Uryū Bleach Novels & Stories

I quickly followed him as he led me up the staircase and opened a door, revealing his room. I wouldn't have known what to expect, but it wouldn't be this. His room was clean and organized. The walls were light grey, a large bed in the middle of the room. A flat screen tv laid on the wall across. A dressed against one wall, two recliners diagonally facing a large windowed door that led to a balcony. He even had a bookshelf against one wall. It just—wasn't what I would have imagined. It was mature and sleek—not dark and messy with posters of nude women on the walls.

"Oh yeah? You're really great honey. Well, I'll wait for the serum to arrive tomorrow, okay." "Okay my husband. Remember, you have to inject the serum into him. And I also sent 1 antidote, it's useful for you. If you get bitten, then drink the antidote. Because infected people's teeth contain a strong poison to kill. So my husband , be careful." "You take it easy and trust me all." Lili is a woman full of ambition. Ever since he teamed up with a great scientist who was once excommunicated, they also created a crazy serum.

“You’re not meant to be Alpha Ryu.” An outburst of laughter erupted behind me. It was Ryu, and he was hideous, with blood rolling out of his eyes and a silver sword in his hands. I suppose someone had given it to him while Kyle was busy speaking. “I slashed your hand, and you think you’ll survive my sword aura?” He chuckled, his hands on the handle as he swung it towards Kyle. I felt the heat as the air from the blade moved towards Kyle. “So this is Sword Aura.” I murmured, “Is he an elemental?”

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.

Beth's POV "Sir Ralyks, I’d like you to meet Yuri. She’s one of the best fighters in the KariBlanc combat force," Aldred said warmly, gesturing towards her. Beside Aldred stood a woman with a bright smile on her face. Her hair was a bright shade of pink, cropped short just above her shoulders. Her eyes sparkled like emeralds in the sunlight, reflecting her confidence. Despite her warrior status, Yuri’s appearance was unexpectedly casual.

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.

Those eyes are the pure blue-green of the ocean which can drown anyone in its current, along with its long curly eyelashes like the waves which can pull you in its depth. But then suddenly there is a knock at the door. I immediately look away, my heart beating fast as if I’ve just committed a grave sin. Eren’s eyes narrowed. “Let me see.” He gets up from the couch and walks to the door. I follow him and stand behind. He opens the door and I smile as I see the least expected person. Azure Heredia. “Azure.” I say which makes Eren frowns. “What are you doing here?” Azure is breathtaking. He is of white skin, with azure blue eyes. His face is squarely shaped and perfectly shaved. As for his hair

But for Alex, he automatically knew who it was as he immediately recognized his white hoodie that got splattered with paint in the colors of the rainbow. He scrolled up and as the caption, he simply had a blue heart emoji. "Blue."

“Your stuff’s in the closet. Uniforms, towels, bedding. They measured you from the hospital records. Everything should fit.” I opened the closet door. Rows of black blazers, white shirts, red ties, dark trousers—all in my exact size. The emblem on every breast pocket: the shield, the bat, the single blood-drop tear. Like the school was crying for something it already killed. Fresh towels stacked on the shelf. A pair of black boots on the floor. Even socks. Black, of course. I turned back to the box on the bed, flipped the lid. Inside: a sleek black phone, the BludHeaven logo etched into the back. No brand name, no model number—just the bat and the tear. A charger. A folded note on top.

Practically shoving the baby wipes at Erin, I skipped over to him knowing where he was going with this. The tank on the back of the toilet was partially full. But it was full enough for my purposes and I gratefully plunged my hands into the cold water. Glee spread through me as I watched the blood slowly melt off my hands. Then without a second thought I splashed the water up on my face and sighed with relief as I watched it drip down back into the tank. I dunked my hair in it as best I could and tried hard to scrub it down. Once I was done, I grabbed my shirt to wipe down with it when someone stuck a white cloth in front of my face. Once I dried my face off with the cloth I glanced down at