Treachery Bleach Novels & Stories

"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.”

"Amaranth, you must have been begging me to save you, too, didn’t you? You must have felt so hopeless because of my dismissal. I could have saved you…" Then, tears began to stream from his face. "And yet, I chose to save this murderer and abandoned you… You and our baby. You must hate me..." Soon, the flames spread throughout the room. Reya had curled up from the pain of being scorched alive. She ended up in a similar state I was in when I died. Despite witnessing the tragedy, there was nothing I could do to call for help. Luther looked on at the horrifying display before calmly stepping into the column of smoke.

empty of everything but despair. Darius stepped over her, his palms outstretched "The traitors blood pays for their tretchery" he announced to the circle. "Let this be a lesson to all" Lena AMETHYST?!? We are not done, I'm here. The sound of howling filled the clearing and Darius spoke once more "Justice is done, Steeleclaw is cleansed of their wrongdoers, we will forget the acts of treason and move towards a bright future, I AM YOUR NOW ALPHA"

The damn had broken long back and the tears I was trying to control were now freely cascading down my cheeks. He clenched his fist causing him to hiss in pain. His bloodied knuckles looked really painful. Ignoring my gaze on him, he strode upstairs. Wiping my eyes, I quickly rushed after him. Following him into his room and then into his washroom, I saw him pulling out the first aid kit. Just as he opened it, I snatched it from his hands. "Brae, give it back." Without listening to him, I brought his hand under cold water. I poured antiseptic liquid on some cotton

Killian gasped, his eyes wild and bloodshot, "then I’ll be something better. I’ll be the one who kills the monster." He smashed the vial on the floor. A thick, grey fog began to fill the room—not the Void, and not the Shadow. It was The Blight—the ancient poison specifically designed to kill Primals. My mother screamed as the fog touched her skin, her silver light flickering out. Malachi tried to reach me, but the fog was a physical barrier, choking the life out of anyone who wasn't a "Pure" wolf. I stood in the center of the poison, the bone crown glowing brighter and brighter. I was the only one who could breathe.

I want to scream, to pull him back to the mansion, but I’m just a ghost in this darkness, watching my boy fight for his life. The haze shifts, and I see Levin in the mansion’s war room, his broad shoulders tense, his dark eyes locked on a fake bloodstone. It’s a witch’s trick, glowing crimson like the real thing, but it’s a lie meant to fool Damon’s pack. I feel Levin’s plan—a gambit to make Damon’s wolves see ghosts at the ritual ground, to buy time to save me and end this war. But it’s risky, and my heart twists with fear. Jerry’s got the real shard, and if Damon finds out, it’s over.

Something in her shifted. And in that moment of hesitation, I struck. Not to kill. Just to stop. A pulse dart into her neck. She dropped. Not dead. But empty. --- POV: Alex I downloaded the files in twelve minutes flat. Blueprints. Genetic charts. Financial records. Everything. As the last byte loaded, the screen flashed. Remote detonation triggered. I ran. Found Mia and Echo just outside the compound gate. Behind us, the mansion exploded. Flames licked the sky. And in that blaze, something died. But something else began.

The "Total Deletion" of the Deep Web was not a sudden explosion; it was a "Bleaching" of the soul. As the Merchant-Moderator unleashed its "Formatting Frequency," the vibrant, violet-gold lilies of Kaelen’s "Crystalline Garden" began to fade into a flat, scentless grey. The mercury-sea turned into a solid, white-glass floor, and the "Failed Protagonists" unwove into streams of "Neutralized Code."

Calla Blake stared at the spreading puddle of ruined chemicals, his face twisted with horror. For several seconds, he stood frozen, watching months of research dissolve into toxic steam. Then he smiled. The expression sent ice through my veins. This wasn't the desperate panic I expected from someone who'd just lost everything. This was the look of a man who still had cards to play. Blake reached behind him and pulled out two vials from a hidden compartment. One glowed with the same blue-green light as the destroyed compounds. The other was filled with dark red liquid that I recognized with growing dread.