Bleach World Novels & Stories

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.

, Noah looked around himself skeptically, as if he could see through the thick veil of darkness to the entity hiding within. “My name is BLK-043, and I am a highly advanced artificial intelligence working for the World and Soul Management Bureau. You may call me Black.” Black didn’t wait for Noah to respond, “Cradle, the world you used to live in, is but one small world among countless other worlds that exist in this multiverse, all of which are under our management.

I found myself asking almost in a shirk. "Finding interest in her? For what reason?? Because she looked beautiful today?" "Hey.....chill man. Why do you wanna eat me up? I don't understand. Are you...." "Whatever" I cut him off and walked into the bathroom for a shower. * * MARAZONA * * Chloe's Pov: I panicked a bit as I stood with mother and the guards in front of the border. "Hera, are you sure about this? Don't you think we should wait for the priestess to assign the guards?" Mother asked with that worried look on her face.

The rider climbed down, leapt through a window, and entered the building. Finally, face-to-face, everyone could see one another. The rider removed his goggles, revealing an ordinary face. A man in his thirties, with a crew cut, average build—not particularly muscular or thin. He looked plain and completely unremarkable. He scanned the room and smiled. "Hello. My name is Blaize Altman, from 'New World.'" "What?" Geronimo and the others stared, dumbfounded. "New World"? What was that? Blaize feigned realization. "Are there no ability users here?"

She can see Clara, who is watching everything and learning the behavior before the language. She can see Rosa's tenth bowl on the shelf. She can see the smooth ceiling. Forty, in the second life, is not the beginning of the end. It is the place where you can finally see what you built. She sees it. All of it. She chose every piece.

“It will be much like it was at the World’s Fair opening, Evelyn. Simply follow my lead. Can you do that?” Evelyn’s pulse kicked up a notch. Their trip to the World’s Fair had been like visiting an alternate existence. It went beyond simply politely 'familiar'. That had been an imaginary World of Tomorrow where the natural hierarchy and boundaries of wealth and social status had been erased, like the idealized Democracity or the egalitarian Futurama. Where people attracted to one another were free to explore that gift in each other's company without question.

If I stopped typing, the memory of her flat would crawl back up my spine. ​I had used my spare key at 7:00 AM. The air inside her place had smelled wrong not like stale dust or unwashed dishes, but like industrial bleach masking something metallic. Her bookshelves were bare. Not looted, not overturned in a struggle, but deliberately cleared. The hooks where her winter coats usually hung were empty. Even the sticky notes she kept plastered around her desk monitor had been peeled off, leaving faint square outlines in the dust. ​They hadn't just taken her. They had erased her.

When he saw that I didn't believe what he was saying, he stopped speaking and talked about another matter. But there's something I cannot forget, he told me that a time will come, where the earth won't be used as a living habitat anymore. And that time has come now!" Mr Larry explained. "Now to the question, where the beast had all came from. They all came from another world. A world that the researchers and scientist called, The Beast World. Presently, we can't tell you the details of where this world is but be rest assured, we got it all under control.

2nd World. Rose Blair opened her eyes and saw herself standing on a road all alone "AI3 what's the matter?" She asked. "Host! It's a Zombie world. If you are free you should receive the memory and plot of this world" He said and transferred the memories to her. Rose found a place to seat down to receive the Memories This world is an Apocalypse world, it is the time that the virus spread around the world turning humans into a monsters that eats follow humans.

“I made you famous, I made you powerful, I made you rich and invincible and you aren’t even grateful enough to appreciate the times when we worked as a team.” “You made me a beast,” I said in grief. “Now, I’m just a villain in every wolf storybook. The anti-hero to every little wolf-child.” “Stop crying over spilt milk, Blade. There’s nothing you can do anymore, all the efforts you’ve made in the past three years turned out fruitless and when I eventually take control, I would make sure the world never forgets The Ripper.” “I’m sure you’re excited.” I said with a defeated voice.