Las Noches Bleach Novels & Stories

And there—rising just above the tallest rooftops—was the moon. Only it wasn’t silver. It was the color of fresh blood. She gasped and stumbled back, knocking over a chair. The moon looked alive. And it looked angry. --- Four Hours Earlier “Late again,” Mrs. Harren muttered, scribbling something on Elara’s paper. Elara didn’t bother answering. She sank into her chair and opened her notebook, ignoring the snickers from the other students.

Her wolf, Bluntie, the one she and Noah had shared since the womb, was curled in the corner of her mind, whining softly now instead of snarling. Just hurting. I’m here, little one, Bluntie whispered, its voice like warm fur against Nora’s raw nerves. I’m scared too. But we’re still breathing. That means we still fight. Nora walked into the third-floor guest bathroom at 3:17 a.m., the one nobody ever used because the pipes screamed and the light flickered like a horror movie. She didn’t bother with the light. She just needed to drain out the noises in her head. She closed the door, stripped naked, and stepped into the shower.

Antiseptic underneath something else—the combination of a cleaner like bleach mixed with something more medicinal. Lastly, as my eyes dart around the room, taking in the entirety of the space, I realize I’m alone. It takes a minute for the wrongness of that to sink in. But when it does, everything else becomes irrelevant. “Liam!” I try calling for him but my throat is so dry, his name is more of a broken whine than a shout.

He flinched and glared at her, but before he could complain again, she signaled him to stay silent. “Officer, please don’t mind my older brother. Can you just tell us if there were reports of people that might be my sister found this week?” “Miss, as I said…” ‘Nephos’ This was a spell that should be used only to blur people’s minds temporarily in the very rare cases they got to see demons or guardians. Using it this way was surely something her master or any of her instructors in Blue Castle would disapprove. However, it worked and the police officer blinked for a second, confused, before Nash repeated their request.

Lena POV The world tilts on its axis as Damon’s roar fills the room. For a heartbeat, silence hangs heavy. My arm drips blood onto the floorboards from the claw marks marring my skin, Noah trembling weakly in my lap. Celeste’s entire body freezes above me, her nails still gleaming scarlet in the poor lighting. No one moves for what feels like an eternity. Then, like a snake slithering through the grass, Celeste quickly recoils. Her polished nails retract back and suddenly, her perfect mask slips back into place as she spins away from me.

- Bhlezy 6:00 PM the sky now is getting darker our smartphones are still alive but it won't stay long there is no electric socket here the night has been arrived and the street lights are now on it is great that the electric company still not shutting down the electricity but maybe soon there will be none because there is a high possibility that the employees at the electric company are already dead and no one will maintenance it the moon of the night is cannot be seen but the chill of the night is relaxing it feels like we are just camping but the reality is harsh and it brought tears in my eyes "i hope JM and MAMA are alright"- Dessa "they will"- Bhlezy *TAGTAGTAG!* *CLINGCLING!* there was

BLAISE Twilight is descending over Shadow. I look outside the window, touching my gloved fingertips onto the frosted glass. The air is so cold that it bleeds through the walls and the floor. Tonight, the Blood Hour would take its place on the ice, when the Blood Moon rose to its fullest. But at least I’d be with my friend to get through it. “Blaise!” I turn. Noel pauses to a stop, his amber eyes wide as he looks at the dress that I’m wearing.

"I have a friend. No baggage, no brooding, no secret fiancées. Just one dinner. A blind date. If you hate it, you can come home and we’ll watch trashy TV and eat ice cream. Just give yourself a chance to breathe away from Noah." I stay silent for a long time. "Fine," I whisper. "One date. Just for closure." Chloe beams, squeezing my shoulder. "That’s my girl. I’ll text him now. It’ll be..." "MAMA!" A piercing scream tears through the apartment from the back bedroom. Chloe is on her feet. "Nadia!" she gasps.

NIGHT SHIFT ~CHELSEA~ The smell of bleach burns my nostrils as I scrub at a stubborn black mark on Crawford Elite's spotless white tile floor. Some rich kid's designer shoe scuff, probably. I press harder, the muscles in my arm aching from three hours of similar work already tonight. "Come on," I mutter, watching the mark slowly fade under my attack. Small victories. At 1:13 AM, the huge school hallway stretches empty in both directions. My rubber gloves squeak against the wet tile, the sound echoing off trophy cases filled with golden evidence of Crawford Elite's greatness.

was scre​a​ming at me to​ l​eav‍e the r⁠oom, to strip off my own rui‌n‌e​d suit⁠,‍ to sc‍rub myself with bleach until I burned. But I‍ couldn‍'t le‍ave he‍r. "No," I said qu‌ietly. I wal⁠ked into‌ the en-suite bathroom. I turned on the show‌er. I adjus​ted the temp⁠erature until st‌eam filled the ro‍om.⁠ I wal‌ke‌d back t⁠o h⁠er. "I will help you." Chloe’s‍ ey​es widene​d. "Lore⁠nzo... you don't ha‌ve to. I know you hate th⁠is. I know you h‍ate germs."