Treachery Bleach Novels & Stories

But Tristan never settles for simple victories. His hand moves again before I could react. The blade sliced across the side of Tricia’s neck with a sharp, controlled motion that is far too precise to be accidental. Her breath catches in a sudden gasp. The scent of blood fills the room instantly. My wolf explodes inside my chest. Then Tristan pulls the blade away just enough for the lantern light to reveal the dark liquid coating the steel. Fresh Alpha’s Bane. My stomach drops. And the poison has just entered her blood again.

They quickly disappeared like bubbles. "Why did you just let them escape?" Chloe asked "If I didn't then where's the thrill on that?" I said then smirk. "Chloe! Raven! Lia fainted!" Brent shouted. "It was just a grazed but she already lost consciousness?" Troy asked. "It wasn't just an ordinary dagger that hit her. It has poison. All of Klea's belongings are surrounded by poison. So it's only natural for her to lose consciousness," I said that made their eyes widened.

She did not understand why the Chief had said that. A pair of red eyes looked down at her shorter frame. "You will be a part of the Private Bleach case. I assume you have heard of Bleach." Her throat became drier and itchier than it already was. B-Bleach? The Legendary Greatest Swordsman? The Mysterious Werewolf Butcher? Amongst Commonerfolks, Bleach was some kind of twisted hero, a Vigilante that would rid the world of the diseases that were Werewolves.

“Disappointed?” “Relieved.” Marrow’s voice softened, but only slightly. “Though you should know — there’s something you need to hear.” Blythe opened her eyes fully now, forcing herself upright despite the shriek of protest from her muscles. “What happened?” Marrow exhaled slowly. “There was tampering.” The words hung like frost in the air. Blythe’s fingers clenched. “Explain.” “The altar,” Marrow murmured. “The bloodstone. Someone infused it with a venom tincture, designed to amplify the pain of the ritual. A toxin meant to push you past your breaking point.”

"Wait, I think both victims are board members of Lebans's group and also among the largest shareholders. Ramsey's wife owns a reality show which she hosts herself and George's wife is a celebrity doctor. Both live in extreme luxury“ Maria replied confidently. “Why bring their wives into this?“ “You asked what they had in common or didn't you?“ Forget it. What are you insinuating? Is this kind of a business thing? But if it is why not just hire hitmen to do it, why the white bloody rose, the drugging, it's obscure. Normally, when businessmen or politicians want to take down their rival or opponents, they hire desperados to do the job, you can get an assassin in the black markets for a decent

Leo wasn’t one to get sick - not to this extent. I knew almost instantly that he must have been introduced to something foreign and send a text to Paul to interview Charlotte. I make sure to let him know that it was a matter of urgency and that the matter of retrieval could be overlooked if necessary. I’m holding Claire as she sobs when he calls me and screams urgently. “What did you just say, Paul?” “Thallium! The bitch used thallium! It was on the blade!” I look at Claire and whisper that I have to speak with the doctor and barge into Leo’s room. The nurses try to clock me as they control Leo’s condition.

“Uncle, I know Emily didn’t finish her last exam. As parents, you must feel awkward about it. You wanted to save her some face. We get that. “But really, there’s no need to make up stories about it, right?” He glanced around the room, his tone turning mocking. “The Harvard Early Admission list leaked on the school network last month. I even asked my cousin to check, at State High School this year, Emily Quinn’s name isn’t on the list.” At that, Liam, sitting at the next table, immediately chimed in. “I knew it. Emily’s just a clever student, but Early Admission at Harvard? That’s ridiculous! “Photoshopping a letter to fool everyone, does she think no one checks online?”

"Then whoever's threatening you will eventually get what they want. And you'll end up dead or in jail. Either way, the journal disappears. At least with my offer, you survive." I look at the torn page in my hands. At Dad's final words that don't actually solve anything. James is dead. The real killer is gone. All that's left is the stolen technology and the empire Marcus built on it. "I need to think about it," I say. "You have twenty-four hours. After that, my offer expires and you're on your own." He nods to the driver. "Take her wherever she needs to go." I get out of the car. Stand on the sidewalk watching it drive away.

A breath slips free of my lips. “Tessa.” She strides toward me. “Are you okay? Did the guards hurt you?” Her palms gently touch my skin and shoulders, checking for wounds. “No. I am good.” My lips answer. “How did you do it?” Jay questions. “The only thing I am good at is making chemicals. The blue paint is a strong chemical mixed with a red one. The water drains the red chemical first, then blue.” “We can clean them in hot water and the original red color will be back.”