Soul Chain Bleach Novels & Stories

I started to pick at her for every little thing. The truth… was beyond what I could bear. I desperately wished I could return to my own body, to avenge Madeline, and then make it right with her. Finally, I made it to my bedroom and had a moment to catch my breath. Only then did the news of Madeline’s attempted suicide hit me again. When I first heard, I had been heartbroken, torn apart by grief. But I had also felt resentment, blaming her for being so thoughtless, for taking her life over something trivial.

Unsure of what was happening, guided only by the sound of my friend, I sprinted back to the alcove, my brain was frozen by the sound of a voice I knew to be of someone dead. Breathing hard, I stopped at the velvet cushions, tears pouring down my face. 'Cole?' I asked to the open air. 'Yes, I'm sorry Diana. I had to. They aren't our enemies.' 'What do you mean?' 'I can't stay here, the surge bought me only a little bit of time to stick around. Look for my chest, then find her. Ravyn.' Like a whooshing in the wind, his voice disappeared and so did the energy that came with him.

The girl picked up the dagger but the ghost figure flung itself forcefully against her, knocking off the knife, retrieving it, and descending on her with a series of vicious slashes that had her screaming. Tamara watched the bloody attack with her palms over her eyes to minimize the horrifying sight as the girl fell to her death and blood pooled around her. It was a terrifying sight and Tamara was relieved to hear the sound of a car pulling up in the driveway. She exhaled deeply, rose to her feet, and walked towards the entrance door, which she opened and stepped out onto the porch.

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.

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.

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.

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.

However, one of the chains attached to the Soul Collection Coffin shot out forcefully and grappled around Carol Rockefeller’s ankle. Carol transformed her hand into a blood-knife. Clang! Clang! Clang! She struck the chains, but the seemingly old chains couldn’t be broken at all. Boom. The chains vibrated and flung themselves to Carol directly onto the ground. Everyone was shocked. Meanwhile, the entire cover of the Soul Collection Coffin had been pushed open. A Buddhist song could be heard from within.

And at this moment, he simply smiled. Then, two figures flashed by: General Hydro and General Pyro. "So what if you’re a ninth-level monster? You're still going to die!" With those words, the two generals unleashed their most powerful attack. Two Soul Chains surged forth toward Bailey. "What?!" Bailey was greatly shocked.