Novel & Cerita Soul Chain Bleach

There wasn’t a soul left alive on that cursed mountain when that sun traveled across the sky that next morning. I traveled from town to town and village to village in those following days, and I watched as soulmates turned into enemies from their bigotry and their hatred. The betrayal of one bond had single-handedly destroyed the bonds for countless other people. The world was torn apart by fighting in and among all clans. I, Mae Shamrock, last of The Sisters of the Path Coven, bore witness to the destruction of the soulmate bond as the Soulmate Covenant was broken in 1850. I knew without a doubt that it would not be returning… UNTIL the world changed its ways…

Sarah mocked. "You piece of shit!" Penelope charged at Sarah, but Liam quickly placed himself between the two. Chelsea came running to her friend's aid. "Hey, hey, touch my friend, and you will have me to deal with!" she warned them. She had her own makeover, her black curly hair straightened, and she wore a pixie dress paired with heels and a matching bag. "Finally, I have met the ugly pack of bones that was eating from two pots," Cheldea sneered.

In a matter of time, the people at the cafe broke into whispers and mumbling. "Oh my God!", Hannah whisper-yelled. " Aiden Walters is back!" I saw him exit Blossombee taking one last look at me. "Who is he?", I asked Hannah, digging into my pancakes again. She looked at me with a serious expression and spoke " He is bad news, Haven. Aiden Walters is a part of Chains and Smokes- one of the most dangerous gangs in this town. Nobody in this town dares to even cross paths with him. He has a temper and it got him into trouble so many times. He almost killed Ryder, a member of his rival group. Four months back, he fled somewhere for some unknown reason. Nobody knows where he went or why. Now that

“There he is. Still fighting. Good. It’s more fun when they’re awake for the cut.” He reached for Rowan’s ear. “No sleeping through this part, darling,” he murmured. The blade slid beneath the ear’s curve. Rowan sucked in a breath so sharp it whistled through his teeth. The cut was slow—agonizingly slow—designed not for efficiency, but for sensation. Cartilage resisted; the skin tore; blood dripped warm down his neck in a thin, tickling path that felt crueler than the cut itself. Rowan’s body jerked against the chains, a strangled, animalistic sound tearing itself from his throat. Not quite a scream—but the broken cousin of one.

A tear slipped from her eye. Trayaksh noticed. His jaw clenched, but instead of softening, his grip on her throat loosened, only to let his fingers trail down to her wrist. His hold was cruel, fingers pressing into her pulse as he pulled her closer. "How many times do I have to break you before you finally stop resisting me, doll?" Her lips quivered, but her spirit was not shattered. "You can break my body, Trayaksh. But my soul?" Her voice was barely above a whisper. "That is mine alone."

The engagement ring shimmered under the light. "Why is this still on my finger?" I whispered. Before Michael could speak, Maria chuckled, shaking her head like she had been waiting for this moment. "Oh, Brenda," He sighed dramatically, giving Maria a smirk. "Do you even look at yourself in the mirror when you wake up? Babe, you’ll be twenty-seven this year. You’re not as fresh and beautiful as you think." He scoffed, eyes gleaming with cruelty. "I’m actually doing you a favor. You’re outdated, Brenda. It’s time to wake up."

My shout did nothing to wake him, and I placed my hands on his chest, shaking him roughly. “Wake up!” I ordered, and he groaned, his back arching off the bed as the layer of sweat on his body became heavier. “Come on! Wake up!” My hands slid up his chest, and I flinched as my hand connected with the amulet. I pulled back quickly with a hiss as I stared at the glowing and burning chain and necklace around his neck. The memory of Cain standing with Nova flashed in my mind, and I gasped, grabbing my own amulet as I remembered targeting all of my magic toward Cain.

Chapter nine Laura pov “I’m gonna fuck you so hard they’ll hear you screaming my name, Jett.” His thumb dragged across my lower lip, slow and rough. His wet mouth brushed my ear, my voice low and shaking. “I’m begging you… please.” He pulled back, jaw clenched so tight I could see the muscle jumping. His eyes were black with fury and something even worse need. For a second, I thought he might lose it completely. Then, like a switch flipped, he reached up and unlocked the chains around my wrists.

He some how lost more coloring in is face at my calm words “Ground Spears!” I shouted angrily punching up into the air. The soldiers that surrounded us were now high up on the points of the spears with blood gushing and dripping down the jagged rocks, more groans and moans of pain filling the air which was tainted with the scent of blood. “Soul Snatch!” I ripped the wispy soul out of the body, and he looked terrified. “Soul’s Doom!” Just like before, a white demon charged right at him and shredded his soul to many little pieces. The spears disappeared a moment later, and I was encircled by bodies.

“Thank you, maid.” I quickly grabbed the shampoo and then thoroughly washed out my long hair. Once it was rinsed, I proceeded to condition it. Then I turned my attention to the body wash. A few minutes later, I was nearly done. But what the heck? I didn’t want to get out. I just wanted to stay in there forever. I was just closing my eyes when a bark came at the closed door. I blinked. Odd, this one sounded a little different from Sammy’s.