Halloween Bleach Novels & Stories

He looks at David, grunts, and tosses him the last heel of sourdough, preserved and re-preserved so many times that it bounces when it lands on the counter. Darrel appears next, two flights down, carrying with him the bright lemony stench of disinfectant: David can tell already that he’s poured half the bottle on his hair for the inaugural bleach. “If I obliterate the pigment, maybe the wolf will just come out white and skittish and leave everyone alone,” he says, which is funny because Darrel’s the only one of the three who’d enjoy the attention.

"Hey, be careful... You should rest. I called your PA and he said you don't have anything important to take care for now so I think you should take a day off. After last night___" Sarah's mood turned sour. "Thanks but I am fine ace..." She said nonchalantly and ran towards her car, Ace was confused by her behavior. Whatever happened last night and whatever she saw, after that she wasn't ready to stay in this mansion. She looked out of the car window and adrenaline rushed in her body when she saw those scary grey orbs which were staring straight in her soul. Xavier was standing in the garden with his gym clothes on and was looking at Sarah like she is his prey.

“I am so sorry, Henry. Extremely sorry!” Realizing that the napkins were not that helpful she picked up a nearby mineral water bottle and poured it on the shirt. She did hear the gasps behind her but who gives a damn! She was animatedly dabbing on the stain but the stain was still there getting worse. “Don’t tell me you are planning to pour a laundry bleach this time on dead meat like me. Are you?” The deep and heavy male voice asked her lashes as her face was tilted down. Very slowly she raised her eyes and saw herself staring into his ocean blue eyes with those familiar longest lashes.

Christopher I stare at myself in the mirror of the downstairs bathroom. I can see the paleness on my face, my eyes bloodshot and hollow, like I haven’t slept in days. Sweat clings to my forehead even though the room feels cold. My hands tremble as I pull on the yellow gloves, the snap echoing in the tiled silence. On the counter beside me are everything Martin told me to get—bleach, water, and a sponge. I grip the edge of the sink, trying to steady myself. This was supposed to be simple, I remind myself.

Xen asked. Carlos shook his head. "No but the moment the ghost enters into this, there's a chemical I put around it that completely sucks the life out of the ghost making it disappear just like vapor." Xen nodded. "I like it. So what is it called?" He asked. "I call it the exterminator," Carlos said as Xen smiled. "Good work." "Xen, I think you'd better come to check this out," Jason called as Xen and the other members joined in.

[Third person’s POV] That Halloween night, Jack, Beth, and Simon made their way over to the witch’s cabin, were they noticed? A White power like substance scattered along the plants and trees. “What is that?” Jack questioned “It’s probably nothing, now come on the cabin is this way,” Simon shouted, stupidly trampling the plants underneath his feet as the power dusted onto their shoes, distributing further up onto their clothes and later travelling through their noses and mouths. “This house is hideous, anyways who’s going to knock,” Simon asked

It's not the corny kind of friendship where we shop and make each other friendship bracelets but it is one with a strong connection. I take a shower to clean myself up. With the events that look place today I never really had the chance to bath or take a shower. After I'm done I take a moment to examine myself in the mirror. You would think with Aurora appearing everywhere I would be scared of my reflection but truth us she doesn't really scare me, she already tried to kill me multiple times and she failed.

I burst through the final barrier into the grand foyer, and a wave of pure, chemical nausea hits me instantly. The air is thick and suffocatingly heavy with the unmistakable, biting odor of industrial bleach and medical antiseptic. It burns the back of my throat, my stomach rolling as my mind flashes back to the image of Stephon’s blood on the stone floor. Cade’s clean-up crew has already been here. They scrubbed the crime scene raw, erasing the syndicate's vulnerability before the elite could smell the copper.

Why should I be the only one hurt? I thought of a way to make Liam pay, a small but satisfying act of revenge kindled at the back of my mind, and when I listened to his door shut I birthed the thought in my soul. Soon I was out —I crept into his bathroom, my heart racing from the fear of being caught. I opened his shampoo bottle and poured in a generous amount of bleach. The thought of his hair tanned to pink brought a dark smile to my face. I smiled sinisterly to myself again, as I turned to leave, I heard his door open.

out of thin air anytime she needed them. She desperately hoped the same would happen this time. The first experience of what they were up against happened the next morning. Seraphine woke up to the sound of commotion coming from outside. She hurriedly threw on her clothes and rushed out of the pack house. People were gathered around, staring, murmuring and pointing at an old woman, Maureen, who seemed to be one of the pack's most respected elders, walking around. Her eyes were completely black, and she had a blank and creepy look on her face as she spoke in a monotone voice that was thicker than possible for a woman, as she kept saying, "The time has come for them to pay for what they have