Death Dealing Bleach Novels & Stories

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.

"What is?" 'Is this a joke?' With Oliviér's bitter attitude she reckoned he was playing a kind of joke on her to get a good laugh. Before she could say something else she was let go off, and he began walking away. "Hours ago a flock of dead bodies were found, the manner of which they were killed points to Bleach." Oliviér stopped at a dilapidated mud building with a wooden door. Elizabeth followed his suit. "Wow, Bleach was here?"

She goes where she has always gone. "I found a ledger," I say, and my voice comes out in the low careful dialect I have learned from listening to her, the register of a woman asking another woman to carry what she cannot carry herself. "In the chapel vault. It has an authorization code for a death that happened two years ago, a death that was ordered from inside this family, and the code matches the payroll sheets I transcribed in my first week. The same block letters. The same purple ink. A single initial." Nonna Carmela taps her forefinger twice on the stone lip of the well.

What are you saying, of course, you are my best friend I always beside you know matter what. Then he is covered in blood and I see the ground turning red and I feel drops of liquid landing on me and I look up. To my horror, I see it's raining blood staining my now trembling body. I look back at him panicked and crying while the entire world is turning red but he just shakes his head sadly crying too. -Honeybee. Roses are red. Violets are blue. I'm dead. And it's all because of you. You are a killer Braze

I could barely think; I lifted her and watched her smile while her blood gushed out of her neck. She didn't stop; it had been a pain to me, but the entire thing was a blur. How she had gotten to the ICU, how she had gotten operated on, I just stood lost in thought until the doctor called for me. And now, they said she'd die… I… I murdered her. She had toxins in her, probably from the last poison play we had, and then she had apparently been downing bleach, once or twice…puked it out for just a bit to reside in her, and then she bled out last night.

I could barely think; I lifted her and watched her smile while her blood gushed out of her neck. She didn't stop; it had been a pain to me, but the entire thing was a blur. How she had gotten to the ICU, how she had gotten operated on, I just stood lost in thought until the doctor called for me. And now, they said she'd die… I… I murdered her. She had toxins in her, probably from the last poison play we had, and then she had apparently been downing bleach, once or twice…puked it out for just a bit to reside in her, and then she bled out last night.

I grabbed the red device and crushed it in my palm. "Hazel... wait..." the real Bryan gasped. His diamond eyes were starting to crack. "If you kill me, the Hive goes into 'Dead Man' mode! The statues will kill everyone in the city!" "Then I’ll just have to kill them first," I whispered. I raised my fist to finish him, but a cold, wet sensation hit the back of my neck. I looked up. The ceiling of the shop was melting. But it wasn't turning into silver liquid. It was turning into black ink. And out of that ink, a hand reached down.

He yelled and walked away angrily, Bryar’s heart started to race and tears filled her eyes, Alex stared at her as she burst into tears and walked away. “I… I didn't mean for that to happen.” He said and Blakeley moved closer to him. “I am going to say this once so listen carefully. I am dead Alex, I died ten years ago in a car explosion, I am dead to you and it should be that way. Blakeley is dead.”

The executioner, exploiting this, closed in with remarkable speed, seizing young Dexter by the neck and delivering a chilling message, "Your father tasked me with ensuring your death is painless, though I'm unsure how to achieve that. This is the best I can offer. Rest in peace, Prince Dexter!" Just as the executioner poised to snap Dexter's neck, Blaze unleashed a scorching beam of light from his hands, directing it fiercely at the executioner's face. The man's face began to liquefy like wax beneath an unrelenting sun. A haunting scream escaped the executioner as searing pain coursed through his body, his hands involuntarily releasing Dexter in a desperate attempt to assuage the torment. He