Itachi Eye Bleeding Novels & Stories

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.

Hearing your thoughts and seeing what you can see… What's the difference? I did not reply. I merely showed her what the difference was. In front of Snowie's stunned gaze, I thrust my finger into my right eye and forcibly plucked my eyeball out. Of course, there would not be blood or gore. After all, my right eye was a prosthetic.

Azraiel doesn’t look at Theo and Katya when they enter the tent but he can feel their eyes darting between Charlotte and him. He slowly takes a step forward and calls her name softly, “Charlotte?” When she hears her name, she smiles and opens her eyes. Azraiel hears Katya gasp as soon as Charlotte opens her eyes. No whites are visible as blood pours down from her eyes. Her eyes are red…filled with blood. It looks like someone gauged out her eyeballs. Her fangs that were poking out of her mouth have extended in length. “Out” Azraiel whispers.

We rush over to her, noticing the eye on Nova’s forehead has opened, and when Caterina looks up at us, it’s with white pupils. “I…I can’t see!” she screams out, feeling the air when Kai cups her face. “Kai, I can’t see! I can’t see!” Blood drips from her eyes this time as she uses her own claws to scratch at them, screaming all the while. I’m frozen in place at what is happening right now, not knowing how to respond to this situation at all. Nova sits up, all three of the eyes open and looking straight at me, then turning to Caterina.

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.

The focus of the eyes widened wide followed by tense veins. Now, the movements of the neck body began to spin. Gumiho showed her ferocity behind the ropes that bound her very tightly. Glancing from the side, highlighting two eyeballs that have changed. Red eyes with sharp, pointed teeth. Long nails grow in seconds, veins begin to swell as time go on. Cho Ye Joon is completely in body tonight. Even the Nine-Tails looked fiercer than before, fluttering slowly with a striking orange color. Grrrr!

"Keep it steady!" I regained my footing between the bags, aimed, then took another two shots. One hit his upper arm, the other his shoulder, but he kept coming, unfazed by the gushing holes. I shifted my weight onto my other foot and grinned. I might not have stopped him, but the Thornblood dipped bullets had punctured him, binding shade and host to the same satisfying fate. I fired one last time, hitting him strait between his soulless eyes.

The stream of bloody sword light that looked like an otherworldly meteor instantly pierced Alex’s glabella. Boom! Frostine felt that her mind was about to explode upon witnessing this scene. Her eyes instantly turned bloodshot, and her expression became ferocious as well. As the Nine Tails bloodline flowed in her body vigorously, the Nine Tails phantoms couldn’t help but appear behind her...

"I can't see a thing. What's happening to my eyes?" "I need you to calm down my love." Henry did his best to hold her down. "I'm going to take you to Shota right now. She can heal you." "What's happening to me?" Aurora sobbed. "My eyes hurt to bad." "Your eyes are bleeding, and this is more than what Kaleb can do." Henry explained. "The glass shards are embedded in them." "Oh no." Aurora whimpered. "It was the butterfly. I never should have touched the butterfly."

It was empty, except for a single drop of glowing, violet blood. Henry's blood. "Happy birthday, kid," I whispered. I swallowed the drop. The world didn't go black. It went purple. And for the first time, I heard the howling. Not from the forest. From inside my own head. "Doctor Scott?" the agent asked. "You okay? You’re bleeding from your eyes." I looked at him. I smiled. My teeth felt sharper than they had ten minutes ago. "I’m fine," I said. "Just a bit of a hangover."