Soul King Bleach Novels & Stories

“Whatever-the-fuck. Anyway, I been watchin’ from here almost every night since then and he’s always gone real late on Wednesday nights. I’m goin’ in there and I’m bustin’ inta that stone chest . . . ” He reached behind him, unzipped his backpack and pulled out a short-handled, hand-held sledgehammer. He hefted it, like he was Thor and it was Mjölnir. “I’m bustin’ in there and gettin’ that box and I’m crushin’ all those tiles to fuckin’ powder. I dunno how I know it, but I do. Dad’s soul is trapped in them things, and I’m gonna let it out.”

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.

"Get a handle on it already." "Oh, let me see if I have got this straight. A boy we purchased alongside a girl, suddenly sprouts breasts, lets down his hair, and turns from looking handsomely beautiful to breathtakingly, femininely beautiful.” Ottai’s voice rose in pitch. “And if that was not enough to melt my brain, the boy is a Syren. Oh, and just for kicks, he is also the grand king’s Soulbond. A SOULBOND!" "I know, it’s mind-blowing, right?" Vladya deadpanned, his lips curling into a sarcastic smirk.

He lifted his hands toward Kingston, and a dark energy rippled through the air. I could feel it. The pressure, the unnatural force that built in the air. Kingston’s body went rigid, his eyes widening in agony. His mouth opened, but no sound came out. He was trying to scream, but it was like his soul was being ripped from his body. “What are you doing?” Aiden gasped, his voice cracking. “It’s simple,” He said, his voice calm, almost satisfied. “I’m taking his soul. Just like I did with the others. A hybrid’s soul is nothing but a meal for someone like me.”

"I don't know, that's why I ended up like this." “Soul attack technique?!” Zhou Fu thought for a while because he felt that he was familiar with the term. Luckily he immediately remembered it and took out the manual given to him by Liao Ting. That shufashen manual had something to do with soul assault techniques. “Brother Wang, keep her busy! Give me five minutes to practice, can you do it?!” Zhou Fu darted beside Wang Ji and without waiting for the youth's approval, Zhou Fu pushed Wang Ji's body closer towards the evil spirit.

Just when I thought I was winning, Xavier pushed me back harder till I landed on the ground heating my head. Nyx winced in pain blood sizzling down. *You think you are strong huh?” His voice was loud in my head. I growled as his claws scratched my fur. Nyx snared in pain trying to fight back but his grip was tight. “You are no Enigma… Once an Omega always an Omega, don’t you ever forget that.” His canines sunk into my throat, Nyx howling in pain as everything started fading. "Sage..." I whispered as though I could feel him but couldn’t tell.

She wanted to know why the Kurogane were opening the deep gates when they knew it would dissolve the boundary for their own city. Ren let out a long, slow stream of blue smoke, his eyes shifting to Kaden’s massive form before returning to Laila. He told her that the Kurogane didn't care about the boundary anymore. He explained that the Head of the Syndicate, an ancient Alpha named Lord Masamune, was ninety years old and dying of bone cancer. Masamune didn't want to save his family or his country; he wanted to use the final engine the Eastern Heart beneath Mount Fuji to turn his own dying body into a permanent vessel for the First Soul-Eater. He believed that by giving his soul to the void, h

Blonde hair, blue eyes, a handsome face, so smooth without blisters, and he was even a student. He was no one, sixty years before he was born, in a body that wasn't his. And the Demon king, the one he killed, was still alive, walking around somewhere in this timeline, young, healthy and free. And he had not yet became the monster he killed. His mind was still spiraling, then a knock jolted him out. “Lysan, the combat exams start in about ten minutes, are you ready yet?” Another male voice came through from behind the door.

“The Red King’s real name is Ryu Seon-woo. He was the first Seraphim. Your prototype.” Devin swallowed. “I remember him. He was always smiling.” “And now he wants you dead,” Soo-ah added. “No,” Devin said. “He wants me to awaken.” Hours Later – Training Room Soo-ah slammed into the mat again, breath knocked out of him. Devin offered a hand. “Get up,” he said. “You’re enjoying this too much,” Soo-ah groaned. Devin smirked. “Little.” They had been training for an hour now. Soo-ah insisted. Said he needed to be ready — in case things got worse.

"My soul? Is that what she did to me? Do you know what it is called?" I hit send and after a few seconds the computer dings again and this time the email reads, "It's the Soul Eater. Surviving off of our souls, she gets everlasting life and the only way to get yours back, is to kill her. She has been around for thousands of years and will continue to take people's souls unless someone stops her." Typing one more reply, I send it and a notification comes up, "Unable to send. Please try again."