Gerard Valkyrie Bleach Novels & Stories

I asked and he shook his head. "I can't heal others. Zephyrine was the only one gifted by the gods to heal others. I only can heal myself." He explained. "Okay, and one more thing..." I started. I only concluded this myself, but... "It seems that there is a vengeance spirit in this village. It resides in this place." I said as Zale slightly heal my wound without me saying anything. “What?! A vengeance spirit? But why?” Neven asked. I shrugged, just because I don’t know either.

A male deep voice. It’s Ares. “Valeria!” he yells for me. “Valeria, get away from her!”

I shook my head and prepared myself to be the best fake mate he could ever have. “Well, someone tried to steal my victory, the smell of my mate is none of my concern that time,” I said before biting my lower lip, making them laugh again. “That's silly! No wonder the Alpha King is in a good mood today!” William chuckled so he earned smacks on the head by Arnold and James. We all stopped after hearing the chairs creak a bit when they moved. My eyes stared from the back and saw that Giovanni was approaching us before offering his hands. “Giovanni Malford from the Cloud Pack. A pleasure to meet you again, Valkyrie Behati.” He firmly stated. I was anxious about shaking his hands but decided to do

I gritted. He raised an eyebrow. "Yes, love." Love. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Stop calling me that. Actually—don't—but still stop. What's happening, again? I kept my eyes narrowed at him, ignoring how fast my heart was beating. "You're evil. Cruel bastard." He laughed. "Am I? You did it first, Bloom." I rolled my eyes playfully, grabbing a napkin off the counter and wiping my now sticky and cold face.

She did not understand why the Chief had said that. A pair of red eyes looked down at her shorter frame. "You will be a part of the Private Bleach case. I assume you have heard of Bleach." Her throat became drier and itchier than it already was. B-Bleach? The Legendary Greatest Swordsman? The Mysterious Werewolf Butcher? Amongst Commonerfolks, Bleach was some kind of twisted hero, a Vigilante that would rid the world of the diseases that were Werewolves.

Then the glass broke, Alexander felt the shards cut through his skin and get stuck in his flesh but he didn’t flinch…instead the pain helped him to stay clear headed because at some point, all he could see was red. “This…Cullen,” surprisingly his voice still worked, even though he sounded like a man that was about to go on a fucking rampage. “He had blue eyes?” Yuki inhaled deeply, “Yes, he did,” Alexander brought down the phone from his ear and searched for the first picture of Sergio he saw online. He sent the picture to Yuki and heard her gasp from the other line. “Is that him?” “Yes!” Alexander chuckled darkly, his eyes already clouded with blood lust.

The High Council Executioner stood amidst the rotting, petrified fungal stalks of Sector 0.1, looking entirely like a creature from another dimension. His immaculate, high-collared white-and-gold trench coat did not belong in the damp, freezing dark. He did not sink into the mud. He did not shiver. He was Valerius, a Falcon-Class Rank 6, and he carried the lethal, sanitized perfection of the Mid-Aerie down into the graveyard of the world.

The memories of the borderlands, the hunts, the bloodshed—they all blurred into the background. Only the blade remained. Steel. Control. Focus. He spun the sword once and brought it down in a clean strike that would have split a skull from crown to jaw. The sound echoed softly across the courtyard. Then— “You train early.” The voice came from behind him. Deep. Smooth. Ancient. Adrian froze instantly. His instincts reacted before his thoughts did. He turned and dropped to one knee. “My king.” King Vaelreth stood near the entrance of the courtyard, his dark cloak stirring slightly in the cold morning wind.

“Orien, my Lord.” “Orien. The light bringer. Ironic name. You served Toran’s sister... what was her name again?... Uhm… Vic?” “Lady Valkyrie.” “Ah, that one,” Valoreth pointed. “You lured her out, knowing her brother was about to kill her. You're quite the devious guard, don’t you think?” Orien remained silent, wondering if Valoreth was drunk or mentally unstable. But Lycans never got drunk... so it had to be the latter.