Hollow Evolution Bleach Novels & Stories

The old witch drew her blade slowly down leaving a trail of thick blood. When she pulled the knife back a gaping hole was still in Celeste side. That’s when I realized the blade must be made of platinum because she wasn’t healing quickly. Hildegarde reached her hand inside the hole; Celeste cringed but still remained still. When she took her bloody hand out, inside it was a rugged shaped crystal. It shined and thumped magnificently, as if it were alive. Celeste wound closed and she picked up the sleeping baby. The intensity was so high I thought I could feel it. No this is something else. I clutched my stomach as an uncomfortable knot formed there. What the hell? Turning to face Helia, her g

She stood taller than her fear, the Hollow’s power flowing through her veins. “I didn’t.” The reflection snarled. “Then I’ll unmake you myself.” The Hollow trembled. The spiral buckled and reformed, shards of memory rising and falling like breath. Old voices whispered at the edges, bearing witness. Spirals shattered. The reflection raised one hand—and every shard of every memory in the Hollow rose like blades. Images flickered in their surfaces: childhood laughter, grief, triumph, all weaponized now, spinning in a storm around them.

The Hollow was guiding them, aiding them as only a living place could. At the center of a clearing stood a grotesque figure—twisted branches, bleached bone, and ash formed into a towering figure. It pulsed red like a second sun, emitting waves of evil. Symbols carved into it oozed black substances, and at its base lay fragments of something that looked far too much like infant clothing. Lyra didn’t hesitate. She sprinted to it. “Wait—” Kaelen called, but it was too late. She thrust her hand into the heart of the figure.

I stared at the ceiling, "I can talk to him for hours about literally nothing and not get bored. His laugh that he doesn't show a lot, it's deep and beautiful and his eyes light up when he's genuinely laughing. He calls me Bloom like it's my real name and it makes me feel special to him because he's the only one who can call me that otherwise it won't feel right. Every time he stands so close to me and I just feel like I'm going to melt. He cares about me so much, he'll hardly let me drive alone and will give me a ride even if I have my car. He always makes sure I get home safe. When he gets bored while I'm trying to tutor him and starts throwing random things like erasers or pillows or chip

Rai explained arrogantly. "Sorry—" he said dryly, "—I don't know anything about the Haltz Clan is because I live in the human world. My name is Albert... Albert Valentino. I'm also a vampire, to be precise—" "—a hybrid vampire, huh?" cut Rai. "How do you know?" asked Al confused. Rai raised his index finger and pointed it at Al, "Your skin… is too red." "Too... red...?" and Al immediately saw the color of his skin. "Is he color blind? My skin is obviously olive," he thought. However, a scream immediately stopped Al's thoughts.

A strap tied his thick curls back, and he had secured an ancient-looking blade to his back. He was lethal. And as she watched his claws sink into the flesh of Alpha Kai's neck, she had never been more grateful. "She. Is. Mine." Evander snarled, his eyes shining yellow. A tarp now covered the shattered windows of the office, and someone had cleaned up most of the evidence of yesterday's saga. But as a fresh crack in the plaster appeared under Alpha Kai's body, a wave of guilt passed over Sapphira, and as Alpha Kai started to make a gurgling sound, her fingers found Evander's arm.

" Malakai smirked when he thought of the answer. "We're ghosts baby." Malakai responded and Eden wanted to laugh, but she was so confused at the same time. "Huh? The fuck do you mean?" Eden said and looked up to see a mischievous glint in her boyfriend's eyes. "I have someone, a hacker, his name is Rhys. He'd remove everyone's DNA, their information and everything there is about them off the systems of the world. When you joined the agency, he did the same. In short, we don't exist little one." Malakai said and Eden's eyes widened. She never knew the extent to which Malakai could go.

The black rain turned into a crimson mist as the two armies tore into each other. Kaelen, Lucien, and I moved like a single entity. We carved a path through the sea-wolves, heading for the Silas-Wraith. Kaelen was a blur of shadow-reams, his glass blade thirsty for necrotic blood. Lucien was a furnace, turning the bone-bridge to ash wherever he stepped. I moved in the center, my hands radiating a light so intense that any Hollowed that touched me was instantly purified, their souls released in a burst of white steam.

"And I am done running." The rock in my hand felt like a toy against the blue-flame monstrosities pouring through the fissure. The first Hollow lunged, its fingers elongated into glowing talons. "Back!" Kael roared. He moved with a fluidity that defied his gaunt frame. The blade sliced through the air, leaving a trail of black smoke. When it hit the Hollow, the blue fire was absorbed into the blade. The creature let out a dry, rattling shriek and dissolved into a pile of grey ash.

The room noticed. She saw it happen the same way the room had noticed at the bloodline dinner months ago, the same recalibration spreading through the clusters without announcement. The Harlow elder glanced over. Isolde looked up from her conversation with Sera. Even Priya, across the room, turned her head. This time Nora didn't look away. She crossed the six feet. She stopped in front of him and they looked at each other in the middle of a room full of people who were very carefully pretending to be in their own conversations and very specifically not pretending at all.