Death Dealing Bleach Novels & Stories

My blows were so strong, vicious, and fierce that I could feel blood splashing on my face as my sword came into contact with their bodies, cutting them into two. Besides me, I saw the processor thrusting a gagged rock into the hearts of two soldiers who were trying to attack me from behind. I wheeled back in the same motion, then cut their heads with my sword. A loud yelling caught my attention. I spun back and saw three soldiers running towards me. "Soul killer Smith!" I yell involuntarily. I don't know how it happened, but the name just crossed my mind, and I suspected that it was the work of the soul nectar. Something like a luminary appears out of nowhere and covers the three soldiers at

Dean had paid for it with his life, and he, Marcus, was lucky to escape with his life. The blacksmith stared out of the window of the moving bus before proceeding to spit outside. He was on his way to his parents where he would stay out of the reach of the demonic boy and the accursed house till things calmed down a little. After all, he had heard how Jason’s little witch brother was killed. The boy would be out for vengeance. That was one thing he could not deal with. He still remembered the day his wife traveled and he was in Jill’s apartment. Nobody was supposed to be home, not one. But the fool had come to Jill’s apartment, pushed open the damn without knocking, saw them naked and at eac

When our whole family saw the death timer for my sister will end on her sixteenth birthday, she became the most important person in the family. She suddenly took priority in everything, from food to dresses, and even bedtime stories. I felt for her, but I was also jealous that she was given everything. However, a day before her sixteenth birthday, my parents locked me up in the storeroom in fear that I would make a mess of things. I kept hammering the door, crying, "Mom, let me out! I'm having a fever, and my head hurts!" Mom didn't believe me. "Just stop! Your sister will die in just a day, and you're playing sick to gain our sympathy?! Don't you understand anything?!" "No…" I tried m

All that remained was the journey forward into the darkness, the memories of Haley weighing heavy on our hearts with every step. ◤━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━◥ A P L A Y E R H A S B E E N E L I M I N A T E D ───※ · Student No. 2- Haley Bennett · ※─── ⌧ Team : The Shattered Gladiators ⌧ Role : The Chainblader ⌧ House Represented : Stonemaskers ⌧ Death Location : The Lustro's Enigma ⌧ Death Time & Day : 3: 33 P.M, 3rd Day

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”

“Are we murdering each other now or after the poison’s done?” “I vote now,” Damon said cheerfully, stirring his solution clockwise. “At least then I can use your corpses for necro-practice.” Kael ignored them and turned back to me. “Put the deathshade in after the hawthorn bark or it neutralizes. Basic logic.” I leaned back, arms crossed. “And yet you still nearly blew your eyebrows off last time. Must be the deathshade reacting to your personality.” “That’s rich coming from a mystery stray who shows up out of nowhere and fights like a trained assassin.” He snorted.

She was gasping and panting hard. She took her eyes over Celia and saw Tessa with a sly smile on her face. "That assh*le" She purred. Celia grunted and cracked her mother's neck. She died instantly and threw Celia threw her away on the floor. Many zombies went around her and started smelling her but she was dead and her blood wasn't pure so they all began to scatter again, all around leaving the two zombies facing each other. "Now, I guess it's time I kill you" Celia muttered.

At least Blood Night Pack wanted to give me a very easy death compared to what I was seeing. They were planning on poisoning me. It wasn't that painless but at least it was much better than whatever happened here. Whoever killed this person took their time, meticulously. Who knows if they did it here in the basement or was it done somewhere else? I couldn't see any splatter of blood but there was this awful smell of bleach that had been poured all over the floor and even after many years I suppose, it had mixed with the pungent smell of blood and rotten flesh.

Was life even worth living? Tears rolled down my cheeks as I reflected on the past few weeks. "I can't do this anymore!" My voice bounced off the walls of the bathroom. After looking around for a moment, I reached out to the small shelf. I pulled off the large bottle of bleach on the bottom. I uncapped it. After looking at the clear liquid for a brief moment, I brought the bottle to my lips and drew my head back.

“Oh, the usual. I thought I’d use one of those blade thingies first. After that I might shoot you just to make certain you’ll stay down.” He looked away, struggling not to burst out laughing. If she was trying to best him by humor, she was certainly winning. Even the soldiers in the background were grinning. “Blade thingies?” The terminology for the Haunt’s cherished Blue Death was so ridiculous it was a wonder he could contain himself.