Eye Scar Anime Novels & Stories

I attempted to narrow my fuchsia eyes to focus on her presence, my irises caught the light of the sun only to reveal the gradual shifts in colour making the cornea appear like a brilliantly cut pink garnet, the jewels that made up my eyes were mesmerizing as I glared at Anele. Her eyes burned a hole into my skull as she narrowed her perfectly arched eyebrows in disgust, the corner of her lips twitched slightly as her perfectly poised expression faltered slightly, she tilted her head to the side slightly as she bit down on her tongue from frustration. Cian nipped at the tip of my ear with the edge of his canine grazing the arched point. “You shouldn’t be here, Anele,” Cian murmured. “You don’

Takamatsu saw Yinito speak as she tried to wipe Isekai's tears, he had pick the little girl four years ago from a pile of corpse just after his wife died. "am I really being a bad father , Takamatsu can't help asking himself as he looked at Isekai's eye, he has always felt like he is looking at Asuka when ever he looks at Isekai's eye, Isekai eye was exactly the replica of his mother's own, his pupil was a bit brownish with something like a fire wheel on them.

And he didn't even blink. The whitish scars on the animal's skin were visible through the thick fur, showing through in patches, not as bright as on a human face. Mind realizing that it was Arnar, Lily still could not be angry, no matter how hard she tried. There were no harsh words from which he covered with a wave of resentment and bitterness, an eternal frown pointing to his place, only fatigue in the reflection of yellow eyes. Pleasant warmth flowed through the girl's body, but Lilya, having briefly enjoyed the calmness, suddenly started up.

But my hope dies out quickly when I notices the differences, this person standing here wasn't the Kenji that I know. They look a like but there is a slight difference, this guy here has a crazy look in his eyes and he has a scar over his right eye making it completely white. Perhaps he's blind on that eye, I look at him but he just stands there and looking down on the hole in the floor. A minute later Holly comes in and he points at it, she looks down and then looks at me and frowns. I study the Kenji look a like with interest, ignoring my crazy sister.

My cold words sliced him to the bone, leaving Scar Face gutted with fear. “It wasn’t me! It was him! It was his idea! I didn’t plan to hurt you!” He started to scream again. Big Eyes’ eyes flashed with malice, and he shoved Scar Face hard toward me. “Sorry, bro!” “Ahh!” Scar Face’s desperate scream cut off in an instant. The moment his body touched the invisible ghostly aura radiating from me, he dissolved instantly like sugar in hot tea, leaving no trace behind! Big Eyes used that shove to hurl himself toward the edge of the rooftop, screaming into the void.

Below it, another name. RENJI MORI. Hayate closed his eyes. The lamp at the end of the room flickered. A man stepped from behind the cages. Thin. Grey-haired. One side of his face pulled tight by burn scars. He held a chain in one hand. At the end of it knelt a boy no older than twelve. The boy looked up. Same dark eyes as Hayate. Same scar through the left brow. Hayate made a sound I had never heard from him before.

He made it seem like I could easily rip Sylvia into pieces with just my sight. I only realized I had tears streaking down my face when I felt Marcus' hand on my cheek. "Don't cry, honey. I'm sorry. Please listen to me, okay? It's not what you think…" Marcus kept wiping my tears away in a fit of panic, but he could never stem my tears no matter how much he wiped. In the end, he just pulled me into his arms and began comforting me in soft tones. At the same time, he prevented me from looking at Sylvia.

Until now, she’s been running on anticipation and adrenaline, but as she takes in his appearance, she realizes she’s truly seeing him for the first time. They haven’t exchanged pictures or discussed aesthetics, only their eyes—eyes being the gateway to the soul, after all. She notices a large scarification pattern winding up his left side and over his shoulder, a maze of swirling designs that remind her of the sky in Vincent van Gogh’s “Starry Night.” She’s so distracted that she doesn’t notice Eamon turn back toward her. Eamon faces Liliana, taking in her form once more, this time with the intent of admiring her up close.

Better to begrudgingly accept being awake that teased by the notion of a nap, only to be jarred out of it violently. Haru’s chocolate eyes of his are as wide as I’ve ever seen them when is ever scruffy head turns to the back of the class. That nose of his really could track a fart through water, but even I get that Ayame’s here, and even if it’s a little sweeter than usual. There is no mistaking her unique botanical scent……… 5: Hiro - The Canopy

"Look." By now Noctis was almost raging inside my head. I felt his desire spreading through my body. "Look at her face, Zade. That is her." I stepped closer. When the men noticed me approaching they ran away like cowards. The girl remained alone in the middle of the circle, breathing hard. When she turned toward me the sunlight struck her face. My breath caught. Her eyes were wild emerald green, filled with pure hatred. But what stopped my heart was the scar. Under her right eye, exactly on the cheekbone, a thin cut ran across her skin almost in the same place where my own scar marked my face.