Novel & Cerita Soul Chain Bleach

Blood trickled down the corners of his lips when he opened his mouth. There was a scar on his lower back, mirroring the one I had from my surgery.

And Sera? She stood in front of the mirror in a black silk dress that clung to her body like liquid smoke. Her long hair was twisted into a regal knot, a few strands framing her face. Around her throat, she wore the collar Valerio had gifted her months ago—not the one from Cael, but the midnight-blue velvet choker with a tiny silver crown charm. His mark. His vow. “You look like a curse I’d happily die from,” Valerio murmured when he saw her.

I feel the nectar upgrading my energy, reflex, stability, persistence, and every component in me at the same time. If consuming more souls will make me stronger and powerful enough to defeat all the reapers, including their leader, Ryan, then so be it. I am ready to feed it more soul. Taking another glance at my team, I could see them fighting valiantly. However, they were so focused on a spot that they missed a reaper that was diving for them. I unsheath my sword and throw it. The sharp mouth lodged itself inside the reaper's chest, then I swung my chain at him. The icy chain wrapped around his neck, and it consumed his soul instantly.

The ritual was over, but the chain's warmth still burned against my hip like a brand I couldn't scrape off, and the world had just started watching. Dawn gold bled across the ridge, cold and thin as watered blood. My nose remained clogged with the last of the silver-mercury ash, every breath a jagged scraping of soot against raw tissue. The chain—1.5 meters of quartz and soul—throbbed once: slow, steady, the only thing left of Kael that still answered when I pressed my palm to it.

Uncertain. How to stop what they didn't create? How to control what chose itself? How to— She found it. The Soulchain. Visible here. In this realm. A golden thread. Beautiful. Terrible. Connecting Thorne to them. To this place. To—their control. It pulsed. Alive. Aware. Malevolent. "You cannot break it," the beings said. "It is our creation. Our power. Our—everything. No weapon can destroy it. No tool can—" "Good thing I'm not a weapon then." Aria grabbed the chain. Felt it burn. Felt it fight. Felt it—resist. But she held on. Channeled her power. Her Luna magic. Her reality manipulation. Her—love. Everything. All of it.

He can't be the weak guy everyone calls him. He knew he had to appear stronger by the time he go back to the Sect. The beasts came out and it appeared to be chain worms just as the scroll had said. These beasts had tongues but it was long and identical to a chain. It can elongate as far as it wishes. Also, these chain like tongues have sharp blades at the thin side of tongue and it is very very sharp. One swipe of the chain, the victim will be severely injured. "First, I need that dragon soul to come out." Vic said with hope. He still don't have any idea on how to bring out his dragon.

Silver mixed with shadow. *This is what happens. This is what you get for trying to take what's mine.* "Stop." A voice from the side. "Please. Stop this." Celeste. Fighting her chains. Tears making tracks through the dirt on her cheeks. "He's had enough," she begged. "You proved your point." "Did I?" I turned toward her. "You still think you can save him." The Soul Reaper dragged behind me as I walked. Left a trail of silver blood on stone.

The whole sky lighted as though the sun had risen in the middle of the night. Purple Smoke prepared herself seeing Ferlah's transformation. Although she can't do what Ferlah can, she also upgraded her weapons. The chains from her and her palms just increased only a little larger and longer. However, the lightning bolts of purple lights turned into a darker color, which was its most dreadful state. A single flick of it could shatter anyone's body and soul, preventing them to be reincarnated. But there's another thing about it. There were sharp thorns growing on the chains' lengths.

Bruises blooming across her throat, her wrists, her thighs. And her eyes.Gods, her eyes, were empty and hollow. Like something inside her had just… stopped. “Selene?” I set down the tray with shaking hands. “Selene, what…” My eyes went to the chains. They glowed with a sickly purple light. They were power-draining chains.And I understood. “Oh no,” I whispered. “Oh, Selene, no.” She didn’t respond. Didn’t even look at me. Just stared at the ceiling like I wasn’t there.