Ketsuryugan Eye Novels & Stories

"Your eyes have changed." Saint and Ransom pushed forward, pushing Taryk and Asher out of their way. "Dude. Bruise much," Asher grumbled as he moved back. Ransom snarled at him. "What's wrong with my eyes?" Kiema rested her fingers under her eyes. Looked up at Atlas. "They're threaded with black. Almost like our shifter bonds," Saint said, leaning forward to get a better look. "That's what it looks like to me," Ransom said.

I gazed into his dark eyes, staring distinctively at the tides of fear. How had he gotten his right hand cut despite the amount of people here? Such a fatal cut that kept dripping had to either be new or have a very strong technique attached to it. “Kyle,” I grabbed him by the hand. He groaned, the cut now glowing with flames emanating from his flesh. I smelled sword aura; flame sword aura to be precise. It was rare and could only be harnessed by elemental, rare, and strong wolves who had ki and could beat the heat produced.

Yumiko gulped and looked down on her lap. "I know you are interested in the secret as to how Kazuha got her eyes. You see, the Hinagi clan had used to be born with red eyes that turn silver but years of bad bloodlines have gotten rid of that trait, and yet the silver eyes remain. She may had her silver eyes that day but the rest of us had regained our red eyes on certain circumstances." Konomi frowned. "Anger, despair, fear-" Then she looked at Kaori who was now displaying fear upon seeing her glowing scarlet eyes that looked like they want to tear her to shreds. "-and it started with you." The girl then turns to see Konomi staring at her with her chocolate eyes turning burgundy.

Ketura is watching Aspyn. The healer's eyes remain fixed on her, and there is nothing casual about it. The look lasts only a moment before Ketura notices me looking. She instantly lowers her gaze before lifting her teacup to her lips. I clear my throat, then accompany it with a pleasant smile that feels false. Ketura's attention snaps away from Aspyn at once, her fingers tightening briefly around her teacup before she lowers her eyes to the table. Across from her, Aspyn seems to realize she has been caught staring at Aspyn as well.

Kayden asks Wynter. Wynter thinks for a moment, recalling the events from the past before responding. "Perhaps." "What did you see?" Kenji asks. "I'm not sure really. Basically it looked as though all Kazakh wolves have purple eyes. A colour unique to Kazakh wolves only. So I guess that means I must not be a Kazakh wolf, as my eyes are green." Wynter states, sitting back in her chair, seemingly defeated. "That's not true." I say. Immediately everyone's attention is on me.

He just kept the focus on understanding the mysteriousness of space, which in turn increased his comprehension. In the Trial world, Tsarayu's body was still sitting with its eyes open. Still inside the temple of the Elphia tribe, but an unusual event started taking place. The color of Tsarayu's eyes changed as now a vast space filled with billions of stars and countless flickering space cracks could be seen in his eyes.

My canines had extended fully and my eyes burned with intensity, The large man lay unconscious underneath me and I rose to my feet. When I looked at the mirror across from me, my brows pinched together, My eyes glowed but it wasn't a normal colour, bright amethyst orbs stared back at me and I staggered backwards. What in the world- Lefkós Lýkos. Ryker had called me that and when I searched it up, the result stunned me. I slowly lifted my clawed finger, tracing the bottom of my eye. I blinked but the colour remained,

he pointed out. “We need to be careful since it’s our first time fighting outside the training centre." Koa commented, watching the east with his eyes that were now golden. We didn’t know how he was able to do it since he hadn’t shifted but Koa’s eyes turned golden when his vision became sharper than the average werewolf. My dad said it was a gift very few Zetas had, and it was necessary in war. “What do you see?” Soren asked, also through the mind link.

This can’t be happening! “Don’t get it twisted, Witch!” The name is new, but the trademark snarl that goes with the slogan is a unique identifier, even if I can’t see him. Much like thunder, the roar of Hirosai Kurosai is utterly unmistakable. All the angst I was hoping to work off coalesces once more into that state of wild panic. A bunny caught in the wolf’s jaws. Rather than a mouse subject to the entertainment whims of the ket, there is no real question—it’s for kill rather than sport.

what did you do to me? {{ Hey can you pass a bit of your power onto this for me }} I look down at his hands and he's got a Kyoketsu-shoge, I haven't seen one of these babies in years! I take it and my hand begins to glow as I share my essence, passing it onto the weapon {{ okay, so I'm gonna remove the seal and I'm sure at that point it'd try to escape so I need you to wound it and provide an opening for me, got it? }} (( yes ))