Goblin Slayer Red Eye Novels & Stories

This Corpse Champion was more powerful that he would care to admit, perhaps even stronger than the hundred-year Corpse Puppet that he had seen at the Falling-jade Glow. Without waiting for everyone to recover from their shock and bewilderment, the Corpse Champion emitted a feral howl suddenly, its eyes turning maniacal red as if they were burning. Two red beams of light shot from his eyes, setting everything in its path ablaze and left only destruction in its wake. "Careful!" Xu Gu cautioned and chanted a spell. Six shafts of golden light shot down from the sky and protected everyone, at least for now.

I stated what I’d noticed before when they attacked the town, and I'm still not over the horrifying fangs that were about to eat me alive if Hayden didn’t save me in time. “That’s another thing about having red eyes in our world. Red ones indicate power, but the more it goes dark and bloody, it only means a deadly, dangerous nomad or rogue was, As I mentioned before, nowadays not every nomad or rogue was reckless and senselessly killed anyone or caused dispute if not manipulated or forced to do so.” It didn’t slip from my hearing the sudden seriousness in Hayden’s tone when she shared that with me. Something else was on her plate, and it might involve manipulation around rogues.

The light illuminated the figure’s hooded face from below, casting monstrous shadows. Then the hood fell back. Gasps ripped through the rogues. It was Melody. But not Melody. Her left eye gleamed unnatural emerald green, swirling like molten jade. Her right eye glowed blood red, burning with a wicked hunger. Her skin ripped like something alive was beneath it. She grinned. Too wide. Too sharp. Her fangs elongated. Wickedly curved. She grabbed the first rogue by its neck, lifting him with inhumane strength until his feet dangled in the air. He clawed at her fingers, choking but she didn’t flinch.

And in the chaos, she saw something—too quick, too strange. Not all of the rogues’ eyes glowed the same. One, higher up on the cliff, had eyes not feral yellow but a slick, unnatural red. He wasn’t fighting. He was watching. Directing. Her stomach turned cold. Before she could shout a warning, Draven’s wolf launched upward, claws catching rock, tearing his way toward the red-eyed figure. His roar was a promise of death. The watcher disappeared into the shadows before Draven reached him. Breathing shallowly, Elaria gripped her injured arm. She pushed back against the wall and forced herself to get up even though her knees wanted to give out. Kaelen was battling nearby, slicing through the rem

I'm just about to drive my blade through Jonathon’s heart, finally, after all the blood and games, when movement flashes at the edge of my vision. Instinct takes over. I pivot mid-strike, blade skimming wide as I counter with my elbow, narrowly blocking the oncoming blow. The force behind it stings. He steps out of the shadows, tall, composed, his black hair slicked back like he walked out of an old portrait, but those eyes, those glowing red eyes, scream hunger, control, obsession.

He had to move. He snatched the cube. It was cold and vibrated unpleasantly in his hands. He dashed back toward the carriage, but as he drew near, the cube pulsed violently. A ghoul—a smoky, semi-corporeal horror with glowing red eyes and clawed hands—materialized from the shadows and slammed into him.

Silvia muttered shakingly. “Elaborate elf.” “He was highly reluctant to let us dress him as a female and throughout the entire process with his agitation high I observed him and could confirm that his eyes bled red. A deep red with a phantom of a rose within which only I saw due to my precise eyesight,” Silvia reported. As she was affinated by a feline beast it wasn't shocking that her eyesight was that accurate. There was a dreadful silence for a while before Artalio suddenly stood up and with a roar exclaimed-

Their bodies twisted and wrong. "Shadow spawn," Ronan said. "The beast made them." "How many?" Elara asked. "Too many." They attacked all at once. I swung my sword at the first one. Cut it in half. But it just reformed and came at me again. "They're not dying!" I shouted. "Aim for the eyes," Ronan yelled back. "It's their weak point." I stabbed the next one through its red eye. It shrieked and dissolved into black smoke.

"Don't worry, baby. I'm alright." Only when Cher heard my weak voice reassuring her did she cry out loud. Marcus hurried down the stairs at that moment. When he saw blood tainting the corner of my lips, he was so panicked that he shoved Cher to the side, causing her head to bang against the floor. "Honey—" I used all of my strength to slap Marcus. "Is this your so-called promise? How dare you draw blood from Cher! Marcus Lambert, I hope you'll suffer from a fate worse than death!"

[Eager for or marked by the shedding of blood, violence, or killing but was restricted because of the promise contract to the Host that the poisonous blood thirsty GU is currently residing in to supplement its body] The blood thirstiness Gabriele a while ago disappeared in a flash after system ‘Eye’ once again occupied filling the black hole, letting the blood thirsty GU that was about to burst out after preparing himself, to retract his insect body and gone to where his usual place is with a dejected atmosphere surrounding him. If System Eye knows that Gabriele only regarded his absence that it was just a ‘short period of time’, he will really cry so hard on the spot that there might be flo