Bleach Yuri Novels & Stories

“You’re not meant to be Alpha Ryu.” An outburst of laughter erupted behind me. It was Ryu, and he was hideous, with blood rolling out of his eyes and a silver sword in his hands. I suppose someone had given it to him while Kyle was busy speaking. “I slashed your hand, and you think you’ll survive my sword aura?” He chuckled, his hands on the handle as he swung it towards Kyle. I felt the heat as the air from the blade moved towards Kyle. “So this is Sword Aura.” I murmured, “Is he an elemental?”

Yuri looked at Leah and ran up to her with a wide smile on her face. "Leah Onee-chan." Yuri jumped on Leah. Yuri was half-Japanese because her father was Japanese. Due to her habit and love towards her father's language, Yuri calls Leah Onee-chan...it is used to refer to as a big sister in Japan. Leah finds it very cute when Yuri calls her Onee-chan. "Yuri, where is your mom?" Leah asked while breaking the hug. She cupped the little one's fluffy cheeks. Yuri was half-Japanese but she didn't look Asian at all. In fact, she looked more like Leah.

The horrible smell which filled the room, and the sight of so many sliced-up bodies along with their blood and guts, were more than enough to put anyone off. ‘To think that girl did all this…’ Yuri, who seemed sweet and innocent, was the one who horribly mutilated all the bodies at his command. The shock on his face, when he saw how she summoned a blade out of thin air and easily ended so many human lives, was indescribable. It was puzzling how someone who appeared so sweet and harmless on the surface could switch up so easily and rid many of their lives—in horrible ways for that matter. Yuri had made sure each of the men suffered greatly before they died.

Misha exploded into laughter at the feral look in my eyes. ‘I never would have thought’ he started, shoulders shaking in silent laughter. Shocked, Sasha turned me towards him to inspect my face, panicking at the blood coming from my eyebrow. ‘My ferocious Zayka,’ he said softly ‘let’s go get this cleaned up’. My room was closer so we made our way there. Several people stared at us as we walked through the lobby. ‘What happened?’ Ruth gasped as we entered the room. ‘She was defending my honor’ Sasha mocked, placing me on the bathroom counter. I rolled my eyes at him as he put a cold cloth to my brow causing me to recoil in pain.

When they rinsed off, Yuri pulled her under the water again and kissed her. She laughed as she wiped the excess water from her face then scooted out of the shower and grabbed a towel. After drying off, she got dressed. Yuri watched her the whole time. When she noticed, she frowned. “What are you looking at?” Yuri smiled. “I’m looking at you. You are so beautiful.” Raven blushed and ducked her head. “You’re crazy.” Yuri wrapped his arms around her. “You are very beautiful and I am a lucky man.”

I smiled victoriously on coming up with a perfect excuse to escape. "oh okay." he seemed slightly unbothered. "What's her name anywa-" he dropped a speaker while talking to me. Great! Couldn't expect anything less from the 'God of destruction'. I hurried forward to help him. "Her name is Yuri" That's the best name you could come up with hikari, seriously, I thought to myself. Yuri means a ghost in Japanese, I face palmed myself in my head. "oh Yuri," he giggled a little "pretty name"

he murmured, his lips curving into a lazy smirk that sent a delicious shiver down her spine. Yuria responded with a sultry laugh, her eyes dancing with a dangerous gleam. "You know it is," she purred, leaning in close enough for Caleb to taste the sweet tang of her bubblegum-flavored lip gloss. "The question is, are you man enough to keep up?" Before Caleb could respond, Yuria had slipped away, her hips swaying in a seductive cadence as she walked towards the door. As her palm brushed against the handle, she halted and gave him one more, smoldering glimpse over her shoulder.

It was surreal, like watching someone else succumb to their destiny. The blood that welled forth wasn't red but a deep, tar-like black. The curse. It seemed to mock every iota of ordinary life, even now. I glanced down, seeing Rykor pinning Yuri to the ground, fists raining down with primal fury. Around me, chaos erupted—voices, cries for help, the pounding of feet. But Rykor’s and Yuri’s struggle was all I could see, a clash between my past and what little future I dreamed of.

Ryuou unsheathed a Japanese katana by his side, revealing a gleaming silver blade with rubies and silver dragons adorning the black hilt. Yuri resisted the urge to snarl. Him and his God complex. “You can try.” Yuri stated, readying Odium. “Try to kill me if you can. I am not a Phantom for nothing! And you’ll also do well not to underestimate me!” There was silence for several moments before Ryuou moved forwards with alarming speed and without any warning.

“Since you don’t know what’s best for yourself, I wouldn’t mind killing you right here! “Oh, no! I changed my mind! I’ll cut off every single one of your limbs instead! “And then, I’ll make you watch as I toy with your woman every single day! “Hahaha!” Yuri held his long sword. Immense murderous intent seeped out instantly. All of a sudden, the air got a little colder. Yuri stomped on the floor furiously. Crack! The extravagant-looking marble on the ground cracked into pieces, and a surge of air blasted forward. He then pounced right at Harvey at lightning speed.