Bleach The Almighty Novels & Stories

The matchbox followed in its wake and, shaking the box to confirm a match still remained, he drew it out and struck it against the side. A flare of rich sulphurous light erupted across the room. “Damn blinding light.” Lips pinched at the corners in irritation despite the cool wash of relief through his tight chest. Gerfast cupped a palm around the tentative flame and lowered it to the candle. Damn the kid for ruining my day. Damn these goddamn corpses always stinking up the place. The darkness be damned as well. Perhaps the plague’s appearance was well-timed. A cleansing of filth. A baptism of the damned.

I’ll be coming for him tomorrow Jason can have another day off. As we are wiping down the mat I notice a group of men deep in discussion still hanging about, scars trail up their arms to their shirt sleeves. A handful even have them on their faces. They must be Blood Moon pack warriors. No one else has warriors that tall, large, and ruthless. Dad clears his throat and I get back to our task at hand and help him carry the mat inside. Once put away we head home. I wave goodbye to Hudson and Bailey and walk with dad.

But Amelia could sense that this was the source of the corruption, the entity they had come to face. Summoning the strength within her, she raised her weapon high, channeling the energy of the amulet she still carried. The amulet hummed with power, resonating with the purity of her intentions. Amelia unleashed a powerful blast of light towards the heart of the storm, piercing through the darkness with unyielding force. For a moment, the world stood still, consumed by an eerie silence. Amelia watched as her blast of light collided with the heart of the storm, piercing its darkness with blinding radiance. In that moment, a deafening roar filled the air, as if the very fabric of reality had bee

Somehow, all those years of ancient, dusty wisdom shot through the silver and into her, all at once. That’s when things went nuclear. Pure, blinding power shot through the altar, ripping through every dark corner. The Keeper and his little creeps screamed as the magic burned centuries of filth right out of their bones, like karma on fast-forward. Lyra yelled, “The altar! If it busts while it’s still all charged up...” Aldric’s face went grim. “Boom. Cleanses everyone for miles. If your brother’s still got any of that poison in him, he goes up with the rest.”

Flee this place, escape this world of betrayal. I turned and ran without direction, but my distress caused me to stumble over exposed roots and fall heavily. Alex approached with concern etched on his features. "Jenna, are you injured? Tell me where it hurts." I silently pushed his hand away, lowering my head as tears fell without restraint. Carrick stepped forward, shoving Alex aside. "Contemptible Alpha! You disgrace our rank!" Alex appeared genuinely confused, glancing between the female beside him and his distraught Luna before sudden understanding dawned.

“It’s…nice to see you.” “Why are you all…blue?” “Well, you’re all grey,” Anton snaps back, gesturing towards Blythe’s ghost form. Blythe gasps and looks down at himself, horror coming into his eyes. “Blythe, it’s okay –“ I say in a rush, reaching for him again. “Hi, Blythe,” Faiza says, stepping forward authoritatively and pitching her voice louder than mine. “My name is Faiza, I’m a priestess of the Goddess of Life, just here in my official capacity letting you know that you’re super dead.”

"Yeah, they are so cute... Look how beautiful your room is looking with the decoration." Damon covered his face when he sneezed. "I am allergic to them, Mira... Remove them now!" He ordered. She suppressed her evil grin. "Ohh, I didn't know... I am sorry, I'll throw them away..." He frowned at her over worried face which was obviously fake. "I won't keep anything in this room which you won't like... After all I am your obedient wife!" She grabbed the flowers to throw them but she accidentally slapped the flowers on his chest and the small particles got spread in the air, Damon sneezed again when he inhaled it.

From its belly, a familiar figure emerged, Blanche, dressed in her signature white tactical gear, silver visor gleaming. “You called, lovebird?” she said in her clipped British accent. Julian grinned through the blood. “I need a miracle.” “You always do.” She handed him a case. “The EMP you requested. You’ve got sixty seconds. Then it wipes every neural drive within range.” He ran. Back in the Hall Alma stood over ARES, panting. He bled from the corner of his mouth, but his smile had returned. “You’re stronger than I expected.” “No,” she said. “I’m just finally awake.”

Liquidation is absolute. ​"The Apex Bloom is entering its third phase," Franco announced, his voice dropping into a lethal register. "The physical trials are over. The psychological games are over. Phase Three is total, unmitigated betrayal." ​The heavy steel doors that led back to the living quarters slammed shut with a deafening boom. Red emergency lights bathed the room in a bloody, pulsing glow.

Every time it beat, it sent a shockwave of Ruin-power through the Heir’s grip. "Rhea... I can't... keep... it in..." Micah gasped, his skin turning a translucent, ghostly white. "Just a little longer, Micah!" Rhea pleaded, her own vision starting to go dark. "Don't let it go yet!" The Heir let out a final, bone-chilling shriek that shook the roots of the world. Its body erupted in a massive, localized explosion of violet smoke and silver sparks. The force of the blast threw Rhea backward, her body slamming into the petrified trunk of the tree with a sickening thud.