Death Dealing Bleach Novels & Stories

Carl pulled her into his arms and said, "Don't cry, Pheebs. Everyone has their own destiny." What bullshit! I didn't believe in that rubbish, yet my fate had played such a huge prank on me. It had turned me into such a harbinger of misfortune. I saw the slight smile on Carl's face. He seemed to be pleased that I was dead. He and the rest of them surrounded my body. Silence descended upon them as they looked at my photo and urn. Gary said grimly, "Holly called me this afternoon and told me she was going to die. She wanted us to have one last meal with her."

Lechen came to a realization of what Raeleigh was about to do and gripped her hand with his bloody hands, pleading, "Don't... kill me, I... ugh..." Raeleigh stabbed the entire sharpened toothbrush into Lechen's ear, and he immediately stopped moving. Staring at the dead man, Raeleigh stood up and took two steps back but quickly pulled the toothbrush out again. Biting her teeth, Raeleigh took the toothbrush into the toilet, mashed it up bit by bit, then flushed it down.

“I’m not going anywhere.” --- We entered the building cautiously, our boots crunching against debris scattered across the floor. The air inside was thick with the smell of decay, and the faint sound of shuffling echoed through the empty halls. Ethan’s team moved with precision, clearing each room as we made our way deeper into the warehouse. I stayed near the center of the group, my heart pounding in my chest as I scanned the area for anything useful. We had just reached the storage area when the first infected appeared. It came out of nowhere, lurching from the shadows with a guttural growl. Ethan reacted instantly, raising his hand and sending a wave of energy crashing into the creature, s

Maya was in the supply room, counting soap, because apparently romance was dead but hygiene had survived and become everyone’s problem. “Bitten?” she asked. “Doesn’t look it.” “Armed?” “Knife. Bad one.” “Intent?” “Mostly desperate.” Maya put down the soap. Then Miles added, “Says his name is Dex Hartley.” For one second, the room became very still. Not outside. Outside kept being outside: wind against corrugated metal, distant dead dragging themselves through streets they no longer had appointments in, someone swearing near the water tanks because gravity remained a bastard.

I didn’t imagine the voice. It was as clear as day, as loud as if she were standing right next to me. And even though my mind is doubting it, my heart knows for a fact that it was her. Except she’s dead. …Right? Or is she “dead” in the same way Headmaster Stroud suspects my father is dead? Meaning, alive somewhere. “Come on,” Alec whispers. He leads the way out of the bush, and we peek around the pool house’s corner. The coast is clear.

Too clean. The scent of bleach hits me first—sharp, chemical, stinging the inside of my nose. Antiseptic lingers heavily behind it, mixing into something cold and clinical. All the blood from earlier? Gone. The mess? Gone. The chaos? Erased so thoroughly you’d think the violence was nothing more than a bad dream. Except it wasn’t. And the two bandaged women in the living room are proof.

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

“But I'm grateful. Elena was an important part of my life, and I will always respect the memories we shared.” Vivian's expression slowly softened. She understood what he was doing. One of the guests who knew me looked at Vivian. “I remember when Elena use to come for shopping. What actually happened to her?” The room became quiet again. Adrian's hand tightened slightly around Vivian's shoulder. “She died,” he answered. The words struck me harder than I expected. Not because I didn't know he believed I was dead. But because he said it so easily. “She died in an accident,” he continued. “It was a painful period for me. I eventually had to move forward.”

I can hear their screams and shouts of both agony and rage making me smile in satisfaction. I'm just glad the whole shop was soundproof. “These would be a good addition to my collection,” I informed him absentmindedly while reaching for the bleach on the cabinet below the table. “This would hurt but you'll live,” I mumble as I washed his wounds with bleach. Scream after scream erupted from his mouth while his body convulsed uncontrollably as the pain intensified. “Pl-please ju-just ki…kil…kill me.” He croaked out in a barely audible voice before passing out.

More days pass and Graves keeps a precise record of how many lashes he has given Elizabeth because he knows that as soon as he hits that 990 mark he has only 10 lashes left and then she is his. The last 10 lashes by Beatrice’s orders had to be done with the whip dipped in their Deaths Door serum. Now this serum is deadly even in the watered-down state that is used, if whipped enough times the consequences can be deadly.