Naruto Immortal Fanfiction Bleach Novels & Stories

I didn't mourn him for that exact reason . I wheeze as my breath is stolen from me along with my vision as huge drops form and fall every few seconds . I put my arms on the edge of the tub and lean back using the end as support . I lift my feet and blankly observe them . " What should I do now ? " I whisper . Asha wasn't lying about that . I don't think she'd have a reason to . Here she was talking about witches performing necromancy rituals but .. she didn't know how it would be affected if an immortal's power was involved .

I began to wonder if it was possible for me to change the future for us though. “That’s enough talk for now Luna.” Blanche said softly. “We best begin training as not to upset our master or give his second the joy of punishing us” I nodded, agreeing with her as we began, the day quickly turning into night as we trained, our minds focused on the task at hand. I transformed more times than I could count whilst Blanche focused all her energy on keeping me alive, the strain shifting caused on my body aiding her with her own training as a healer and necromancer; though I did not die. Not quite.

But more kept coming. Dante watched. Amused. "Impressive. But you can't burn them all. Eventually you'll tire. And when you do..." He smiled. "I'll drain you dry. Use your Moon Blessed blood to become immortal. Unstoppable." "Over my dead body," Zephyr said. "That can be arranged." Dante moved. So fast I couldn't track him. One second he was across the room. The next he had Zephyr by the throat. "No!" I screamed.

Forest opened the bathroom's door and walked to them with her purple dress with a pink bow on the waist. "Thank you, Crimson, and Blanche." Blanche nodded, but stayed silent as her mind tried to digest what Crimson just said. Was they trying to upgrade Hent? Blanche shook her head at that question, that question ran a shiver down her spine. That won't do. If Hent would be upgraded, Blanche would be erased in this world. She guessed one thing that seemed to be the only rationable one. Was there's still something that connected her and Hent?

Suddenly from the bloody punch, the punch wrapped inside flew back, not pointing, stabbing the Ghost Scene Female General's palm. This attack is delicate and subtle, and all directions are magical, even if it is under the attack of Asura God, they will instantly win back the immortality. But at this moment, Ghost Scene Female General's two pupils suddenly emerged a deep purple light. The fluorescent purple irises are gentle, the spirit is illusory, the light image has not yet arrived, it is illusory into hundreds of billion shades. In the middle, Haunt Uncle only felt depressed spirit, chaotic mind, almost indistinguishable from six senses.

I simply soak in his warmth, tears spilling down my face like a waterfall. My heart feels punctured in a dozen places by sharp knives. “It’s okay,” I hear his soft, comforting whisper. “I’m here. I’m right here.” After a long hour of sobs and Drogo’s gentle comfort, I finally have no tears left—only the ache in my heart remains. I’ve only ever heard about reincarnation. I never believed it was real. But I know that nightmare wasn’t a nightmare. It was real. The same story Drogo had told me. Only from a different perspective. Akira’s perspective.

“It must be her. There is no one else.” Even if I am the target of her vengeance. I closed my eyes, remembering the rage in her eyes after I dragged her from Casimir’s quarters, the fire that consumed my wing, her utter indifference to my injuries. She knew. She had pieced together my immortality and traced it back to the witch purge three centuries ago. “By the time she is strong enough to perform the ritual, she won’t just break the curse, she’ll have your blood spilled across the walls of this manor,” Andreus hissed, his eyes blazing. “I will not stand by and watch it happen again!”

In a world where everyone chased immortality like it was the only answer, she learned something quieter—and way more dangerous. Turns out the only thing worth trying to reach… was the heart she’d left burning in her wake. ............................................................................. On the morning the Wen Clan’s eastern wing burned, Wen Lihua, sixteen, lay trapped under a fallen pine beam. Her mourning robes—bright white, now streaked with ash and blood. She still had her hand out, reaching for her mother’s jade tablet. No one bothered to check if she was breathing.

Despite that, Balaro stood up, roaring with surprise and unwillingness as he approached Chad step by step! "What's written in Rowan's Worldly Medicine? What's the Absolute Heaven Pass' secret? Why did the Tri Purity Palace's ancestors ascend when the Mystic arts were established rather than becoming earthbound immortals? Does the immortal realm truly exist? My Hanako—did she go there?" Balaro asked one question after another, but Chad looked on coldly as the runes on Balaro's body slowly devoured his flesh and skin. The runes eventually burned Balaro's flesh and skin away, leaving behind a snow-white skeleton.

"Go to Aunt Cleo!" Aqua's heart pounded in her chest as she stumbled towards the door, her legs shaking with fear. She glanced back to see her parents fighting valiantly, their magic clashing with the dark energy of their attackers. Milak's elemental fury and Zara's healing light intertwined in a beautiful yet tragic dance of power and sacrifice. But it wasn't enough. Milak fell first, a blast of dark energy striking him down. Zara's scream of anguish pierced the air as she knelt beside him, her light flickering and fading. The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares.