Itachi Eye Bleeding Novels & Stories

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.

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.

Perhaps he knew that he was in the wrong, for he didn't avoid the glass at all. Instead, he chose to face my rage head-on. As such, his forehead began bleeding after the glass crashed into his head.

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

I traced the hand holding the gun, and my sight met that of the pair of eyes that'll forever hunt me. They were bloodred eyes!

Thora dropped to her knees, screaming while gripping her left arm. The Undri turned its attention to Arai, its right eye gleaming with rage as it stared at the one who had wounded it. Green foul smelling chunky blood flowed from its impaled eye, spilling on the ground. Before Arai could react, the creature rushed at her, plunging its pincers in her stomach. Arai’s eyes bulged, blood flew out of her mouth. The Kitsune fell on her back, seemingly not breathing. She was soon lying in a pool of her blood.

Curly golden hair and light emerald eyes, pale skin, and a body similar to Rai's both in muscles and height. "You saw what?" He asked shocked. "What's wrong with you? Why did you take that shit off?" Ha, those two are so funny. I had a smirk on when I talked back at him, "You two are so damn funny. Both of you want me dead, just like everybody else. Yes, I can see others dying with my eyes. No, I do not kill them. No, I can't do anything about it. No, it can't be changed. Yes, I don't mind if you all blame me for it. Is that what you want to hear?" They both were speechless while staring back at me. "Look, brothers, I don't mind you hating me and wanting me dead. Really, I don't. But you hav

He replied to him. Kukushi’s red bloody eyes are useful. He can use that special eye technique when he is in his final werewolf form. Roger stared at him, he didn’t have the strength to fight against Kukushi, he was out of chakra now, he slowly became small and returned to his human form.

Taylor exclaims coming towards me calmly before spinning me to face Charity whose only response is for her mouth to hang open. Behind her a large mirror sits on the wall, but I don't pay attention to the scratches, blood, or bruises on my skin. No, the only thing grabbing my attention is my one bright green eye that practically glows like a neon sign. However its sibling remains the the color of coal, void of any light, the power rolling around me leaving an iridescent glow around my body. 'Uhhhh Scarlett?' I ask, my voice nervous, as I stare at myself, my dagger in my hand as my mothers blood drops onto onto the carpet. *Splat* *Splat* *Splat*

Adjust the drip and look at the flow, when the drop continues it means you did it right. I lifted my gaze to the bag of blood hanging above my head. My world spun and blurred, and I lost my strength to fight as the blackness was falling over my vision. Completely.