Bleach Zanpakuto Creator Novels & Stories

Meanwhile, Dark Repulser was a sword made of rare material, Crystallite Ingot, created by Lisbeth. These two swords have always been the saviors of Kirito and his friends on their way to the top floor and free from this game. For example, when he defeated The Gleam Eyes on the 74th floor with the Aincrad Liberation Force. Elucidator and Dark Repulsor are also Kirito's final weapons to reveal the true identity of Heathcliff aka Kayaba Akihiko, in this deadly game. 5. Samehada (Naruto)

If he could scare Sebastian and escape safely, he wouldn't care at all about the rest. "An ally? How powerful is this ally? Tell me about it. If I get scared, I might actually let you go!" Sebastian said, smiling coldly. Zephyr swallowed and loosened his tie. He said proudly, "You must have heard of Mr. Tomas Argento from the Sanguis Cult! He's the successor of Yutaria's Blade Slice move!"

he then shakes his head. This Blue Devil still loves to be sarcastic in front of Zitrey. Ox, which just have grasped on their conversation grinned widely, “Oh, you're so familiar with each other. Then I guess... this young man was actually she, the Crimson Blade!” As soon as he uttered Zitrey's old codename, she and Aoi Akuma simultaneously glared at him spookily, eyes reflects a terrifying beast. And shot him instantly, horribly exclaimed, “You know something, you shouldn't have known. Your life is the price of this!”

I screamed. I thrust the purified energy back into him. Zayden’s eyes didn't just glow; they erupted. A halo of white-hot fire surrounded him, his fur turning a brilliant, metallic charcoal. He grabbed the moonlight blade with his bare hand and shattered it like glass. With a final, earth-shaking howl, Zayden lunged. He didn't just strike the Hollow; he obliterated it. A pulse of pure Alpha light disintegrated the shadow-puppet, leaving nothing but a pile of grey ash and the lingering scent of ozone.

My eyelids try to close with all their might, but I resist and slowly manage to open them, although everything is blurry, I see that I am on the ground, lying. When I close and reopen them, Azael's face appears in front of me, watching me with a frown, with his piercings and his black shirt through which his tattoos peek out and spread across his neck. But when I blink again, there is no sign of him. As if it was part of my imagination.

❀° ┄───────╮ Sylphiette ╰───────┄ °❀ “It's funny, right?” Zenya’s snarky voice intruded into my head before the thoughts could settle in. “How people could create something so powerful and useful and then discard it. It doesn't set the right balance,” she said, pressing the blade to my skin, not deep enough to draw blood, but enough to burn my skin.

shouted the man in white. Lili and the others turned to the man who looked panicked. "Why? You're afraid he's dead?" snapped Lili in annoyance. "It's no ordinary liquid, madam." The man said in frustration. Suddenly Aluna Welas's face stiffened, with her hand muscles starting to look bigger, her eyes bulging. "Hurry up, let's get out! I haven't even finished concocting the ingredients perfectly, to control the power that is in the liquid. I just finished testing on animals, and the results are shocking."

-I really…dislike this demon- "Well, whatever your opinion, is it possible to remove the alchemy?" "Possible? Yes, by you or them, no. The only person who can dilute the effects is Daisy." he smiled, "So your time to use it to your advantage is very minimal, but whatever...the next question...was..." -Daisy...- “Let’s see, who am I? I am a demon level mage, Artimus Zentsuji Mosaic. Call me Zen.”

Keagan raised his hand and made a chopping gesture to cut the photograph that could cut through a tree into two halves. Atticus’ gaze changed slightly. “No wonder all the agents I sent over previously were killed. So, it’s because a master-level powerhouse protects you. “I was wondering how the captain of Team Azure Dracon could take out all of them. “It makes total sense if it’s a master-level powerhouse. Their deaths are justified.” Keagan sneered coldly. “You’re a master just like me, so I believe that you’re not a nobody. My name is Keagan Yale. How about you?”

It was forged from something that should not exist—crystallized grief given physical form, quenched in the blood of murdered children, inscribed with names of pack members who died screaming. "This is the Orphanmaker," he said. "Crafted specifically to end bloodlines. One cut, and everyone carrying Richard Silvermoon's blood dies. Not just physically. Retroactively. Erased from every timeline, every reality, every possible existence. I have spent twenty-three years forging this weapon. Learning forbidden magic. Sacrificing my humanity piece by piece. All for this moment." He lunged, not at all three of us, but specifically at Zack's origin point within our unified consciousness.