Novel & Cerita Shinigami In Bleach

You do not know us that well if you think we would come in between you and the love of your life. "Shinja we see the way Silver looks at you. He would never look at another woman the way he looks at you," Shimki smiled at her. "Yeah, what we had was a silly crush that is all. You know how grandma told us about 'the boy with silver hair'. So we grew to love the fantasy and idea of the Silver prince. "It was 'silver eyes' Shimki." It was gray hair, shiny gray hair as they had come to see. His eyes were an honest silver, with dark rings of gray surrounding the irises. He was an intriguing specimen to behold.

They all started creating their Character Information that they were thinking would be good for it. So Hikari starts introducing his character to Neu and Nimura. "My character name is Shinigami Arithia. The gender is a-" Neu and Nimura were so shocked when they heard that. They then ask Hikari all of the sudden "Wait, Grim reaper (Shinigami)? What's in your mind actually?" Hikari doesn't know what should he put about that. He just remembered someone's name and put it as his character name. Hikari didn't mean and never thinking about Grim Reaper. But he just tells them that maybe no one will care about it. So he just proceeds with it without making any changes.

It's his sythe holder, damn it. Ban: Oi what were you doing hiding that all along? ''IN...CON..VENIENT..'' ''Eeeehhhhhh......'' Then without a wasted moment he took his stance and in one magnificent swing he cut the entrance of the cell. That swing did not just cut the entrance. It seem to cut the air itself, the space itself and dimension itself. We all kept quiet and one thing came to my mind as he face back towards me (Shinigami- A Death God). I no longer see him as just a familiar from that day on. Later on my familiar was given the nickname (whenever demons witness him) as Galahhad, The Shadow of Death. As well as a new nickname for me but that is another story. For now-

I stutter. “Your blood.” I shake my head. “No.” “You are descending the stairs of denial again, Faye.” He sighs, throwing the blade into the table. My eyes are glued at the spot pulsing gently with black blood. It is the same I have seen with the vampires, and other creatures in Alkhemi—the dead. “No, i-it’s…” “It is black because you have died, and have been reborn through Sin,” he says. “Like every one of his creations.”

He screamed, running to catch Gil, who had begun to levitate, with a white light with a black aura surrounding her. "Aren, think about all the good things you have known in your life, those things that make you feel clean and happy. Focus on that and throw lightning at Gil right now. Nara, Nara come quickly!" Seraphim called her, scared, watching how Gil slowly turned blacker. "What happened? What does Gil have?"

A language older than the Veil itself. “Luna… sanguis… responde.” The power answered. But not gently. Silver light twisted into something darker. Something crimson. Blood magic. Forbidden guardian power. Kael grabbed her arm. “You’ll kill yourself!” “Not today.” The crimson-silver energy exploded outward. Her shield doubled in strength. Then tripled. The Harbinger’s beam slammed into the barrier— And stopped. The creature paused. “UNKNOWN POWER SOURCE DETECTED.” Seraphine smiled grimly.

My fingers dug into the earth, muscles locking, spine arching as the magic sank its claws into me. My loyalists stood unmoving, their dead eyes watching. Silent. Unblinking. The shaman’s voice rose, the chant twisting, warping, pulling something unseen into the room. The air crackled with raw energy, black smoke curling from the edges of the ritual circle. The silver blade in my lap pulsed. It was time. The shaman reached for it, lifting it with reverence. His eyes met mine. “You must bleed.” I knew. I held out my arm.

Black blood poured out and sizzled as it dropped on the earth. Almost instantly, the wound healed up. The three figures started chanting a strange spell and blue smoke billowed out from the crystal. The smoke swirled and images could be seen on it. There was a girl with purple hair and silver eyes, and then it changed to another scene where a massive beast prowled around aggressively. It was a lycan. The scene changed again to another where a bright beam of light emanated from the purple haired girl. Her eyes were glowing brightly, and she was staring straight at the hooded figures.

Until the door opened. No knock. No clipboard-carrying doctor. Just a man in a dripping black trench coat filling the doorway like he owned the building. Tall. Too tall. Skin pale as marble, eyes black and endless. Shadow Guard. Had to be. The elite vampires who patrolled BludHeaven’s cliffs and made sure no one—human or otherwise—crossed lines they weren’t supposed to cross. He looked at me like I was a puzzle he hadn’t decided whether to solve or break.

Stefanie, the pale girl chooses the snake, Travis, the taller and handsome guy chooses the wolf, Belinda, the blonde woman chooses vulture, Professor Brendan, the hammer face Spanish looking guy chooses the crow and I guess with his physical attribute he looks like a teacher and Paris, the petite good-looking guy with a large spec chooses the bat. When we wear those rings the Shinigami didn’t say anything, he flips his finger in a blink of an eye and everything went dark again. For a few seconds, I open my eyes and I was alone. I am traveling along in a different kind of destination followed the path through a single light. I felt a little dizzy, I almost spit. I wish I could turn back time