Bleach Zanpakuto Creator Novels & Stories

Both of them should be enough to put an end to his evilness. Yet, it was her; it was her who was to face the monstrosity of her own blood. Only one reason made sense to her then, only one, and it didn’t even give her satisfaction. The Supreme Council might have thought it better for two Sylvanias to finally put an end to their clan. They themselves have the ability to do so, but they didn’t want to stain their hands with filth. So, who’d be more fitting to do the dirty work? Of course, no other than Z, the wielder whose other name was not known, the Reaper, the crown of peace, and the wielder who, as a child, has already committed a crime of murdering her own kin.

The soul eater sits on the floor, covered in blood and something else that I don't recognize until I open the door further and step in. Looking down, I see a disemboweled baby torn to shreds. It's in so many pieces that I can't even tell for sure what it is, except for the baby bottle half buried in the blood and intestines. Suddenly, the smell hits me and I have to bend over as I lose my supper. Sandwich spraying everywhere, even on the soul eater. She looks up at me and smiles while holding an arm bone and then begins gnawing on it.

------ Rank 1000 : Creed Gryffon Origin : Clanless Combat Style : Unregistered Description : Batch-43, Cadet of the Internatory Glitch Armed Services. A reckless 17 years old Glitch hunter who blatantly challenged and fought the envoy of the Alliance itself and stood his ground. The alliance considered him to be an esteemed donor of a premium Soul Armas. His most recognizable feat is the unrestrained slaughter of more than 5000 ghoul on the Pandemonium all by himself using unknown twin blade proficiency. Title : The Ghoul Reaper

Stab! The future alpha of Cheong pack baffled when he found Noah was holding the tip of his sword, ‘What? I thought he’s dead!’ but what he found more shocking, even after his power was boosted by his father’s potion, he still couldn't defeat Noah’s strength, ‘how come this bastard be this strong?’ Hyukjin’s face became red as he tried to use all of his power to push his sword down to plunge into Noah’s heart. But before he managed to do it, his cousin's eyes suddenly opened and it became flaring blue, “do you want to know about the sacred tear, cousin?” Noah sneered, as his black hair gradually turned white.

I mentioned, then, I thumbed up at him. “I was just reserving this trump card of mine, but now, there’s no holding back anymore. It’s now the perfect time to test the might of this Zodiac Union,” he uttered. I nodded at him. Then, I guess this is also a rampage for us. There is no stopping me now. I called my celestial weapon too and transformed it into a black katana, a Japanese kind of sword I used to see on animes and I coated with a condensed dark energy coming Mammon.

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.

“He was the one in possession of the Gazemel blade! How did he come in contact with it? Renetha gave it to him, Renetha did it!“ Zoe said “This Gazemel blade, what is the mystery behind it?“ “It's for the light bearer, only the light bearer can use it!“ “If the blade can only be used by the light bearer, how come he was able to use it to poison Kyle?“ “Does that mean he is the light bearer?“ Chloe panicked “That's Impossible!“ "Impossible?" "Yes, it's impossible" "Then give a better explanation on how he was able to use it!" Chloe said Tbc…

Where the threads of destiny become unbreakable chains. Alpha Elric, the venerable elder who had watched over every Luna ceremony for the past three decades, his face a map of ancient wisdom, stepped forward. In his gnarled hand, he held the ceremonial blade—an obsidian dagger, wickedly sharp, its hilt wrapped in intricate silver ivy, blessed by the Moon Goddess herself. Its dark surface seemed to absorb the moonlight, a silent, potent tool of destiny.

It looked dangerous… sacred… and strangely familiar. “The Blade of Tenebris,” I murmured, recalling the words I’d once tried so hard to forget. “It cuts not flesh, but spirit. A single strike leaves enemies hollow, their will severed. It was quenched in the Void during the First Apex War. Every wielder leaves behind a fragment of their soul.”