Wako Mundo Bleach Novels & Stories

Until… “Those guys… I’m going to get back at them someday.” Says Akihiko while laying down and facing the ceiling. Suddenly a small white object flies in front of him and sits on his face. “Hahah… I’m fine. It’s okay, Pei.” He says after getting the white object off his face. The white object was a mini-spirit. It was incapable of harming anyone and was not strong enough to touch anyone other than those who could see it and most of all it was one of his only friends.

Kline responded cutting off Yoshiko's question. "She is unconscious when I reached her here and she just transformed. Sachiko is a silver-gray wolf" Kline explained looking at Sachiko. "You mean what happened a while ago is because she transformed?" The queen asks in disbelief. Kline looked up at the moon that had just turned back to its original color and nodded her head. Water started to stream down to the queen's cheek as she look at Sachiko. "My daughter" she mumbled just enough for Kline and Yoshiko to hear making them look into each other.

One line appeared across the whale skin. Then another. The white wolf shall open the first seal. The silver wolf shall break the second. The third shall open only beneath royal blood. Hayate stepped away from the table. “Royal blood belonging to whom?” Tsukiko’s face had gone pale. “The fragment never showed that line before.” A crack split the bowl. Water spilled over the table. Where it touched the floor, images formed. A city beneath the ocean. A crystal throne. A woman in white standing before a gate.

The view was just of the aquamarine sky. "I must be somewhere very high," Akira thought to himself. He didn’t bother to check on it because he was scared of what he might see outside. He stood up and walked around the room. And when he was finished looking around, Akira heard Daisuke speak. He looked around for him and noticed a smartwatch on his wrist. "Is that you Daisuke?" he asked. “Yes, Host. It is me. In each world, I will take on a form that will make it easier for me to assist you. Would you like to know your tasks in this world?”

- he added mercilessly. Aoi and Miyuki tried to reason with any of the vampires for a while, but one could see that if their leader disagreed, the rest of them followed him without a word of disagreement. Therefore, Miyuki and Aoi soon left the camp to return to Tokyo and think of another plan to stop the upcoming war, for each of them knew that if there will be a battle, no matter what the outcome of it, that one match would not end everything. One battle will result in another, and eventually the entire world will be plunged into a terrible war that will bring total chaos. ~~~~~~~~~

I slumped on the blue velvet couch, still rattled from Velan’s goons and rabid dogs, my hybrid blood itching under my skin—useless and restless. The key twisted in the lock and the door banged open, and Walda hobbled in, her gray hair sticking up like she’d stuck her finger in a socket. “Walda, you alright?” I jumped up with wide eyes. “What happened to you and Erasmus Bluthexer? He’s such a weasel, breaking the truce like that thinks vampires can just waltz in all over Berlin!” “Hmpf, in his dreams!” Walda snorted, leaning on her crooked staff. “Not as long as I’m kicking which is a damn long time Beatrice!” She winked at me, eyes glinting with that dark humor I loved.

Kharvek seized the moment, lunging forward with a brutal overhead strike. Adrian twisted— Too late. The blade grazed his shoulder. Pain flashed through him as blood spread quickly across the fabric of his shirt. A growl rippled through the room. Vaelreth’s claws tightened against the armrest of his throne. The demon general laughed. “Bleeding already, human?” Adrian ignored him. Instead, he shifted his stance. Calmer now. Focused. Kharvek attacked again. But this time Adrian moved first. He stepped inside the demon’s swing, pivoted sharply—

As soon as the waitress went to the manager in the kitchen, I hiked Natalia up under my arm and used my werewolf power to blur out of there. The only thing the patrons would’ve seen was something faster than their eyes could track. They said a magician’s hands were quicker than the eyes, but a werewolf in human form was twice as fast. Outside, the sounds of the Manhattan streets assaulted my ears and I was glad for the darkness. It was easier to blur with her in my arms and avoid any traffic or other cameras. Still, I made it look like she was drunk and hanging onto me in case anyone saw us. I pulled her closer as she tried to struggle against my hold. Her fresh scent of espresso with too mu

I suddenly felt a big hammer pounding my head, causing me to hold on to the bed frame and close my eyes because of dizziness. A sudden scene crossed my mind. Inside, the cell with a red werewolf facing Alarick and Convel. “A sanguis.” Both Alarick and Convel said as they were staring at a two-tailed red werewolf. In return, the red werewolf gave them a low growl. Instead of being scared, Alarick and Convel looked fascinated by the sight. The bloody color of the werewolf is shining as well as the two tails it keeps on swaying.

Violet was the first person he talked to about this issue. Violet sat quietly, she clenched her fists, if Osmund had shared with her about this matter, it meant that he had gradually trusted her. Violet smiled, she was happy about it. Violet doesn't need big things, just a small thing makes Violet happy. The clip in the laptop appeared, Maki wearing a Japanese kimono appeared, she smiled. Maki is the most powerful and knowledgeable vampire a werewolf knows. She doesn't harm humans, she doesn't invade werewolf territory. Violet also has a good feeling towards Maki.