Bleach Ulquiorra Quotes Novels & Stories

"Do not touch the bodies, you might cause difficulties for the team tasked with the sensitive details. Careful with your steps, I've noticed you walk like a fucking drugged hyena." The tongue lashing against her began so quickly she was dumbfounded. Someone so handsome and reputable but somehow his tongue was this terrible? Did he have something against her already or was this his everyday attitude? "I presume you have heard of the butcher– Bleach?" He asked, still looking at the bodies around him. She nodded. "Yes, but I do not have insider infor–" "You look…." He glanced at her again, the creases on his forehead deepening. "Not stupid, so the information you have should serve you well for

Quinta was stunned and naturally, he did not get what Lucas was trying to convey. Lucas smiled faintly. "Never believe in what you see because there are times where your eyes might deceive you." His comment made the leader of the Bloody Organization, Quinta, scratch his head, puzzled. "What… what do you mean?" Quinta stared hard at Lucas. Lucas sighed and slowly said, "Nothing. Just come here and let me kill you guys." Quinta and the group of people of the Bloody Organization got exasperated when they heard it. "How dare you behave so arrogantly!"

I replied. "Did you really do that, or were you defeated?" "That’s an insult; I can never be defeated; Brenda dies; the great Alune and many other subjects I didn’t even recognize; it was bloody; I couldn’t watch my subject continue dying," I responded lightly. Aureil hugged me bracingly with a peck on my cheek.

“You’ll need to march the men faster if you want your share of blood next time.” Ralta stared at the younger man, unsure how to respond. “And an epic one it was,” Quintus taunted, his tone far from serious. “If you have a desire to stand face-to-face with abominations that shouldn’t exist but do.” Ralta’s expression grew even more confused.

(Mog’Ull) He said and shouted in a deep tone voice, he was very much in rage as Lucas just drill a bullet hole onto his left hand, that are now bleeding profusely. Despite the given time of them circling each other, he is still not tending to his wounds and let his hand bleed out, whilst still holding on his axe. “People always say that…but at the end of the day..whomever duel with me..always ended up at the bitter end…”. (Lucas)

u are nothing but a little girl. ------------------------------------ I didn't speak cause it's said "action speaks louder than words". I just took one of the knives placed at the sides and slashed it on his chest. I was satisfied when I saw his shorts having a cut line with blood soaking them wet... I was even more satisfied on hearing him scream..... extreme music to my ears. ------------------------------------ GUARD Aghhh...agh Neet Not so strong now....huh where is all the shit calling u spoke about earlier? ------------------------------------

The hum of voices grew louder, punctuated by Scarlett’s sharp retorts. “Fuck you, DeLuca!” she spat, her voice echoing through the hangar. “You’re a coward… A pathetic little man who has to kidnap kids to feel powerful.” DeLuca chuckled, a low, menacing sound. He stepped closer to her, and his shadow loomed over her small frame. “You’ve got your father’s mouth, kid. Shame he’ll never hear it again.” Scarlett glared up at him, her mouth twisted into a smirk. “He’ll find me. And when he does, you’re dead.”

Real. "Close your eyes, Aradaa," Kaelor said. "No." Aradaa gripped the iron sword he still held. "I need to see it." Kaelor stepped over Lucian. He stood over his brother’s head. The purple smoke from the dagger wound was starting to form shapes in the air—vague, screaming faces that smelled of ozone and rot. "I hated you," Kaelor said. His voice was low. Final. "I know," Lucian wheezed. "I hated you too."

Umbra can do better, like a lot better. Recruit young and handsome men. Imagine you get killed, and furthermore to being annihilated, the last face that stares you in the eyes is a man who looks like he was on fire, and someone tries to put it out with a fork. I’d frown my entire way to the afterlife. “Welcome…” the digital voice elbowed me back to reality, and I snapped my gaze from my opponent’s disgusting smirk. Did I say I was going to kill him?

Out of all the things in the world, all I worry about is if the blade is sterilized or free from infections. The fact that the blade almost came out from nowhere didn't freak me at all. But still, I was scared to die so I placed my bloody finger when he made me place It. I gave him back the paper and have Dee pull me out of the place aggressively. "You are a fucking psychopath, Luciano! Take your fucking meds! Fottuto figlio di un urgggg!" {Fucking son of a urggggg!}