Bleach Unmasked Novels & Stories

Hose coiled in the corner. My partner was already there. Judging from the mask, I knew it was the same person. But, he was shirtless this time, making his scars more visible under the harsher red light. Another figure stood beside him—smaller, female, masked, wearing latex gloves and a black tank top. No introduction. “Eunice,” he said, his voice lower than before. “You asked for darker.” “I did.”

she asked Brian who was tossing his head thoughtfully. “Sounds unique and ruthless, Sole Survivor?” Brian hummed and tossed his head once more to ponder, “I think I love it. Sole survivor. Defiantly I am going to survive,” Brian said and beat his chest. “So it is a deal,” Eva said and reaffirmed jocularly, sole survivor is the trending, musician now.” She laughed briefly before pulling out the face mask, “Here this is for you. Because, I don’t want you to be known which is also Doctor Bill’s instruction. Your costume will go with a dark face mask. How about that?”

Another had scars painted across her skin in gold. And then Bianca stepped out. Wearing the finale dress. Her body a weapon. Her mouth stitched shut with silver thread. Zara stood at the top of the stairs. Unmasked. Unflinching. And Bianca knelt before her. The audience exploded into applause. No one knew what they’d witnessed. But they knew it changed them. Forever. — Later, Alec found Zara on the rooftop alone. The guests were gone. The rain had started to fall. Zara didn’t move.

The air itself seemed to avoid contact with it. Harley’s eyes widened. “Careful!” she snapped. “That blade is poisoned.” The man smiled beneath the mask, strangely proud of her pointing it out, like he enjoyed the reaction the information brought. “Smart little witch.” Adam stepped in front of me, teeth bared, his whole body thrumming with restrained violence. “If you want him…” His voice dropped into a growl. “You'll have to come through us.” The masked man’s eyes flared. “Gladly.”

14 : "Unmasked" Unmasked 14 Gage. Gage Stockholm. It's really Gage Stockholm. My jaws dropped when he took off the mask. My world stopped when my eyes darted at him. I can't believe that it's him. It's really him. Oh my god I feel like I'm having palpitations.

Tomorrow was supposed to be my engagement party with my fiance, Jason Miller. To surprise him, I flew back a day earlier after spending three long years studying abroad in London. The moment my plane landed, I called him. But he just laughed and casually dropped a bombshell. He had lost a high-stakes poker game, and he had just wagered me off to his friend as a free maid for a month. Before I could even speak, my phone lit up with a notification. He had added me to his wealthy inner-circle group chat. The title was vicious. [Congrats to Marcus on his new ugly maid!] Jason dropped a photo of me, from before I left the country, into the chat. In the picture, my skin was broken out,

I twist the cap off the vial and drain it in one swallow. The taste is awful, like drinking liquid metal mixed with bitter herbs. It burns going down, coating my throat with fire. But almost immediately, I feel the change. My scent disappears. Not just muted like with the blockers I've been using, but gone completely. Like I've been erased from existence. The bond goes silent. The creature in front of us staggers, confusion flickering across its shifting features. "Where—? The marked one, where—?" But it's too late. Whatever was climbing the stairs has reached the top. Footsteps pause outside the doorway.

“You, my beautiful chaotic gremlin, will be… wait for it… a mysterious masked designer.” I blinked. “…You’re joking.” He shook his head dramatically. “Nope. Mask, Mystery and Zero identity. People will beg for a reveal. You’ll never reveal. You will become a legend.” “I don’t want to be a legend.” “You’re already a legend. Have you seen this dress? It could kill a man.” “…Which one?” “Pick any.” I laughed even as It came out weak, it was still a laugh. Brian’s shoulders relaxed when he heard it.

It had turned out Azelie and Nyoka had gotten into a huge fight when they hit twenty, and had never spoken to each other again nor seen each other. She hadn't had the chance to fully stab me, maybe she was too riled up, maybe a small part of her felt bad for trying to kill a five year old, maybe there was a different reason. But she had broken skin, and that area where the blade cut into my flesh became permanently scarred. Typically wolves could heal so well and so fast we didn't scar. But such was the power of wolfsbane. From that point on I avoided ever taking my shirt off around other people besides my immediate family. Even when shifting. If I did take my shirt off while shifting, I mad

Lozano here just chuckled at the both of us. “Now why don’t you kill me like what you said huh? Elexier?” *phone beeps* I punched my steering wheel and I can see that my eyes are slowly forming drops of teras. But I cleared kit right away because I won’t see the roe. I swear! I’m gonna make him pay! Wait for me Amira, I’ll come and save you both!