Bleach Squad 11 Novels & Stories

I don’t wait for a reply, I turn and walk towards the exit, Carlos following behind, a big grin visible on his face. As we leave the church, the rest of my squad, including my maid of honor, follows behind us. We reach the limo, and we all get in. My Reaper squad are made up of the best trained within the Hernandez clan, there are 3 females and 2 males that make up the unit and besides Carlos they the only other people I trust with my life.

Crack! "Ah!" Rachael frowned. She retracts her body and takes out her spear. Throw it to him using her left hand. He dodges and catches the spear rod before it hits his face. "You're quite tough, huh?" He smirks while Rachael already leans against the small tree on the terrace. Just after he said that. A group of elite squads ambushed them on the terrace. They used a full-equipped bodysuit. They even bring a bazooka with them.

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

the squad leader barked, cutting him off. The squad leader's voice cut through the air, sharp as a knife, before he swung his hand, delivering a stinging slap to Levi's cheek. His face was a mask of frost, his presence chilling the room as he thundered, "Who do you think you are? How dare you insult Mr. Cole? Mr. Cole is General Lynch's friend, making him a VIP at our Drunham City military base! You're really pushing your luck, mouthing off about Mr. Cole. Looking for trouble, are you?"

It was a long walk before we arrived at Squad Building 7, which is where Archer’s assigned squad is located. The building is at least three stories high and designed carefully with thick materials and coatings in case of an emergency. We got inside, and the first thing I saw was the lounge, where a few students were gathered. Most of them are already my seniors. Surprisingly, I see some familiar faces in the room—Anasthasia and Alucard. It seems like I am the last one to arrive because everyone was already looking comfortable in their seats until we arrived. “Sorry, we’re late.” Jackie announces, greeting the other members in the room. “We have some matters that need attending to because of