Hollow King Bleach Novels & Stories

He was the High King of Lenerum, a Lycan berserker like his father before him. The old king had been feared throughout her village. No one spoke his name, afraid to summon his shade from the abyss. There were whispers that the Lycan King had to put down his father. The old king was so gone in madness that he had ripped the head of a visiting dignitary clean from his shoulders.

And as I fall, tail limp, blood spiraling upward in threads that will be gone before anyone at the surface can notice them, every bright hue in my scales beginning, very slowly, to drain, the Hollow begins to drink me. The pink goes first. And then, somewhere very far below me in the black, something much ol der than pink begins, patiently, to wait.

Blood fell down, and the dazzling light of the White Bone King also integrated into the back of Zephyr Khan, making earth-shattering roars. For a moment, the endless cold aura made people tremble. White Bone King, an unparalleled king-level disciple, died! "He actually killed a King-level disciple?!" "Killing a King-level disciple with his cultivation at the Agility? How is this possible?" "No... my eyes must be dazzled!" In the face of the endless blood, everyone's expressions changed.