Eleventh Division Bleach Novels & Stories

she yelled after me. I walked into the kitchen to see Blake standing in front of the sink, his hands soapy up to his forearms as he dipped them back into the sink. He had on a tight white tee that showed off his rippling back muscles as he moved around the kitchen. My tongue darted out to wet my lips and I gulped at the sight. I stalked over to him, making sure to be quiet so he wouldn't notice and grabbed his ass, making him jerk in fright.

Feeling better with the light entering the room, he walked to his new closet and checked it out to mentally note how he was going to be arranging his clothes. He returned to the floor and dug his hands into the suitcase. He transferred about half the contents to his bed and stopped halfway the second his eyes caught a piece of clothing. Getting up as fast as he could, he pulled out the familiar clothing. With eyes widened, he stared at the white hoodie with splattered paint in his hand. “How is this still here?” he muttered to himself, feeling the memories of that day flood back towards him. ‘Come on Blue, I really do want to see you again.’

Something like air leaking from a balloon. His body was torn through from shoulders to thighs and he was pinned to the table completely. At least the spikes distracted him from the burn. They added a new sensation of pain so great, his mind wasn't even capable of comprehending it. He wondered vaguely if he'd gone into shock; if it was even possible for one such as he. He opened his eyes to slits and saw six faces watching with horrified fascination as his blood; his strength, as it were; flowed from his body and through the drain. They all looked exactly as he would have expected; both hungry and disgusted.

“My mom had a flower shop. Of all the flowers, she chose iris to bring home every day and placed it in my room. As annoying as it is, I liked the blue one. Your eyes are blue like an iris flower. They remind me of her.” Her lashes were lighter, almost blonde. It was possible she dyed her hair. She had tiny freckles scattered all over her nose and under her eyes. “Oh?” “Yes. Now, my deal. You can stay and pull that gun away from me or you die.” I pressed a little harder against her neck. “One wrong move, your blood will splatter all over the floor. Since you’re pale, you’ll die in a matter of seconds, Iris.” “You’ll die with me, Colton. That’s a promise.”

He looks like he’s trying to breathe through his mouth and not his nose, leaving me to assume he finds the scent off-putting, too. Tasha nods. “It’s not exactly the same, but it’s similar enough that whatever they’re from are definitely the same species if not the same…things.” She says “things” in a tone that projects both disgust and bewilderment. “Alpha!” I hear Channing call as he approaches with Blake and Serafina. It takes just a moment before I realize he’s carrying a human over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry. “Who do you have there, Channing?” I ask, feeling my mouth go dry and the sensation of my stomach dropping, fearing the answer.

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

My vision flickered and spots of black clouded my sight, but I did not know why. It could not be grief, could it? That would be too humiliating. 'Lana Branch, you really misjudged him, didn't you?'

Cleve stared menacingly at him. There was a series of relentless explosions as purple Divine Thunderbolts fell without stopping. In the blink of an eye, the Ghostly Hands all over the ground had been cleared completely. They were closely connected to Cleve, and the attack on them had injured him severely. As the string of purple Divine Thunderbolts crashed down, Cleve could no longer suppress the churning energy inside him. He spat out a huge mouthful of blood. The onlookers of the battle were frightened out of their wits.

El stifled a groan and turned to Lucas, who looked utterly mortified. "Right, back to class, folks!" The Principle shuffled his chair back as he stood, vaguely gesturing with one arm. They filed out of the office into the main hallway, where the magnolia paint was peeling off the walls in places, revealing a pale green underneath. "Psychiatric green", El had once told her, thought to be a calming colour. Lucas took off down the hall, slamming a locker door as he went. "Well, that's just great," El grumbled.