Soul Chain Bleach Novels & Stories

Malachi, struggling against his chains, shouted, "It's trying to sever our connection, to isolate us!" Liora, her form flickering against the force of the chains, cried, "Stay united! Remember our bond! It's stronger than any darkness!" As the chains tightened, drawing the guardians closer to the abyss, Elysia's glow became almost blinding. The melody she hummed reached a crescendo, culminating in a singular, powerful note that echoed throughout the Dreamweaver. And just as suddenly, everything went still.

“But maybe now you’ll see what it costs.” I turn the vial. There, at the bottom, is a mark. The same one etched into Cathy’s circle. “Soulbound,” he whispers. Every time I drank it… Every time I grew stronger… It drained her. “No—” I drop the vial, shaking. “You took power,” he says coldly. “Now pay the price.” His blast hits me square in the chest. Darkness swallows me whole. --- Later… I wake in chains. Stone walls. Cold iron. A prison meant to break monsters.

The Shaman smiled before he collapsed, and Blake let out his breath. It was a battle of their consciousness but Blake had won. He also knew where the Soul of Susan had been appropriately stored. Taking the man’s cane, he walked with and removed the large Diamond Crystal from its base. Blake looked into it with his Divine Senses and discovered thousands of Souls being held within. Shaking his head, he needed to pinpoint Susan through the many Souls trapped within.

My mind was still racing about why my soul weapon was a chain. The last PureBlood had two daggers that could fly and come back to her, but with my chain, I wonder what special properties it had. The book stated that each PureBlood was to train in order to know what their powers were. As I thought I didn't realize when a sharp shadow spike stuck into my chest. I shook my hands, gasping for air. Dagon grinned as he walked close to me. " I am sorry, but it is time to consume your sweet soul, Lyra." Dagon said as he picked me up.

Her mother forcibly took her eyes off the necklace she was looking at with admiration. one "Hande, that's beautiful. I never thought about it from your point of view. I wondered how you felt." Hande focused her eyes on the necklace as she held her mother's hand lovingly and smiled. "Maybe I think it's strange. I don't know. I think that those lifeless works have souls. Spirit, heart, language. As for how I feel, it may sound strange to you, but I felt love. The love of the man who made this necklace and the love of the one he loved when he gifted it to his beloved is the deepest part of my heart. I felt it deep inside."

After she had ran away from the pack, she didn’t expect to run so far into the territory of the Blood Moon pack. ‘It’s just my luck’ She frowned. What would she do if Blake agreed to the trade? She would have to return to her pack. She would have to continue being his doormat and he could continue being the arrogant, narcissist devil that she thought him to be. Alas, she had no other way out. Ruax had gotten a meeting arranged for that very evening. He was excited as a child, he could not wait to get his hands on that little stone. The hearthstone was usually acquired by huge packs as it would be used as a way to punish souls who did them wrong. They would trap the soul into the stone and it

He meant to grab a shirt to put on her so Edward could do a proper exam, however, he wasn't expecting the sight that lay before him. He hadn't noticed it in the car because it was too dark, but now in his illuminated bedroom he easily took in all the white and black marks marring Summer's porcelain skin. On her right arm lay a tattoo of a Serpent that wrapped its way around her forearm and up along her bicep with its head ending just above her collarbone. Littered around the tattoo were white scars that looked to be from something cutting her delicate skin again and again. Her other arm that didn't have any tattoos covering it sported the same scars.

The room was large, dimly lit by golden lamps that cast shadows against the deep red walls. A large mirror stood against one side, framed in black and gold. A vanity table was positioned in front of it, covered with bottles of perfume, tubes of lipstick, and brushes that looked untouched. In the center of the room was a chaise lounge, upholstered in velvet. A dress lay draped over it, deep crimson, almost the same shade as dried blood. Selene leaned against the doorframe, watching me with amusement. “Strip,” she said.

Like a distant chord struck in my bones. Lazriel inhales sharply. “Now,” he whispers. The air above the hare shimmers. Barely visible, but I see it. A thread of silver-white and trembling, lifting from the small, still body. It dawns on me then it’s the soul. Caelan curses softly under his breath. Lazriel moves fast. His fingers slice through the air, pulling unseen strands from his own power and weaving them toward that rising thread. The dungeon temperature drops instantly. Frost creeps across the stone near the ritual circle.

Chapter 3 Jenna sat in the dimly lit room, the walls close enough to feel like a cage. The rain outside tapped steadily against the grimy windowpane, a slow, relentless rhythm that matched the pounding in her chest. The flash drive lay heavy in her palm—small, unassuming, but packed with secrets she didn’t yet understand.