Death Dealing Bleach Novels & Stories

He told him. "Ohh now it makes sense. Enzo must have put me under a spell that I forgot everything. Saint put me asleep. And in the morning when I was scared, Zee calmed me down. And wait, Max can read minds. Oh no. Am dead. Oh god". He held his head and Stephen laughed. "And what power do you have"? "Well as a vampire we have the power of lightning speed. But Blaze is different. Being Alpha, Blaze has the power to heal. Himself and others too. Even if someone has a fatal wound, Blaze can heal it quickly". He explained and Callum felt his eyes can’t be wide anymore.

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

Rhino asked and then Pedro, who was putting on a sky blue shirt that was almost covered completely by his black coat rose up from his seat. Taking off his dark shades that obscured his face he started speaking. “He speaks the truth. The Blue-death is aware of project Armageddon and that's the real reason he killed Kingpin and he isn't planning on stopping there," he said then reached for the inside pocket of his coat and brought out an envelope and inside the envelope were horrifying pictures of corpses with mutilated body parts. “What's this?" Rhino looked disgusted and horrified. Elijah took over from where his friend Pedro stopped. “Hand work of the blue-death, Marcel. I was lucky to walk

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."

"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."

There was a moment of silence before another waitress screamed and the police and medical team came crashing on the café. Cleo stood and wiped the blood on her cheeks with the back of her hand, and announced "I shall go to the bathroom." She washed her face with clean hands and she realized it was never hard than with tainted blood. The only person who could do such a bold thing just to summoned her demon was no other than Misha, the bold character who has a childish personality but a deadly soul. She would kill without hesitation, she enjoyed killing. She thought killing is fun. "Looking stupid, Blanche."

He let out a weak smile knowing he now had a lead and he stood up and left his office. The murder of Aaron George was still a fresh topic on everyone's lips when the mysterious killer struck again,this time it was a top elite businessman and the owner of a pharmaceutical company called Ramson pharmaceuticals. Mr Ramson was found dead in a park with similar stab wounds with that of the former victim. Awhite, partially bloody rose was placed on his chest, his dull eyes widely open, he was dressed in a cooperate wear with a white long-sleeved shirt. Visitors who came to the park found him the next morning and alerted the police.