R/bleach Novels & Stories

I said. Sam POV I was flipping burgers when a sudden mind link made me drop the spatula. "Alpha, something is happening to the prisoners." the warrior said. I leave the stove immediately and sprinted to the compound. I mind-linked Michelle, "Take care of the food for me. Also, tell Aimee I'll be right back, I had to take care of something important." I slammed through the door of the compound and ran down the stairs. As soon as I reached the bottom of the stairs, I hear howls of pain and flesh tearing. I walk closer to the nearest cell. I see the captive writhing in pain, veins glowing an eerie silver, he clawed at his skin as if he could dig it out. The silver glowing in his veins reminded

Making my way to my room, I slipped into my black tactical shirt, pants, boots and gloves readying to head out to what me and the guys called the maze. Sending a text to Papa and Madre that I was leaving and to let Val know, I jumped into my Subaru WRX and took to the wild terrain of my back yard. The bumps and dips toggled me and loosened up my body so that I could enjoy the hunt. I grabbed my walkie and let out a howl, waiting for a signal to go at any moment. "The motherfūcker is back! You're clear to enter into the game Claymore." The nickname given to me by my brothers in arms was code for battle. I clipped the walkie to my Molle webbed belt and picked up my knives sliding them into the

Without explanation. She copies it to the file.

she said on her infinite amount of glasses. “You know Tritan here is single,” she said taking a step away from him. Tristan opened his mouth to speak but Trix beat him once more. “Sit still look pretty,” she commanded stepping away from him. She let herself get lost in the shadows, leaning against a pillar to catch her breathe. Something shifted next to her and her heart leapt from her chest. She surprised herself by grabbing the person by the collar and shifted her position until the person's back was pressed firmly against the pillar. She pulled out the violet bladed dagger that glowed brightly as she pressed it against the neck of a middle age man.

My reasoning is because I was focusing on finishing off high school, had to deal with graduation and family matters, and most of all I was unmotivated and I have been. Yes, I know it sounds like an excuse but I'd rather write Blinded when I'm motivated rather than write crappy chapters that I don't enjoy writing. So for the month of June, I'm going to take a break from writing, find some sort of motivation, and overall figure out what direction I want Blinded to go. So for right now, it is a goodbye unit next month. Sorry for the delay. -L.N.F

#mercuryis_fake : "What the fuck is this monstrosity? " bleach_myballs : "Is this guy on steroids or something… whatever he is on I want a hit!" @tycoon_sister_9 : "Seriously! Who is this guy? The face is not as clear in the 3d panoramic " @dog_food_cicada__ : "Fucking shit!! I remember this… this is a clip from the recent collaborative hunt that happened last week. I joined the hunt as a temporary inclusive member for the white clan… I knew somebody would upload this?"

The "Total Deletion" of the Deep Web was not a sudden explosion; it was a "Bleaching" of the soul. As the Merchant-Moderator unleashed its "Formatting Frequency," the vibrant, violet-gold lilies of Kaelen’s "Crystalline Garden" began to fade into a flat, scentless grey. The mercury-sea turned into a solid, white-glass floor, and the "Failed Protagonists" unwove into streams of "Neutralized Code."

I only know one person and that's my mom. I shook the thoughts out my head as I walked into the bathroom connected to the room. I turned on the hot water and stripped myself of all clothing before stepping in. My eyes sealed closed as I let the warm water bounce off my back and relieve all my stress and worries. I picked up the axe body wash that was left in the shower and scrubbed it into my skin feeling all the dirt wash away from my body. I grabbed the shampoo that was also left in the shower, and used what was left in the container. I squeezed the white colored shampoo into my hands before massaging the lavender scented fragrance into my hair.

"This is a poison. If anyone keeps drinking this for, let's say… eight months to one and a half years, depending on when they started, and depending on the dose given—and the person's immune system—if luck isn't on their side, they won't even remember how to breathe. The person's heart will just... stop. And it will look like a natural brain failure." I gripped the paper. I looked at the list of chemicals. The names were long and complex, but the result was simple. "Wolf’s Bane extract—does it bleach?" I asked. "Nope. It doesn't. Not alone. "But with this…" she pointed at a text on the paper, "…and this mixed together, it bleaches. Or gives the bleach effect. Why do you ask?" "Nothing," I sa

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