histórias de Soulreaper

As the new bleach season is coming out i though i would mad a story i've been putting off for a while. Y/N is a 27 year old veterinarian who used to work as a chef to pay for is collage and Uni debt, One day while at work a tall, lean man with light skin and gray eyes. His hair was messy and light-blond (almost pale), with strands framing the sides of his face and hanging between his eyes, and he has chin stubble. He was wearing a dark green samue. The man walked in with a black cat and before Y/N could ask him any questions he vanished. read more

Y/n's Life finally returned back to how it used to be, by being substitute soul reaper and after dealing with Xcutions he thought he would have peace for a while but just when he thought that trouble comeback as hollows are suddently dissapearing in living world and all the traces are leading to Honnouji Academy, now Y/n has to find a way to stop what is going on there before it can endanger all words.

Y/n Kurosaki is living with his family in Kuoh. Though Y/n's live has always been weird since he can see ghosts and his mother died when he was 6 years old. But now his normal live is about to change forever.

Power granted by Sōsuke Aizen was not free, such is truth learnt by two Arrancars - Ayu Hisaka and Mavter Iwasaki. Thrown in the midst of his plans, forced to grovel in front of Soul Reapers they soon realize their task was never meant to be simple.

When a mysterious villain threatens to open the gates of Hell, Y/n has to meet with his past and find a way to put a stop to the villain before it happens while also finding answers about his family.

Lucina Laurence has always encountered strange monsters with masks, but she always brushed it off. But she has a dormant ability that will soon force her to face reality and go through a whirlwind of adventures. This used to be a fic a looong time ago but now I'm redoing it with a slightly different plot and less cringe Cover by me, made with Canva, image from make.girls.moe

Sonder- The realization that each passerby has a life as vivid and complex as your own. A young human child suffering with a poisoned mind of a happy childhood; when in reality it was petrifying abuse. Now a soul reaper who has survived the most scarring kind of past. But the presence of a new Hollow in Karakura town brings Sumire Saito back to a familiar sense of hatred. This is a Shuhei mini series!!! It should be no more than like ten chapters, that is if I don't get carried away 😂 **i do not own anything dealing with bleach**

Taylor Harrison a high schooler age 17 was in a recent car accident the injuries looked life threatening and he barely would survive until the doctors did a experimental procedure and gave him serum that unfortunately changed his genetic makeup and he was now a girl with brunette hair and blue eyes unfortunately for him he has to navigate through life now has a girl with no family after thier family died few years ago only a few friends and his girlfriend Banri but with everything turned upside down she now has to navigate through her new life and body and maybe sometimes life does give second chances

A year after Aizen's death the soul society was struggling to do its job, the problem is that some espada not only probably survived, but other old and new enemies and threats are coming back trying to "conquer" the soul society, hell, earth and get back Hueco Mundo, and our favorite substitute shinigami is almost fully"retired". A suspicious person appeared, and even though no one trusted him, he was willing to help he wanted something in exchange. With no past or friends, he's looking for something, but how much is he willing to sacrifice to get it?

A few measly months pass after Kaname Tossen betrayed the 13 Court Guard Squads and things have been improving. Squad Three was appointed a new Captain, Momo was recovering from her injuries nicely, and the majority of the Soul Reapers felt at peace once more. However, Shuuhei was still in shock from the events that had transpired. How could his Captain, his own mentor, abandon everything he worked so hard for? How could he do that without even giving it a second thought?! It was insane! Shuuhei just couldn't believe it, but he was forced too. So it came as no surprise when he doubted the rumors of a new Captain floating about. Especially the ones about the Captain for taking over Squad Nine. But it was true. Nobody knows who they are or anything about their past, and Shuuhei was starting to have doubts. Can they help so secretive really help to defeat Sosuke Aizen? Or is it all a trap and they will betray the Soul Society the Kaname?

A story that follows two individuals, adapting to life in Rukongai. As danger stalks from the shadows, how do they fare, fending for themselves each day?

[SEQUEL TO WHISPER] Soul Society's beloved vizard is back. As she finally awaken from her long sleep, she's faced with the tough decision of choosing her husband. [THERE WILL BE HEARTTHROBBING SCENES]

You're just a 15 year old girl with a 12 year old brother who moved to Karakura town. What you didn't know is many people are after you, and so is a boy your age. But he is there to protect you. Your life takes a turn of events when you meet him, and it might be for the best or the worst. But Ichigo is there. (Y/n): stay with me please? Ichigo: yeah, I will. I'll never leave you. No matter what okay?

A fruits basket fan story. Great Great Grand daughter of Kyo and Tohru Sohma her name is Misa Sohma. Shes 23 years old Her brother Joe Sohma. 26 years old He has a son and hes the rabbit. Due to his wife Misa adopts Kaito Sohma. Hes now 4 years old. They decided to move to Florida. Misa gets into accident. She meets someone. He looks and acts mean but is he really?

Yasu Kurosaki was an ordinary girl in the town of Karakura. Well as ordinary as one can be when you can see ghosts. Follow the Albino with health issues and her dearest reckless twin brother Ichigo through their adventures as they become Soul Reapers.

A short story in the shinigami universe of bleach with own characters. The boundary between the souls of the deceased and the living has weakened after the attack on karakura town. The living are no longer safe from the hollows that continue to grow in strength. One shadow follows the path of one of the living,waiting in the dark for the right moment. But will the shadow strike the living or the dead that haunt them?

Ray keeps his world small on purpose: dawn runs by the river, groceries in a cloth bag, tea poured for a cedar shrine that bears more silence than names. To most he's just a kid in a hoodie with careful eyes. But his palm remembers the weight of a sealed blade-Nanaka no Ryūjin-and the seven quiet voices that sleep inside it. One of those voices sounds like a teacher; another sounds like a mother; all of them ask the same thing: choose. He doesn't hide. He counts steps, maps shadows, and practices leaving and arriving until space itself knows his habit. He refuses to forget the night everything went wrong, or the pale marks left by those who write endings with silver. He wants one thing and has wanted it since he was small: to answer the Quincy who took his family with something sharper than memory. Most days are gentle. He learns the city's pulse-the way the bridge hums at noon, the way the alley cat grants pardons, the way a broom on shrine steps can feel like armor. He eats in quiet, trains without applause, and keeps his promise to the street: if he cannot make it safe, he will at least make it honest. Nanaka walks beside him where no one can see, correcting his footwork, teasing his pride, reminding him that wrath is a tool, not a heartbeat. There are rumors inside him he cannot verify: a face in authority that might recognize his mother in the angle of his jaw; a blade that shouldn't exist. On certain nights the sky feels numbered, as if someone is counting down from a place he can't reach. On certain mornings, hollows thin from the edges of town as though an unseen cloth has wiped the day clean. He files these things where he keeps useful fears. The seven voices wake in order; the city's map wakes with them. Somewhere far away, old debts practice being due. Somewhere very near, a boy in ordinary clothes walks toward whatever is coming with a vow louder than his blade and a quiet that refuses to break first.