Kinuyo Blue Eye Samurai Novels & Stories

I grinned with a shrug as I nodded to the seat, offering him another chance to sit. "I see." Sammy muttered, his face dropping as if disappointed that I did not have the lurgy. Plopping my feet on the edge of Matteo's chair, I eyed Sammy carefully; he was a thin male, as tall as me; nothing significantly attractive about him, apart from his eyes, which were the most beautiful shade of blue, like the ocean on a clear day. But he covered them with those glasses. Such a waste! "Have you ever considered contacts?"I asked bluntly.

The commentator's voice was soon heard as he professionally introduced the two fighters. "In one corner of the ring stood Yuka "The Samurai" Nakamura, a highly skilled martial artist hailing from Japan. She has trained extensively in karate and muay thai, and is known for her lightning-fast kicks and powerful punches. Yuka is also a master of grappling techniques, and can quickly take her opponents down to the mat.

His lips curled a satisfactory smile. Ryuzaki raised his brow. This man’s mood seemed to fluctuate quite a lot. One second he was on the brim of crying, while in another he was happy like a lunatic. “Are you done?” Samuel’s body stiffened, and his face turned red. “Don’t worry. I’ll keep our little secret.” He winked at that man. “Then, let’s enjoy this fight.” Samuel stared at him and his face abruptly changed. Ryuzaki snapped his fingers, and almost promptly, a few werelions, werebears, elves, and soldiers all turned around, circling them, focusing on them.

Then I hurried to Kuroyuki, who was maintain the wall from the silhouettes. "Kuroyuki— is that what I think it is…?" I asked. "…They— are us," Kuroyuki answered. The silhouettes are August (sword silhouette), Blaze (armbar silhouette), Kuroyuki (spear silhouette), Persia (black card silhouette), Rumelia (black string silhouette) and Kronos (black bullets silhouette). "They are one person short— so it's me who's not in there, huh. What is the meaning of this…?"

Takamatsu saw Yinito speak as she tried to wipe Isekai's tears, he had pick the little girl four years ago from a pile of corpse just after his wife died. "am I really being a bad father , Takamatsu can't help asking himself as he looked at Isekai's eye, he has always felt like he is looking at Asuka when ever he looks at Isekai's eye, Isekai eye was exactly the replica of his mother's own, his pupil was a bit brownish with something like a fire wheel on them.

“You agreed to meet with me today, Sam. Please don’t act like you cannot see or smell me standing right in front of you. What took you so long to answer the door?” Samael rolled his eyes, chuckling underneath his breath as he finally met my gaze. His eyes were a very light baby blue color. Sometimes if he was feeling exceptionally moody, these orange streaks appeared in his irises. When that happened, his eyes resembled bright blue propane flames. Ignoring my question, he stepped back enough to pull the door open the rest of the way so that I could step inside.

They stared in each other's eyes and noone broke the eye contact. Tang Li raised an eyebrow as she could smell some raw feelings. One of the perks of being a Mo is having blue eyes. Mo Yuhan, Mo Zihan and Mo Jia inherited the blue eyes from their father. Ying Yue was the first to avert her gaze as she wasn't sure what will she do if she continues looking into his blue eyes which were revealing a wide sky, a depth. She quickly tried to get up but ended up falling again and again on him.

Upon blasting out those sizzling words, Samantha turned around to me. For the first time in the history of Samantha and Jieve encounters, she looked me in the eyes; her gaze was perfectly horrific, and torridly intimidating. It was brown like her twin brother, Vhynz, but at that moment during our gaze, it turned red. Like fire. Like a burning hot magma boiling on the mouth of a dangerously active volcano.

The car door opened, and Ash alighted with the experts from Zuken Group and engaged in a violent gunfight against the bounty hunters of Yamafuji Sai. The battle lasted several minutes. When both parties ran out of bullets, they threw away the firearms in their hands and withdrew their melee weapons. “Brothers, Yamafuji Sai will face its demise today. Kill them all for me.” Ash had put on his custom-made combat uniform—the standard Japanese samurai attire, clogs, with three combat-ready swords hanging from his waist. Santoryu was Ash’s unique battle technique where he wielded three katanas at once. Next to Ash stood a brawny and hostile man. He fired the rocket.

Hunters. Men who traveled the borderlands killing anything that crawled out of the dark. Adrian had expected them to leave him there. Most people didn’t want a boy who had survived something like that. But the oldest hunter, a man with gray in his beard and scars across both eyes, had simply looked at him for a long time before speaking. “You saw them, didn’t you?” Adrian nodded. The man studied him a moment longer. Then he handed the boy a knife. “Good,” he said. “Then you know what you’re up against.”