Novel & Cerita Soul Chain Bleach

Asher's POV He found her late one stormy night in the dead of Summer, sitting underneath an oak tree in a torrential downpour. Her tiny frame shivered as she stared blankly straight ahead unaware of anything around her. He noticed that her pale white arms that wrapped themselves protectively around her knees were covered in dark red marks that resembled the shape of fingers, almost like someone had grabbed her much too hard. Her blank face sported nasty red welts that looked to be made by an object rather than a hand. Her long blonde hair that hung around her face and body had hints of blood in it from a wound just above her eye that hadn't quite been washed away by the rain.

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.

The scenes unfold before my eyes , I shut them tightly, but I can’t stop the flood. Why now? The box had always worked before... why do they come back to haunt me? Please, make them disappear. I can’t take it anymore. The sound of chains echoes again in my head: “Do you like what I do to you? You’re only good for being used. No one will ever want you. You’ll belong to me forever, my soulmate.” Another blow. Chains clatter against the wall. My body bends unnaturally, blood dripping from my wounds...

'Kael, my brave boy—stay back! Elian, suspended in the vision's ethereal grip, felt a jolt like lightning through his soul. Kael. The name anchored him, threads of recognition weaving through the horror. This trembling child, with his tousled raven hair and stormy gaze, was him—the alpha chained in the hideout, the man whose touch ignited Elian's world. The pieces shattered into place: the blindfold, the bloodlust, the chains. All born from this moment, this pact forged in desperation.

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 6 – Blood Beneath the Shadows Rain hammered the pavement as Jenna and the stranger sprinted through the narrow backstreets, water splashing beneath their feet. Her lungs burned, legs trembling, but adrenaline pushed her forward. The message replayed in her mind like a siren: Safehouse compromised. Leave immediately. Whoever sent it had known their location—someone close, someone watching. The walls were closing in. They reached an abandoned train tunnel, the darkness swallowing them whole. The stranger finally slowed, breathing hard as he pressed his back against a concrete pillar.

My consumed soul I waved my hands up, conjuring a lightening bolt as I diverted it towards the chains, the chains sparked as the lightening bolt collided with it, the whole place shrienk feverently and I smiled as the chains felled to the ground with a loud thud The smoke swerved it way towards my present and I smile as I opened my mouth wide, I gasped as the smoke penetrated through Scott mouth and went down his body, consuming his soul and finally Taking over his mind

That aura suppressed the aura of the dead soul, which was instantly startled upon seeing its chains completely shattered by Xiao Chen without any difficulty. “How is this possible? My soul chains can even seal a god, but this kid… The chains just shattered like that? What’s going on?” he asked with a grim expression, glaring at Xiao Chen, who was holding the Sword of the Four Ancient Beasts. “It’s time to begin. Get ready to die!” Xiao Chen said, immediately moving at lightning speed toward the dead soul. Swussh… “Damn it!” Clang! BOOOOMMM!