and a tale of shattered heart behind. She felt cheap. Used. A mere convenience for Adyant. The art studio, once her sanctuary, now seemed suffocating and dark.

Nadia’s hands flew. “What happened?” I dropped beside her. “The second compound,” she said, tense. “It’s reacting to the treatment. I didn’t expect this.” Her hands didn’t stop. “Hold him still. Both hands, shoulders. If he moves, this gets worse.” I grabbed Damien’s shoulders and held tight. He was burning up. Skin like fire under my hands. Eyes open but unfocused. The shaking was so rough I had to brace, and I kept my grip, eyes on Nadia, never Damien’s face. I couldn’t afford that.

The unexpected motion made me stumble to the side, and the blue liquid flew past my head, splattering against the wall behind me. The distraction cost me. My concentration broke, and the dark energy holding the infected woman dissipated. She lunged forward and slammed into me, driving me to the ground. My head hit the floor, and my vision blurred. The infected woman's mouth opened wide again, and I saw the blue liquid gathering in the back of her throat. She was about to spit on me again. I did not have time to think. I drew my fist back and punched her upward, slamming her jaw shut. Her head snapped back before she could spit.

“Bloodied Blade: Crazed Cut of the Blade King!” With a furious bellow Mane announced the name of his technique. It wasn’t to anyone in particular. It was more like a declaration of what he was going to do. He intended to crash the foe before him with absolute force. The lightning around his blades screamed even louder as they became more destructive. The Bloodied Blade Series was so much more destructive than the Prideful Sword Series. So much so that Mane had been able to pick up just one technique from it so far. And when used in conjunction with an element of mass destruction like lightning, its effects were catastrophic. As the swords reached Camila, the temperature of the blades caused

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.