Combat Pass Bleach Novels & Stories

Tossing him into the raging fire has Ares howling with vindication. Together we watch as the flames engulf him, Fletcher adding fuel to the fire. The heat and scent of smoldering flesh making my nose twitch. The pungent fragrance will be stuck in there for forever. Once most of the body has burned away, we head back inside. Taking the hose from the wall, I turn the faucet on, watching as red water flows into the drain stuck in the middle of the floor. Gathering the weapons off the table, Fletcher wraps up the unused weaponry, taking the used ones into the other room with the sink. Coming back in, he holds a bottle of bleach and a mop. Handing me the mop, he dumps the contents while I scrub t

A bloody grin spread across his face—the first real smile I’d seen on him in weeks. "Let them come," Caleb said. He adjusted his grip, his ink-black nails digging into my coat. "I’ve got a lot of noise to let out." The front doors of the cathedral blew inward. Two flashbangs detonated, filling the nave with white smoke and high-pitched ringing. "Target sighted!" a voice yelled through a megaphone. "Beta Asset is unstable! Authorize lethal force!" Caleb didn't run. He stepped toward the light, carrying me like a trophy.

I blinked up at him, tears streaming down my cheeks from the sheer effort of breathing. “We need to break the door,” he said, his tone firm but tinged with desperation. I tried to respond, but the words stuck in my throat, replaced by a choked sob. My legs felt like lead, my arms too heavy to lift. “I—I can’t,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. He cursed under his breath, his frustration evident. “Damn it, Leena. You’re not giving up on me.” Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a small bottle and unscrewed the cap. The sharp scent of ammonia hit me instantly, cutting through the fog of wolfsbane. “Breathe,” he ordered, pressing his shirt soaked in the liquid against my face.

His breath stank of cigarettes. "Let me go!" I gagged, struggling hard. The next second, the guy flew two feet back, passing out with a grunt. A familiar, cool scent hit me as someone helped me up. I looked up to see a handsome face, and tears poured out. "You left the party early," he said, his voice deep and soothing. "I got worried and checked the surveillance. I'm sorry I'm late."

Increase the dose. I suck in air too fast. The room tilts. Jeremy catches it on my face. "Adis." "Bleach," I mutter. "There was a room. Clinic room." His good hand grips the back of my neck, grounding me. "Stay here." As if I can do anything else. Boots hammer across concrete. More people now. Familiar scents break through blood and dust. Soap and pine smoke. Amber. Panic hits harder than the shock did.

My father is one warrior you talk to when you leave the pack. Lycaon smiles and nods, entering the room and closing the door. He opens the bag and hands Maribele the bottle of powdered activated charcoal. - What else do you have there? - Probiotic active charcoal. - Perfect. bring hot water and clean towels. Lycaon asks for the remaining things he had already ordered and a pot of boiling water and several clean white bowls are brought. Alone with Reed, Maribela tells Lycaon to get out of her way. She pours the activated charcoal over Reed's wounds, and within seconds, Reed is awake and screaming.

My chest and sternum were also bruised from the pressure of the booted foot. I don't know if I felt any lighter than before. Me and some of my battles from the service used the maze on our off-duty, off-record missions to deal with problems and release some steam. "Yoooo! What's up man? You looked like you've had your head in the toilet and it's been flushed a few times." One of the guys started in on me. "Yeah, doesn't look like he's had a chance to get his dịck wet lately. Still not made up with Vee yet?" Another one chimed in.

he screamed, stepping back. I grabbed the bleach bottle and hit him on the side his head as hard as I could, causing him to step backward. I took advantage of his momentary unbalance as he rubbed his eyes, knowing that I only had a second. I unscrewed the cap from the bleach bottle and threw the contents at him, causing him to scream out in pain as bleach covered his face and hair. I grabbed the broom and, finding sudden strength, rammed my foot into the wooden handle, breaking it in half.

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