Novel & Cerita Itachi Bleeding Eyes

The flames of jealousy licked at his composure, pushing him to the edge of reason as he raced towards them with a recklessness born of wounded pride. Meanwhile, Kaito, ever vigilant to the shadows that clouded Iden's mind, trailed behind with his loyal retinue, their presence a silent testament to the storm brewing on the horizon. Ellaya's world wavered, tears blurring her vision, her cheeks throbbing with pain. Sensing her anguish, Iden's grip loosened, and he threw her down with brutal force. She stumbled, crashing onto the sharp remnants of glass scattered across the ground. Pain contorted her features, and a tortured moan escaped her lips upon impact.

I had seen it with Hunter, so I knew what it looked like. Suddenly, my mind's eyes opened, and I could see it. Just as I imagined it. Controlling the flow was the next thing in Jade's instructions. “I can do this,” I whispered to myself. I felt Viktor tighten his grip on my hand. “I have to.” I focused my mind hard on the sickening venom inside me, and then I pushed. Hard. A soul-wrenching scream tore from my lips as my body responded violently. I could hear Viktor's exclamation as my nose began to bleed from the thick, black liquid. Then my eyes also began to bleed. Then my skin—the pores of my skin oozed with thick, black liquid.

Warmth pours down my abdomen. I scream—not from fear, but fury—and unleash everything. Magic detonates outward, tearing bodies apart, incinerating hybrids mid-scream. The ground around us melts to glass. When the smoke clears, I’m on one knee, shaking. Bleeding. My hands are slick with it. The main hybrid staggers back, clutching his side, breathing hard, blood pouring from wounds that refuse to close. His eyes are wild now, unfocused, power flickering dangerously around him.

"Hey. Talk to me. I need to hear your voice." Dante drifted up beside her, his body stiff. When he lowered his hands, Elara gasped. The blue rings around his irises hadn't consumed his eyes, but they were vibrating violently, bleeding a faint, luminescent mist into the whites of his eyes. Blood was weeping steadily from his tear ducts, freezing into crimson crystals in the zero-G environment.

But it was his eyes that had Rebecca’s hand locked firmly onto the hilt of her dagger. Lucian’s silver irises had bled into a blinding, solid white light, completely devoid of pupils, radiating a profound, cosmic power that illuminated the dark corners of the bedroom. He was staring straight ahead into nothingness, his breathing shallow and rhythmic, his entire anatomy acting as a living lightning rod for a psychic current that was vibrating through the stone floorboards.

My vision flickered and spots of black clouded my sight, but I did not know why. It could not be grief, could it? That would be too humiliating. 'Lana Branch, you really misjudged him, didn't you?'

We don’t always use our Alpha titles during sex, but sometimes it’s fun and this is one of those nights. “Goddess, yes. I need to feel you inside me. Please.” She begs, practically whimpering, her emerald green eyes pleading with me. Those eyes. When Scarlett turns those big green eyes on you, it’s like she’s looking directly into your soul. It’s almost unnerving, yet at the same time, you never want to pull your eyes away from hers.

Only a priest's prayers could ensure that Daeleen received my eyes. Onlookers expressed envy, and some were even moved to tears by Samuel's devotion to Daeleen. What they did not know was that the romantic Capo they were admiring had plucked out his own wife's eyes, and that the owner of the eyeballs on display were now lying on a bed, staring into nothing but darkness. There was no painkiller being administered. All the moans from the pain left me panting for air, with only the ventilator to keep me from suffocating.