Bleach Unmasked Novels & Stories

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!

Parting his lips apart, he spoke out again wanting to go straight to the point after he scoffed at me and I hearing him utter that one word out, parted my lips as fast as I could to speak, but yet again he didn't give a chance to "Revenge not like any kind, revenge filled with bloodshed..." "Who are.... Looking at him right in his masked face, I parted my lips, but before I could finish my sentence, he drops the mysterious guy aura and finally shows me his face... Taking the mask off his face, he became the same one I knew, indeed looking at his face I couldn't help up to grasp as I felt my eyes involuntarily widening open. The masked unknown was truly the same one: The grey eyed Axel Gray t

I sent over mind-link, earning a mental huff in response. As I watched Blakely dance, her eyes never once leaving the crowd, I absentmindedly unfolded my slip of paper, wondering if there were a clue I might’ve missed. Anything to help me identify her would-be attacker. The moment my eyes skimmed the page, a burst of black ink unfurled across its surface. It read: Here is a clue to aid you on your hunt: “Their mask is dark, the blackest of all night, Caging souls who thrash and fight.

Making my way to my room, I slipped into my black tactical shirt, pants, boots and gloves readying to head out to what me and the guys called the maze. Sending a text to Papa and Madre that I was leaving and to let Val know, I jumped into my Subaru WRX and took to the wild terrain of my back yard. The bumps and dips toggled me and loosened up my body so that I could enjoy the hunt. I grabbed my walkie and let out a howl, waiting for a signal to go at any moment. "The motherfūcker is back! You're clear to enter into the game Claymore." The nickname given to me by my brothers in arms was code for battle. I clipped the walkie to my Molle webbed belt and picked up my knives sliding them into the

I gently untied the mask as I breathed deeply, then stood up straight and flashed my fierce look, which would greet everyone once my mask was removed. "Our powerful CEO, Amari Fleur Guevarra," Uncle Franco continued after I had completely removed the mask. I scanned everyone's faces, and they seemed surprised. Uncle's trick is effective. Some loudly commented that it was surprising that the CEO was a woman, but the others were still speechless and stared at me.

I wanted to rip the mask off, to let him see the monster and the woman, and to lose myself in the heat of his embrace. But as his fingers moved toward the silk ribbons at the back of my head, a cold splash of reality hit me. I am a murderer, I reminded myself. I am an impostor in a dead girl's palace. He is a man of the South, a man of secrets. If I let him see me—truly see me—I would lose the only armor I had left. The power of my eyes was my greatest weapon, but my mask was my greatest shield. Just as his fingers brushed the knot of the ribbon, I grabbed his wrist. My grip was unnaturally strong, fueled by the desperation of a cornered animal.

The figure stepped into the doorway like he belonged there. Black armor. Masked. But the way he moved The way he stood Familiar. Too familiar. Kael’s grip tightened on his blade. "Take off the mask," he said. The figure tilted his head slightly, as if amused. Then, slowly, he reached up. And removed it. Rowan swore under his breath. "Of course," he muttered. Kael did not speak. Could not. Because standing in front of them Alive. Unharmed. Smiling like nothing had changed

So I let them be. Then comes the concealer. I dab it over the bruises Massimo left behind. Like erasing fingerprints from a crime scene. I don’t wear heavy makeup. But I enjoy the ritual of it. Tiny acts of controls. So I apply light foundation, a little blush to warm the pale face. And definitely mascara to widen my gaze, fake the softness. I stare at myself in the mirror. Ready. Or at least pretending to be. I slide my feet into a pair of black heels and smooth down the fabric of the dress and take one last look in the mirror. The mask I’m wearing is satin black one with lace trimming, resting beside the jewellery box. I tuck it under my arm and open the door heading downstairs.

Three masked figures burst through the side doors—dressed in Red Web suits, faces hidden behind sleek tech masks. “Get the original alive,” one said. “Kill the rest.” Eve moved first—like a blur of silver and wrath. Chaewon drew her blade.bAnd the room became a bloodbath. It was like a dance choreographed in code. Chaewon and Eve moved as one—slashes synchronized, kicks mirrored, two bodies woven together like strands of fate. One attacker down. Two. Three, but the last one drew something worse, a detonator. Eve lunged. Too late. Boom—The blast took out half the lab.

Naomi stepped back and studied her work. “I’m done,” she said, holding out a blue mask. I frowned. “What’s this for?” “You’re the flavour of the evening,” she explained. “Masks make buyers curious. Mystery sells.” I hesitated before slipping it on. When I looked in the mirror, I barely recognised myself. The woman staring back looked polished, beautiful even, but distant. The blue mask hid half my face, turning me into someone else. “Good luck,” Naomi said softly. “Tonight, your name is Blue.”