Death Dealing Bleach Novels & Stories

Quickly she made a call to Rex, one of the members of the lethal squad, the Eagles. " Get your ass over here, we've got an operation to carry out" Came Rex's rude voice before he had disconnected the call. Zia rolled her eyes before she dropped her cell on the bed, she dragged her body to the bathroom. It was in that moment that she immediately remembered the cameras. She took a quick shower before she ran back to her living, her white towel still tied around her wait. She immediately started playing the videos, from the moment she had installed them and focused mainly at the time she had gone to the bathroom after being fed the poison.

Baylee gasps glaring at them “No your wrong, everytime they come we will kill them, every time they try to hurt us we will hurt them more, if they want us they will all die, kill him caden, he deserves to die” With that i allow my heat to slowly penetrate through his throat, his scream is slow and painful as i slowly cook his flesh and clot his blood, i burn all the moisture from his body, his face goes blue as every bit of blood left in his body dries up and dies, he goes limp falling to the ground and dying a slow and painful death. “You ready to get out of here baylee?” “Yes please”

The first thing that appeared on screen was chunks of flesh flying around, and blood splattered everywhere. The video was crystal clear. Every face and every voice was captured perfectly. "This is just a minor accident. Only one person died. You won't lose anything even if you bear the main responsibility…" "One person died, and you call that a minor accident?" In the video, my furious outburst, Bertha's indifference, and Owen's coaxing and tempting Logan were all recorded clearly. According to the influencer, as it was summer break and the campus was empty, she'd gone to shoot some content, pretending to be a student.

Instead, the system gave me a new notification. 'This body will die in three days, so you may return to your original world then.'

Her pain was so vivid that anyone seeing the photo could feel it. I suddenly felt a chill go down my spine. A wave of grief and bitterness swept over me, and I felt like I had died all over again. That day, after getting out of the car, I had fallen into a hunting trap and died on the spot—both lives were lost. I gritted my teeth and looked at Enzo. He stood there looking like he'd been struck by lightning—motionless and not even breathing. He stared hard at that photo, and his eyes gradually became more bloodshot.

It seems their house was the last one left to kill and her blood boiled at the realization that the old people of the town has been murdered. “Well, it seems I finally got my answer,” Kyle said with an evil smile and his eyes fell to the side to see the others whose eyes were filled with horror when they saw the body lying on the floor. Kyle continued, “So after many years, the Blackburn finally resurfaced, but with something interesting. Is it true that one among you is going to bring an end to us? To our immortality?” he questioned.

I don’t know why, but something is rotten in my gut and it’s never wrong. We storm through the building, Roddy’s being the last room at the end of the long ass hallway. The door is locked and Grouch sticks his ear to it, then backs up and kicks it open. The immediate stench of death I know all too well hits my nose and I can’t believe nobody has noticed it. It’s at least fifteen doors from mine. Missile and Grouch storm in, but I can already see the lifeless body of Ryan “Roddy” Grimes on the bed. I step in the room and see a needle sticking right out of his fucking arm. His skin is already discolored, he’s been dead a couple days. And nobody even realized it. Some brotherhood we are.

Under their reprimands, I walked into the operating room without hesitation. Anesthesia was injected into my body. I could clearly feel the cold blade of the scalpel cutting through me. At the same time, the system's final countdown echoed in my ears. "Five… four… three… two… one…" "Host erasure complete." In my next life, I never want to meet them again.

After catching my supposedly frigid wife, Emmy Winslow, aroused by our household robot butler, I swallowed my disgust and sent the machine to a destruction facility. I never expected that decision to cost her life. On the way to chase after the robot, Emmy was involved in a horrific car accident and died at the scene. From that day on, I became notorious in our social circle as the jealous husband who drove his wife to her death. Five years passed. Night after night, I tortured myself by wondering if she would still be alive had I not been so petty over a machine. Until today, while discussing business at a private club, I passed a half-open VIP suite and heard one of Emmy's closest frie

He turned back to look at me. He pointed at a hole, inside I could see the evaporation of green particles bumbling up and would make a sound like something cooking. "This is 13 chemicals mixed together in one piece. It can get you killed in an instant. This is going to destroy every creature out there, and we humans are going to live in peace together." "How do you kill supernatural creatures with this?. Those things don't affect us." I coughed. "Simply add the Camellia of mortality. Enough, get some rest, mm." He said and started walking towards the opening.