Death Dealing Bleach Novels & Stories

If she ever found out the truth and blamed the wrong person, would she regret how she had treated me? I was shivering and gasping for air. My legs gave out beneath me, and I dropped to my knees. A sharp pain shot through my stomach, and then another mouthful of blood. But this time, it was different—the blood was black. I remembered what the healer once told me—if I ever vomited black blood, that would be the end. So, was this it for me? If my parents heard I had died, would they feel even a little bit sad? I fought to stay conscious, blinking through the blur as my vision began to dim. I could barely see my parents' retreating figures.

In this family, no matter how hard I worked, I was always the loser. "Here, Jasmine, have some cake too. Emma left a small piece." My throat tightened. I could only nod weakly. Maybe if I gave them everything, they would finally talk to me with a smile. I held back my tears. I wondered… When they found out I was dead, when they learned what Emma had done, would they still be smiling? Would they feel even the slightest bit of regret? I discharged myself and went home. David White, my husband, and our daughter, Betty White, were making handmade chocolates, and an apple pie was baking in the oven.

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.

Something that could wipe humanity off the map. “The ones who survive… are becoming… something else,” I murmured under my breath, barely able to believe it. “Zombies,” I whispered. The word hung in the air. Rebecca shuddered. “I can’t believe it. It’s happening so fast. What do we do?” “We study it,” I said firmly, more to myself than to her. “I need to get to the bottom of this. We need samples, data, whatever we can get our hands on.”

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.

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.

If this was Death, he was quite pretty; sharp cheekbones, elegant long nose, and lips that looked like they were kissed by roses. "Why are you here?" he had asked, and as he moved, Cecilia saw the faintest glint of metal. His scythe that he kept strapped to his back. She had never known if he ever used it as a weapon; Cecilia had gathered very little information about him whilst searching for ways to find Death without dying. "I want to make an easy deal with you." she said, pulling out a rolled up piece of paper with straggles of ink on it. Death walked to her, his steps silent as he took the rolled up paper and read through it. When he looked back at her, the hood fell off, and he looked s

Hybrid Corpse Seeker Preferred method to eliminate the assigned duties of Death. Can only be destroyed by a crossbow arrow to the thorax or sword through the spinal cord. Usually in the form of a Banshee. Rated 90% in kill success. "Did you learn any weaponry during my prison years," I asked him curiously and he stared at me with an open mouth. I shook my head and patted his back. "I'll teach you how to fire a medieval crossbow, I know how to sword fight already," I mumbled confidently. Rai looked at me and frowned.