Treachery Bleach Novels & Stories

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.

The broadcast hijacked every screen in Manhattan. “The Red Slaughter,” Serena’s voice purred, calm as silk over static. “Bianca Clay led the assault that murdered forty-seven innocents. The dynasty has fallen to the disease it once claimed to cure.” Bianca watched from the darkened control room as her own face looped across global feeds frozen mid-command, eyes lit by fire. No one saw the detonators, the trap, the screams swallowed by red light. Only her. The villain Serena needed.

he asked. Her voice was equal parts cold and casual as she answered. "Moderate amounts of Drano and bleach in his bathtub drain. He lived in a shitty place with no CCTV, and he was so intoxicated with a filthy, cramped, free-standing house that the cops were just going to write it off as him being a drunk idiot." "What does Drano and bleach do?" She tilted her head. "Toxic vapors. He took a single shower in the morning, still fresh out of being blackout drunk, and he was out just like that."

Just a warning icon on the cap. "Scent-mimicry," Joshua muttered. He held it up to the light. "Concentrated jasmine. Synthetic Alpha-tears. You're desperate, aren't you, Bianca?" He reached into his lab coat pocket. He pulled out another vial. It looked identical. Same shape. Same amber glass. But the liquid inside was clear. "Scent-stripper," Joshua whispered. "One drop and the synthetic bonds dissolve. Permanent neutralization." He unscrewed the cap of Bianca's drug. He poured it down the drain. He filled her vial with the clear liquid, sealed the cap, and tucked it back into the padded envelope.

through the Bio-Ships, attempting to rewrite the crew's DNA into a blank slate. "They’re trying to 'Bleach' us!" Lucas shouted, his arm vibrating with a high-frequency lunar-chime. "They’re hitting us with 'Zero-State' radiation! The ship’s pulse is slowing down!" Audrey closed her eyes, sinking deeper into the neural-helm. "Give them the 'Soot.' Give them the 'Steam.' Don't let the ship be silent. We are the 'Static' in their silence."

Inside the vial was a thick, black liquid. When a drop hit the ground, it sizzled as it corroded the ground. The smoke was so biting that it made it difficult for Richard to open his eyes. This was not the golden Moonlight Antidote. This was Void Poison, the deadliest toxin known to werewolves. It could make one's soul wither before it devoured the flesh. Marcus stared at the spreading black stain by his boots. "This..." He muttered under his breath before looking up at me, and the disgust in his eyes hurt me more than he would ever know. "This is what you have in your pouch?! You've been carrying this very thing that can kill your sister?!"

The me that hated her and her presence in my house and her body filling my shirt and that pussy that was still— “I found the cleaning supplies, Cass, I’m not so sure about the— “, Ice stopped, looked between me and Cassie before he placed some cleaning rag and a bottle of some shit that looked like bleach on the counter. Cassie turned around and I stood still where I was. Ice called her Cass? “Thanks so much, Ice. I really appreciate it, I’m sorry about the mess again” She was telling him, sorry? “It’s my kitchen”, I growled behind her, Red didn’t turn around to face me. “You found the bleach?” she lifted the bottle of supposed found bleach,” this will do, thanks” “You know if you want, I ca

Capitol route. "Amber." She does not look up. "What." "This." I hold one ampoule carefully between two fingers. Clear liquid, cloudy at the bottom. "This is what they used." Tjeck crouches beside me. "You know that?" "I remember pieces." My throat tightens. "Clinic room. Bleach. Clay. Numbered doses." The younger prisoner spits blood and laughs once, stupidly. "Told him it wouldn't hold forever."

I grabbed a match from the mantle and struck it. “What are you doing?” Silas roared, lunging for me. I dropped the match. The gilt-edged pages, soaked in the dry rot of twenty years, caught instantly. The secrets of the Ares empire—the murders, the bribes, the “Conditioning”—erupted into a wall of orange flame. “I’m clearing the site,” I said. Silas tackled me, the weight of him slamming me into the mahogany desk. We hit the floor, a tangle of limbs and fury. I felt the detonator fly from his hand, skidding across the floor toward the vault.