Novel & Cerita Bleach Soul

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.

A white rose lay on the floor dripping with blood. A small, shiny blade lay beside it. A beautiful object in such a terrible and painful condition. The blood stain on it did not hide it's immaculate and beautiful nature. She puffed smoke in the air and took a sip of the liquor beside her, as she glared at the bleeding rose with sad and anguish filled eyes, it told a lot about her and her agony. She was as beautiful as the rose in front of her.

As I got close to Blake's cottage, I activated my X-ray vision and could see him inside, looking out the window as if he was expecting me. Without warning, I burst through the door with my bike and pulled out my blade, ready to defend myself. But as soon as I entered, Blake lunged at me with a fierce intensity. He was clearly prepared for my arrival. I didn't hesitate. I swung my blade with all my might, the weapon dipped in wolf's bane. It connected with Blake's chest, just above his heart, and he fell to the ground with a thud. “Listen to me Blake, wolf's bane is moving slowly toward your heart as we speak. You'll be dead in the next 5 minutes.”

' This could only mean one thing, Sia has regained her memories and lost her soul in the process' ################

"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.

My fate was sealed—and they would make sure I never forgot it. So much so, that when a moan escaped my lips, Pavel resumed his movements, sending another shockwave into my soaked core. The force of it knocked the breath out of me. Alexei didn’t hesitate, following suit and filling me at the same time. My body tensed, caught between two storms—one fierce, the other lethally controlled. They moved in sync, an inhuman rhythm that dragged me past the brink of sanity as they took me, touching every inch of my exposed skin.

Blood trickled down the corners of his lips when he opened his mouth. There was a scar on his lower back, mirroring the one I had from my surgery.

Like a distant chord struck in my bones. Lazriel inhales sharply. “Now,” he whispers. The air above the hare shimmers. Barely visible, but I see it. A thread of silver-white and trembling, lifting from the small, still body. It dawns on me then it’s the soul. Caelan curses softly under his breath. Lazriel moves fast. His fingers slice through the air, pulling unseen strands from his own power and weaving them toward that rising thread. The dungeon temperature drops instantly. Frost creeps across the stone near the ritual circle.

The ceiling is smooth and even and entirely healed. The second life, fully begun.