Itachi Bleeding Eyes Novels & Stories

Wolves who fall back half a step or find a reason to look at the floor. The back of my neck tingles, and I look at the witch who’s sitting opposite where I’m standing. It’s like she’s drawing my attention to her, demanding it. Our eyes meet and that tingle turns to something more. Something much worse. My eyes. My eyes are bleeding. I turn, half-blind, to the guard standing beside me. “Help me,” I beg before collapsing against him.

Instinctively Elvious distanced himself from the youngman even though he sensed no magic at the kid at all. The arrived man stared at the three immortal for awhile who happens to have a shocked on their faces, then the young man faced the wounded Nicholai. However, Nicholai strucked with an uncontrollable emotions. E.J's eyes are back to normal now. It show his bluish oceanic eyes. How could Nicholai forget those eyes. How could he forget the feeling just looking at it. Tears stream again from his eyes, while feeling the most intense kind of emotion of longing.

I held my breath as I flicked on the light, half expecting an angry Alpha sitting in the chair across from me, but the orange glow of the chandelier revealed the room to be empty. “Oh boy, that looks bad.” I said to myself as I approached the bathroom mirror, exhaling sharply as I saw the skin around my eye turning a sickening purple colour. A layer of earth and debris coated my body and the gash above my eyebrow where Adrian’s boot had connected with my head was an angry red, now coated with sticky dried blood which streaked the entire right side of my face and neck. I inwardly groaned as I stepped into the shower, watching the clear water turn muddy as it trailed down my body and into the

Pathetic right? The whole shooting, jumping, sneaking and all that was finally telling on me, my eyes were getting heavy but I struggled to keep them open. I felt like if I closed my eyes, when I open them I'll be in the Italian Don's claws. I kept moving my head from side to side. Till my eyes couldn't take it anymore, the tiredness was too much as darkness consumed me.

When he reached up, he could feel two solid plastic tubes sticking out of his eye sockets! The other samurai had almost been motivated and ready to follow him for a death charge, only for that rally call to turn into a scream. They turned toward the samurai and were horrified to watch as he bled crimson out of his eye sockets, his screams immediately blood-curdling! It was such a gruesome sight that Yoshitaka retched loudly while Kokomi had to look away in fear. Tanya herself was afraid to even look at the bodies at first, but now, the gruesome sight seemed to invoke her morbid curiosity, peeking at the dead samurai and their blinded leader.

he whispered and tried thinking but his head threaded and there was a heavy pouring of pain in his head, it hurts so much just when he was about to recall what has happened, it felt like his head was been crumpled on the marble floor. Then there was moisture on his forehead, he used his palm to wipe it and glanced at it, what he saw was blood, his blood. He trembled at the sight of this, he has never seen blood before but at that moment he was seeing his, he felt like rolling on the floor and screaming in pain, but he was nearly an adult he'd wanted to keep his cool, he thought. Hinata might see that if at all he does that, it would tarnish his hot image in her mind.

It blew smoke out of its mouth, igniting them and burning them off its side. The blast left an indelible trace, and the dry and fragile scales that were burned up by the blast began to fall off its limbs one by one. The vurhan charged for another blast with a barbequed hand. Slejj leapt in front of the girls and Daito, throwing his hands in the air, conjuring up yet another distortion in their path. It spewed specks into the air, forming a massive barrier. Daito had a hard time opening his eyes. Blood clots beneath his eyelids made it painful, and his eyelids rolled up, snapping and dropping the dried blood to the ground. Uncontrollable dizziness resulted from the pulsing pain coursing throu

I watched impassively as he collapsed onto the spread of glass shards on the floor. His embrace used to bring me warmth and comfort. Now, it brought me nothing but disgust. Marcus couldn't care less about the fresh injuries he got from the shards. He shifted to his knees and began crawling toward me slowly. Two long trails of blood extended from behind him. He thought he could cancel out the damage he had inflicted on me by getting hurt himself. Soon, Marcus hugged me once again, his senses completely overwhelmed by panic and anxiety. He buried his face into the crook of my shoulder as he began whimpering sadly.

The powder stung my eyes, burning them. Another sharp stab was accompanied by the heat of the silver. *Help* I cried out through the link. With my eyes blinded, I couldn’t see the next attack and felt the cool blade pierce through my skin, low on my back. I lashed out, trying to inflict any damage I could on the assailants. Fuck, I thought. I was handicapped. In the background, the sounds of Arcas’ and Orion’s beast tearing at each other apart reached my ears. I rubbed my eyes, my vision blurry but my eyes were healing and I could make out the shape of a large shifter, with white hair and violet eyes.

The always hidden face was visible in front of Hana. Traces of being tortured by someone were imprinted on Sirrius' face. The irises disappeared completely as if they had been cut off by something. Sirrius could only use one remaining eye. Hana didn't let her soft emotions take hold for too long; the next arrow launched by her faster than before.