Itachi Bleeding Eyes Novels & Stories

She stopped fighting it and as slowly as the droplets of rain came on her body, so also did new blood arise inside her veins. Images of her mother, Chloe, Tina, Brady, her father, Zeidan, and lastly her daughter flashed through her closed eyes and it was as if the wind that blew on her came together with strength. As she flung her eyes open, they were no longer red but a mixture of red and blue with stringing lighting of white. Her eyes looked like a ball of lightning or a cackle of electricity. She clenched her fist and dug them into the floor. The first one, the second one, slowly. Lyne could hear the swooshing of blades behind her, and cries of men who get killed. She didn't see anything

“She told me I need to face what I’m running from, and that was my feelings for you. She’s behind this union, by the way. In fact, she was the one who saw the Thread as well.” “Oh,” is all I say while feeling like an idiot. “Those people you killed, they were innocent people?” That smile slips from his lips again, and he nods. “They’re the reason my eyes are like this-” he trails off and looks at me. His eyes shimmer red, but now they’re different… the whites of his eyes are black while the iris remains crimson. My hand goes to my chest. “Oh!” I exclaim and watch as he recoils at my reaction. I take his hand in mine and shake my head. “Sorry, I just got a fright.”

I say as I look at Mei pleadingly, “You’re the only one who can heal her. Even if they don’t execute her, she’ll still die. Makkares can’t heal hemlock poisoning. You’re her only chance.” Mei looks at me thoughtfully and after a moment, walks over and gently places her hand on my cheek. Instinctively, I want to pull away, but I’d rather not offend her, so I stay perfectly still. I watch as her chocolate brown eyes shift to reveal intense gold reptilian eyes. I can’t help but stare in surprise. I’ve seen nagata eyes before, but they were all green, I’ve never seen a nagata with golden eyes before, but I’ve never met nagata royalty before either.

he concludes with a small tear on his face looking at his face so sad that it breaks my soul to see him this way, I feel how everything moves so slowly but at the same time so fast that I don't realize what is happening or if I am just dreaming. The traitorous sword is thrust into his body, from his stomach to his sword completely staining his clothes with fresh blood and the sword draining. I can't believe it, my eyes open as if they want to come out of their sockets, tears flow one by one, the blood is so fresh that the smell of it permeates the air, time stands still in just that moment "Satoshi...", I get lost in Satoshi's cold eyes staring into my father's, my dear dad spitting his bloo

Like squeezing his head and he can't do anything, just feeling the pain, and it hurts so much he would cry. HE felt liquid falling from his eyes. Thou he knew he wasn't crying. It was a black liquid coming out from his eyes. He opened his eyes, and his vision was slightly covered by black blood. He could see his father standing at the side of the room. "Alkhun..." Alkhun opened his eyes.

Blood pours from the corner of his eye, thick and fast, sliding down his cheek like a crimson tear. I tilt my head, studying it like an artist appraising his canvas. Then I twist. Not fast. Not deep. Just enough to shred the muscle behind the eye. His whole body convulses. War doesn't flinch. He just stares—stone-still, jaw clenched, tracking every drop like he's memorizing it. Like he needs to see him suffer as badly as I do. When the eye finally collapses, leaking pulp and blood, I pull the pick free. It makes a soft, wet pop as it slides loose.

My heart pounded, my veins burned, and then the Eye turned against me. The powerful vision snapped shut. The backlash struck like a hammer. An invisible weight crushed me, hurling my body across the room. I slammed forcefully against the stone wall with a sickening crack. Air burst from my lungs, blood spraying from my lips as pain exploded through my ribs. "Ghh-" I gagged, my hand clutching my chest. The metallic tang of blood filled my mouth, dripping down my chin. My vision swam, the world tilting in dizzying spirals. The Eye, once open, now left behind a searing scar within my mind, its whispers echoing faintly as if mocking me.

"Run. You have to run." "No, I'm not leaving you!" I shouted, my tears finally blurring my vision as I cupped his chiseled jaw. "You're the Blackthorn Alpha. You don't fall. Fight it!" His eyes were open, but the pitch-black alpha dominance was fading fast, the pupils contracting as his vision blurred. The deep claw marks across his chest were bleeding heavily, the dark red blood pooling on my skin. He tried to speak, his jaw moving, but only a low, weak rumble left his throat before his eyes fully rolled back.

I immediately got off Brat and started examining her wound. Suddenly I was hit by the smell of Kagome's blood but it didn't come from her. I immediately turned just to see a hooded figure with a bright yellow eye staring at us from above the branches of the trees. Its hands had long thick claws laced with Kagome's blood. The blood drips from his curved claw.

He finally had a little space to himself, as he quickly rolled to the side while using a Chinese get-up technique to recover back on his feet. He leaped back up again to get more distance, before squinting his eyes a bit to adjust to his current uneven sight due to the deep dash on his face. The cut to his face, despite not directly impacting his eye succeeded in blinding his left eye, as the eye remained shut from the force directed at his face. His last still functioning eye seemed just like a parch up, as the blood flowing from his face clouded his view. The pictures transmitted to his brain were all painted with a bloody hue, as it seemed like he transmigrated into a world facing an apoc