Treachery Bleach Novels & Stories

Everly sighed and was about to click out of it when something about the profile picture caught her attention. The troll’s picture was a man’s chest with a white t-shirt and on it, she could read a phrase that was absolutely gross and obnoxious: ‘Lyv’s look makes me hard as a Rock…’ Her last name was Rock, so the play on words wasn’t subtle. Those words written in the same shade of red as the one used for the cover of her new book, ‘Crimson Love’, absolutely sickened her.

"That’s not lead. That’s Void-Lead. The 'Rejected' isotope. The one that was supposed to have been purged during the First-Audit." "You want to know why I'm a 'Glitch'?" I said, my voice vibrating with the weight of a thousand dead worlds. "Because my mother didn't just sell me. She shielded me. She injected the lead to keep your parasites from ever finding the true core." I looked at the extraction-beam. I didn't try to stop it. I Infected it. I grabbed the beam with both leaden hands and poured every ounce of the "Dark-Grit" into the golden light. The gold turned black. The frequency began to stutter.

I shouted at her. “Looks like your mistress really cares for you.” Leigh ordered Marty to take Evan away and began the Heart-Devouring Curse. It was an ancient secret art that stripped a person’s flesh and bones while they were conscious. I watched Father helping Leigh to start the ritual. The two closest in blood to me in this world were trying to kill me. I sneered at him. “I hunted down the Snowmelt Elixir to ease the pain when your divine bones were extracted, Chloe. But you humiliated me in public, so don’t blame me for being ruthless.”

The turquoise liquid glimmered like a gemstone, and I couldn't help but feel pride swell in my chest. But I held back a darker secret, a creation born from desperation and chance. In a flurry of failed attempts, I had also managed to produce a lethal concoction I dubbed "Sudden Death." Unlike the antidote, it bore an unsettling shade of turquoise, bright and inviting at first glance. Still, under the glowing laboratory lights, it carried an eerie hue reminiscent of the ocean's depths, an ominous warning of its true nature.

"You don't have an option here, bitchy, you have to do it. Someone held up a tiny bottle or case… I couldn't tell. Whatever was inside it was in liquid form, it was green and glowing. Its incandescent light lightened up the darkness. "It's the antidote…” another one said, his voice deeper than the ocean. “I know death doesn't phase you as you've encountered numerous scenarios and came out unscathed… But you don't want to die now… Do you? With the truth about the treason that got your family killed still unravelled." He smiled cruelly. “And I do know you deeply desire to clear your parents' name… If you help us, Vera Clam, we will help you clear your family name and put your warrior spirit at

Their calculated move ensured their protection from the chemical assault. Unbeknownst to Miranda, she became an unwitting victim as she made her way back to Blake's mansion. Unaware of the drone lurking above, ready to unleash its payload, she stepped out of her car. In an instant, the chemical began to manifest on her skin, evoking a blood-curdling scream from her lips. Her body trembled uncontrollably, and within seconds, she disintegrated into a cloud of dust, leaving only remnants of her existence behind.

They hit the ground. ​I watched in horror as the mercury began to seep into the tiny cracks of our sanctuary's stone. Everywhere it touched, the pristine, silver-flecked white granite of the Spire began to dissolve into a dull, grey, foul-smelling sludge. It was a Nano-Blight—a molecular weapon designed to consume the very foundation of our home from the inside out. The Architects weren't going to fight us; they were going to unmake the ground we stood on.

If I had just been more diligent and checked Macie's hospital website, I would have noticed something was off. There was a difference between Henry and his brother. Apart from their personalities, Henry had a small mole at the corner of his eye, which his brother did not. When the truth finally came out, I clung to Macie, bawling my eyes out. "Why are you crying?" Macie asked, exasperated. "Because I thought I had betrayed you! I even dreamt of you chasing me with a scalpel," I sobbed. Macie laughed. "If you actually managed to betray me, that would be impressive. I don't think you have the brains for that."

Blood smears across the carpet, dark streaks that'll never come out. Good thing this place sees worse things than murder. The bathtub is barely big enough, but I manage to fold him inside. His head lolls at an unnatural angle. I turn away, focusing on the next step. Bleach. Lots of it. The motel's supply closet is a joke—just cleaning rags and half-empty bottles. But there's enough bleach to burn away DNA. I pour it over everything: the carpet, the walls, the doorknobs. The chemical smell makes my eyes water.

The only thing on Summers Hartley’s mind was revenge. Being a half-breed, she was born extremely weak and completely incapable of protecting herself or anyone, and that cost her. Her family was slaughtered, and her pack was reduced to ashes. As the Alpha heir to Silverguard pack, she swore to destroy the monsters responsible: the Bloodmoon pack. When the perfect chance for revenge arrives, she hides behind a new identity as the dying Alpha’s personal healer and enters the Bloodmoon pack. Every day she heals the pack, she has promised to destroy. Sworn to pay back the same hand, her mission is simple: poison the Alpha who murdered her people and, together with her uncle, destroy eve