They couldn't stop him. He was too powerful. He killed them all... (Grim alternate-future novelette.)

When Aizen returned, alone but for Gin, to a sleeping town in an empty corner of Soul Society, he made a vital mistake. One that would cost him dearly... (A quick if-only about a non-existent Bankai, written as dialogue only. Enjoy!)

To grow stronger, you had to have someone to hate.

Rangiku once comforted Orihime when the younger girl needed it desperately. Now, it's Orihime's turn as Christmas comes to her aunt's tiny home town, and Rangiku makes an unexpected visit... (A very short GinRan one-shot.)

The King of the Gods is dead. The land, in chaos. The queen... plotting. (Ichiruki one-shot crossed with Egyptian Mythology.)

The Arrancar were not all as loyal as they might seem. A conspiracy rose in secret among their ranks, and these conspirators set forth a plan to escape Aizen's rule. Twenty-five years later, the effects of their plan are felt as a number of young citizens of Karakura are caught up in a dangerous plot to return to Soul Society, and defeat a monster long thought locked away...

The other Wishes called him "He who Cries." Everyone else had a real name, the same name as that of the human who had made the wish that brought them to life, but they could hardly call him Woven Princess. And so they named him for the fate they believed inevitable. (An Ulquihime alternate-universe short story.)

"Rangiku, there's been an accident." Her breath caught in her throat. "Gin?" she asked faintly, and she could hear Izuru's voice crack on the other end when he replied. "Yeah. Some idiot hit him with a car. He's critical." (An alternate-universe GinRan short story.)

What we are is not who we were. And the idea that only the vilest of beings become what we are... is a lie we need to correct. These are our tales. We, who are creatures of the night. (A {canceled} series of individual Bleach-universe short stories, connected by a common idea. Rated for violence.)

The hunter was careful not to disturb the silence as he carefully stepped through the snow. Fox spirits were fast, sly creatures, practically impossible to catch unless you were silent. Despite the difficulty of the hunt before him, however, he knew he couldn't afford to fail. He had to find the fox. (Based on a picture by AnHellica on DeviantArt, submitted with permission.)

"What was that? I finally get to see your Hollowfied Bankai Getsugatensho… and it's that?" Ichigo stuttered for a minute, uncertain how to reply, before finally managing a weak, "My Hollow has the flu."

As her life falls apart around her, she found herself returning to the same, dismal bridge. The bridge on which the pale stranger stood, day after day, in silence. Through his eyes, she begins to see things she never expected, the truth of the ghost on the bridge. ( An alternate universe short-story.)