Bleach Vol 21 Novels & Stories

I clench my fists, determined to prove her wrong. As she turns to leave, a wicked grin playing on her lips, she pauses and looks back at me. “One last thing, Xavie listens to me. We don’t want him to change his mind about you now, do we, Luna?” she sneers, chucking the bleach at me. My heart sinks as I realise the lid isn’t on the bleach, and it pours over me, burning my skin and ruining what’s left of my dress. I bite my trembling lower lip, vowing not to let her break me.

I hope she is ok. Ebony’s POV I nod to Blake and Bleiz who fight with me, side by side. No matter what we are mates and we will protect one another. Bleiz has found it in his heart to forgive me and Blake for pushing him out, almost abandoning him without the love he deserves. We separate from the main bulk of the fight, slaying as many vampires in the process as possible. I love watching their bodies catch fire and burn to ash. It makes me all warm and cosy inside. I can smell the witches on the breeze. Their fear will lead us straight to them.

“So, it’s started, huh.” Tried as he might to just lie around there and let deaths unfold, the ground was rather shaking so hard he’s being nauseated. Sighing, he shuffled on his feet and made his way outside, and what a sight was to behold. A stupendous burst of light took his eyes by surprise. It took him a lot of blinking to be used to the blinding rays and, there, right on the spot where Blame’s operation had taken place, aglow such a giant mushroom-shaped cloud of yellow-white smoke, the upper column of it forming such malice of a face that made his heart drum.

Countless roaring ghosts erupted from the black pattern, clashing against the white beam of light. The ghostly shadows gradually faded and turned into black light, which intertwined with Jim’s white light. The beams of light constantly drained the power from the two duelists. The battle had reached its final stage. Jim’s complexion was ghastly pale, and Ren was sweating profusely across him.

A white rose lay on the floor dripping with blood. A small, shiny blade lay beside it. A beautiful object in such a terrible and painful condition. The blood stain on it did not hide it's immaculate and beautiful nature. She puffed smoke in the air and took a sip of the liquor beside her, as she glared at the bleeding rose with sad and anguish filled eyes, it told a lot about her and her agony. She was as beautiful as the rose in front of her.

Vlad said, then she heard heavy footsteps getting closer…no, there was another person behind her, she could feel his presence as well and then she could hear Vlad slowly approaching her as well… . She tired to keep her breathing under control, she tried to push done those images and memories that kept flashing in her mind. Rain brought her hand down and looked at it. Blood. It was her blood on her fingers… The red color, there was no mistaking it... It was happening again, she knew what would come next... He would grab her hair. Vlad grabbed her hair and pulled it back till her eyes met his, she could feel strands of her hair pulling out from his tight grip and it made her eyes water.

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!

I can hear their screams and shouts of both agony and rage making me smile in satisfaction. I'm just glad the whole shop was soundproof. “These would be a good addition to my collection,” I informed him absentmindedly while reaching for the bleach on the cabinet below the table. “This would hurt but you'll live,” I mumble as I washed his wounds with bleach. Scream after scream erupted from his mouth while his body convulsed uncontrollably as the pain intensified. “Pl-please ju-just ki…kil…kill me.” He croaked out in a barely audible voice before passing out.

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

“Here. Eat.” I accepted the fruit and looked at him as he get another one. When he bit it, I bit on it too, imitating what he’s doing. We ate silently and I didn’t hear any noise except the creaking sound of the night and the crunchy fruits while we were munching. “What’s your name?” Do real vampires have names? He stopped on his track to look at me before averting it away like he’s getting burned by my gaze. “Prin-,” he shook his head. “Dash Slaughtrus Vandelion.”