Combat Pass Bleach Novels & Stories

He remembered her words and without any thought, he darted out of the roots of the tree. Alex watched in calm as Weaver opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted when the motion of a red blur shot out from underneath the slightly uprooted roots of a tree. Weaver was about to give chase but was stopped by Alex, who gently bit down on his tail. "Do not give chase." Alex said firmly and Weaver pulled his ears to his head but nodded while looking into the direction the red blur had run in.

“/Daylight in three, two, one-/ God of the Day, grant your light! So mote it be!” As the wave of dark-clothed, fanged figures fall upon us, a flood of brilliant light meets them. It sends many of them squealing and wheeling backwards, only to face the misty grey ranks of figures that now mass beyond them. Warriors with weapons drawn, the flailing hooves of a huge black horse and the sweep of it’s rider’s rapier, and the snarling form of a mighty, ghostly hound. The few vampires who were protected with sunglasses and masks, or who escape the ghosts by turning again, are hit by a cone of water from the large plastic blaster Tala has pulled from her bag. There is the hiss of a quenched furnace.

From its belly, a familiar figure emerged, Blanche, dressed in her signature white tactical gear, silver visor gleaming. “You called, lovebird?” she said in her clipped British accent. Julian grinned through the blood. “I need a miracle.” “You always do.” She handed him a case. “The EMP you requested. You’ve got sixty seconds. Then it wipes every neural drive within range.” He ran. Back in the Hall Alma stood over ARES, panting. He bled from the corner of his mouth, but his smile had returned. “You’re stronger than I expected.” “No,” she said. “I’m just finally awake.”

Taking a nervous breath I step over it, as I do the salt, the mountain ash and the glue burns to a crisp, breaking the barrier and allowing us to leave. But just as I look up to smile at Baylee I hear a gun go of, my heart freezes in fear as a small bullet flies across the room hitting the purple barrier surrounding Baylee, i hold my breath as it bounces of the purple glow and it hits me in the chest, the metal melts immediately but my temper rises.

[Loaf of bread *1: refills stamina; holds off hunger for 20 hours—8 points. [Valenex *1: stops bleeding; eases pain on contact—20 points.] She scrolled to weapons and found every kind of firearm imaginable, some with extra damage or improved accuracy. Each one looked amazing, but the prices were steep. She only had 26 points. Hayley eyed the shop and found herself looking forward to the next raid on her territory. Her monitor then beeped again. She walked to the computer and watched the dusk settle outside. Several large vehicles had pulled up just beyond her camera range. Infrared showed a group climbing out and clearing the nearby zombies.

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.

Byron laughed. "In that condition? Stop bluffing!" Said Byron. I finally saw an opening, i threw myself inside quickly then fell to the floor. "Ouch!" The room had white walls, and shelves filled with pills,medical tools and cleaning chemicals. I grabbed a bottle of bleach and waited for the guards to enter. "She is in here,hurry!" Said the first guard, making his entrance.

My eyes widened as I saw Achilles, lying on the floor looking in extreme pain, his hand on his chest and coughing aggressively. I ran over to him immediately. My breath quickened. “God–Achilles, what—what…” I looked at a bottle of bleach kept beside him. Gasping, I stood up and ran around to find water. Picking up a one-litre bottle, I rushed back and forcefully put the bottle in his mouth. He opened his mouth and started drinking it. “Oh god, Y-You’re gonna be fine,” I whispered, not knowing what else to say before getting up and calling 911 immediately.

I burst through the final barrier into the grand foyer, and a wave of pure, chemical nausea hits me instantly. The air is thick and suffocatingly heavy with the unmistakable, biting odor of industrial bleach and medical antiseptic. It burns the back of my throat, my stomach rolling as my mind flashes back to the image of Stephon’s blood on the stone floor. Cade’s clean-up crew has already been here. They scrubbed the crime scene raw, erasing the syndicate's vulnerability before the elite could smell the copper.

His startled scream follows me to the table where I wipe the excess blood from my hands. There's a bottle of water and a decanter filled with scotch with glasses beside it. I fill up a glass with scotch and take a few sips before placing it back on the table. Stooping to get the bleach from the ground, I turn back to Kostas who is finally silent and trying to breathe through the waves of pain. Kneeling to my art on his leg, I open the bottle, the smell sharp enough to sting even through the air. I tilt the bottle watching the clear liquid as it trickles before becoming a steady stream moving through his wounds. Kostas jerks as the bleach eats into the cut tissue letting out gasps of pain.