La Espada Bleach Novels & Stories

Chapter 64: Santa Cruz Night Tuesday – The Day The next morning, sunlight slanted through the tall arched windows of BludHeaven Academy’s cafeteria, turning the polished marble floors into pools of liquid gold. The usual morning chaos was in full swing: younger students darting between tables, trays clattering, the rich scent of fresh coffee mingling with warm pastries and something faintly metallic that only the older vampires seemed to notice.

a weak smile danced on her face in stark contrast to her rapidly beating heart and she turned away. It was time to face reality and surrender. She walked out the door and surely, to her death. PROLOGUE B He held a dagger against his father’s chest, against the shouts of his mother and every other person who watched in dismay. He saw how they stared at him like a ghost from Lerida had returned. There was disgust mixed with fear but none of them dared approach because they presumed they would be next in line for such treatment. The tip of the dagger had already pierced the skin slightly. The white coat his father wore was soaking up with blood slowly.

How shameless he was to bully the weak? Caspian patted the sword box on his back and waved his arm. In an instant, the sword radiance flashed and was shockingly straight. "Purgatory-breaking Sword of the White Emperor! Soul-Extermination Cut of Ten Thousand Realms!" At this moment, the two-finger-wide sword body burst out a dazzling and sharp light. As Caspian swung his sword, thousands of sword lights danced in the air. Endless light, air, and vitality were all extinguished in an instant.

I promptly handed them to Trav. But that wasn't the most shocking part. The next thing my dad pulled out did not make Trav's mate look good at all. He flicked open a bloodied blue Cold Steel Extra Large Espada. I gasped, instantly noting the color. I knew knives, and I had distinctly noted the color of the one Sara had as I had not known this particular switchblade to come in any color other than black. "Dad, that's Sara's knife," I said, stating the fact out loud.

Like a bullet, he quickly appeared before me. Dragging his sword behind, he lifted it up and slash towards me. Clang! The end blade of my scythe clashes with his chipped sword. I tighten my grip and tried to hook his head. He dropped his head and pushed me, another sword came from behind. Hindi ko ito nakita, at medyo huli ng mapansin ko ito. Ang espada ay tumatama sa aking pisngi at sa kamay na nakahawak sa aking scythe.

I recognized the holder of the sword immediately. "I killed your fucking beast," Caleb screamed, blood running down his whole body. I could not even recognize him from the amount of blood on him, all which I knew were not his. I didn't know how he had healed so fast but I was glad he did. "You... you monster," Queen Zelda screamed, standing up from where the beast laid. "I will kill you."

I need my sword. Reaching behind my back, I feel the cool, smooth texture of my marking shift beneath my fingers. There’s a brief moment where the ink pulses, almost as if it’s alive, before it solidifies into the hilt of my sword. I draw it out, feeling the familiar weight settle into my hand. The blade hums with energy, a glowing blue that pulses in time with my heartbeat. This sword is mine, a part of me, born of my blood and soul. Athena’s gift, forged from my very essence.

Then, just when they were about ten meters away from Baxter, he suddenly opened his eyes. He noticed a massive glint of sword and blade energies rushing at him. It was the terrifying combination of the blade and sword that killed the Reverend. There was no expression on Baxter’s mien. Instead, he raised both his hands at the same time and grabbed onto both the sword’s glint and the blade energy with each respective hand and lightly bellowed, “Break.” The sword’s glint and the blade energy instantly dissipated into nothingness in Baxter’s hands. Meanwhile, Tyr and the man in white began to back away.

"Get to the release valve!" ​The fight was a nightmare of mirrors. Rhea was fighting a distorted version of her own future, a creature that possessed her strength but none of her soul. Every time she struck the "Luna-Blight," the creature didn't bleed; it leaked green light that tried to sear Rhea’s skin. ​Meanwhile, Elias was fighting his way toward the massive iron wheel at the base of the vat. The Alchemist wasn't making it easy. He was throwing glass vials of concentrated Blight from his platform, each one exploding into a cloud of toxic gas that made Elias stagger.

“Leave him alone!” Mrs. Lapuz’s confession comes like the Healing Spell that Kate has been wanting so bad to cast. | 17 Kayzel_123: I’m not Kate. I’m her ma. I only pretended to be her. | Like someone coming out of a trance, Ecto finally heaves his giant sword from his back and slices the ground in front of him. The resulting shock wave is like the explosion of an atomic bomb. It flings away every single one of the enemies and, at the same time, incinerates them.