Death Dealing Bleach Novels & Stories

My face was pale—hollow eyes and afraid. “Dead?” I whispered to myself. I couldn't believe I was dead. But everything here seemed too… real. The air that tastes like iron. The foggy atmosphere that you could barely see your feet. And the smell was like wet wood. Was I really dead? Dead? I shook my head. No… no, no. Dead people don’t panic. Dead people don’t sweat. Dead people don’t… I touched my chest… ba‑dump, ba‑dump… it was there—my heartbeat.

“Good-bye, hijo de puta (Son of a whore). See you in hell.” His brains splattered against the wall as my bullet went through the roof of his mouth and into his skull. The man was dead. Good fucking riddance. I had to go bleach my gun. Luckily, I’d seen some in the bathroom amongst a plethora of cleaning supplies. Then I had to finish searching their room. Deciding nobody wanted to see this disgraceful dead man’s pasty ass, I made sure to cover him in his stupid pants again before throwing him onto the floor of the living room, face down. His blood was slowly seeping through his clothes and onto the floor. I stepped away from him without a backward glance. Next I had to figure out how to deal

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she said with a smile so I nodded. I got off bed and just now, I noticed that I was in a room that was all color white. It's like I'm on television or maybe I'm confined to a mental hospital. This is a little bit creepy. Who is the sane person who would stay in a room where everything is white, right? Isn't it weird? Oh... they are vampires, not humans. I forgot about that. Shantelle's Mother and Grandmother are the only human in her family.

That was the signal for the departure of everyone who watched us as if the show was over. At that point, I could not help but gasp as the transparent liquid went down from my eyes to my cheeks. But before anyone could notice it, I immediately wiped away the tears that welled my eyes. I got up from the trade while still carrying the book. I turned to look back at Hailey and Albus. There, I saw them again. I saw two black shadows behind them. Two grim reapers who would soon take their souls to the other side of the world.

​Chapter : The First Life ​The smell was the first thing that hit me. It wasn’t salt or ozone. It was antiseptic. Bleach. The cold, sterile scent of a beginning I had spent ten lifetimes trying to outrun. ​I blinked, the violet light in my eyes flickering like a dying candle. We weren't on the beach. We weren't in the jungle. We were standing in a high-tech surgical theater, the walls a blinding, seamless white.

The blood had nearly stopped flowing. The position of his right hand was strange; his fingers curled as if trying to grasp something. I crouched down. In his open left hand, written crookedly in blood, was a single word: "Run". 02:14. One minute left. 02:15 came. Nothing happened. I was still alive. "Substitute death successful. Eric Dawson was killed at 2:14 in Parking Lot C. Remaining loop time: 48 hours. "Go to Parking Lot C. There’s something for you."

"] She slowly moved all the thorns in the path and reached the cliff. It was full of light She can see the blood palms being imprinted on the wall clearly. She can hear faint voices from the other side fighting sounds, screams, blood spilling, and skin peeling sounds are being heard clearly. [don't] she closed her eyes and eyes hardly **bang** The sound is large enough for her to hear even with her ears closed. She slowly placed her trembling hands on the 'wall of death and suddenly a shock ran through her body and she fainted. -------- will is walking on the streets looking at all the items being sold, and a necklace caught his eye ... With an octagon-shaped emerald stone fixed in the middl

On the day of our wedding, my fiance's best friend, Penny Lynd, showed me a video, smiling as she said, "Hey, Lydia. I've already educated Aron for you. He's now a real stud, so enjoy!" I felt my breath leaving my lungs as they made love in the video, while Aron Quaker laughed, clapping her shoulder. "Where did you get that AI video? I only took your clothes off that one time." While he was laughing without a care, I felt like I'd just fallen into an abyss. Seeing me lose my cool, Penny laughed out loud too. "There! I knew it would upset Lydia! She's so dumb that she can't even tell that it's an AI video—and a bet's a bet! Starting today, we will be married for three days." It was only t

"Not just this thing. The smell. Under the rot." I've been choking on the rot. I push past it. And there it is. The same wrongness that was carved into the birch. I study the thing we killed. I’ve seen enough dead to know the stages of decomposition. This didn't die Tuesday with a cute phone in its pocket. "It's old," I say. "Been dead a long time." Dax goes still. "The ones going missing," he says slowly. "They're disappearing alive." "Yeah." "So this isn't one of them."