Itachi Eye Bleeding Novels & Stories

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

All we need to do is act the part for the sake of tradition. I glance around, looking at the pack warriors who gape at me in fear. My father, stands proud on a ledge watching, pales when our eyes lock, slowly he turns his back to me. What the hell is happening. I step forard reaching out to him as the sound of flesh tearing rings through my ears before the pain sets in. I scream out in agony, my hand flying to my left eye. Hot liquid pours from me, stinging my eye as I stumble back. “Abraham!” I sob. “What the fuck?” I trip over a branch and fall.

Had there been a trip across time, she would have wanted to change her family history for the better than this. “Pst!” Quan turned her head and saw another pair of girls sitting across from her. They seem annoyed. Quan could say they almost seemed scary, if she didn't know who they really were. The girl on the left with long snow-white hair has a different eye color. Her right eyeball was white, the result of the donation she got, as a result of Quan's past actions. There was a scar running across the eye. Meanwhile, her healthy, real left eye is blue. This best friend is a White girl… a countryman with the murderous gang that Quan once slaughtered.

I stand in the middle of the Glass hut where some colorful circles are drawn on the ground before I look for Anemia's next instructions. "Close your eyes and think about what you want to know. Do remember not to open your eyes before she finds what you are looking for. You get only shot for this." Okay, it does make me worried but I follow her instructions and think about that pair of blood-red eyes with gold in them. A wave of power surge through my body before the pain of thousands of stabs pierce a blood thrilling scream from my mouth. All I can see is blood…..all around me.

I repeated again but it only bounced back to me. I felt warm liquid dribbling down my arms and when i glanced down my eyes widened at the sight of my own blood. It was coming out from the open wounds but there was no pain and my eyes remained fixated as the blood poured out like an never ending stream down to the ground where my feet laid and flowed foward, my eyes followed the trail and when i noticed the new pair of feet clad in combat i looked up to find the remain of the person standing in front of me. Her blue eyes pierced at mine-

He writhed beneath me, hands clawing at nothing, blinded by pain, consumed by it. As I withdrew the knife, his right eyeball dangled grotesquely from its socket, hanging by a thread of tissue. Each blink caused a fresh cascade of blood to spill from his eyes, the viscous liquid flowing freely down his cheeks, mingling with his tears. "Look," I hissed, crouching low, my voice trembling with something between madness and grief.

A calming silence swallowed a huge chunk of the noise so that it was almost like I could hear the rhythm of his heartbeat. He was blacked with blood and he spat out more blood from his mouth but his eyes were filled with so much life. He blinked blinked as Sir. Skippar got to him and bashed him in the face. He staggered away and it took him some seconds before he could stable his footing. I felt my heart rate increase. What is he fucking doing? He looked at me again and then I tensed up, noticing something in his eyes— in his left eye. Blood had soaked into it and covered up its blue. He was bleeding internally.

The minute Hada starts to chant a slight wind picks up as she lifts her arm’s palms up . My Mother starts to join but i notice my mother is chanting something different , both have their eyes closed . The small gold dagger that sits at Hada’s feet starts to rise as she continues to chant even louder . The dagger makes two cuts, one in each palm , as the blood starts to gather in her palm Hada opens her eyes and tips the blood onto Kurats forehead . The minute the blood hits his face it begins to hiss and bubble as though being dropped onto a piece of hot metal .

I shut my eyes tightly, desperately trying to stop whatever was causing this, but this power is way above my control. Suddenly, a firm, large hand grips my throat, choking me slightly but grounding me. “Stop it! You fool, you are killing yourself!” I force open my eyes to look at Lucian, and that’s when I feel the warm, thick wetness dripping down my face. I am not just bleeding from my nose this time — blood is also streaming from my eyes. The destructive energy dies down and the room goes dead silent.

I said and disappeared with Sangeeta. A huge rain began to fall, on this day Bryan saw and witnessed the power of the Sharingan and lost an eye his right eye! *** The next day Sangeeta woke up I was beside her. "I can see everything is so blur, why?" She asked. "Your eyes are still healing do not strain them, close them rather," I said. "What happened, I remember promising to have fun in the duel," Sangeeta said. "He trusted his new Tadara so much and you almost killed him, I had to come in and save him," I answered her.