Monster With Eyeballs In Hands Novels & Stories

I nodded. "Your wish is my command, my Queen. I'll take my blindfold now," I warned everybody else, and touched the knot Sohan made before then began to unmake it. Folding it and putting it on my lap, I blinked, getting used to the light again. I heard lots of gasps, probably because most people here have never seen my eyes, they must be mesmerized.

All of them . For where there had been just one pair - one very normal-looking pair of eyes - I now counted at least ten, covering his face from his cheekbones to his forehead. They didn't even look the same, almost as if they'd been acquired from different people - different shapes, different colours - but all were fixed upon me, and when one set blinked, they all blinked. Something moved against my fingers and I snatched my hand away, unable to stifle a gasp as I saw another eye had appeared on the top of both his hands and I knew it had been the eyeballs I had felt brushing against my fingertips.

Even though Alice had been on several missions with them, having hunted down phantom-beasts before, the girl had a faint heart towards gore and bloody images. Akasuki’s reason behind digging out the phantom-beast’s eyeballs was to show proof to the guild. One sure way to show evidence that one had defeated a phantom-beast was to pluck out their eyes. Once a phantom-beast had been defeated, the whites of their eyes darkened and became jet black while the irises remained a glowing luster of blood-red.

Don’t open your eyes. He was saying it over and over in his mind, clenching his teeth, hoping that he would fall a sleeping somehow. But it was not to be. He felt hands reaching for him, long, scrawny hands with sharp claws at the end. The eyes of the creatures reaching for him glowed bright red. Even though his eyes were shut, he could feel their presence in the room. He wanted to scream so bad, but he was afraid that screaming would only make the monsters angry.

Her eyes widened when she saw the long and thick fur of the monster she had only just seen. “W-What is this?” her trembling lips uttered. Jelca lifted her stare. Now she was able to see the face of the monster. It had blue eyes that were both angry and manipulative; fangs as sharp as if they had just been sharpened; a large face and a long nose that blows warm air, but is scary. “Owoooooooooh!” howled the monster while it was lifting his gaze to the full moon. “G-God, s-save me!” she prayed.

I grabbed hold of its face and forced my thumbs into its eye socket. The feeling of the monster’s slimy eyeball on my thumbs was absolutely revolting. Regardless, I shoved my thumbs in further. Blood and ooze seeped around my thumbs, but I didn’t release my grip. It screeches in pain, pulling at my hands, trying to get me to release it. Its screeching must have attracted a friend as I was thrown to the ground by another one of the vile creatures.

Strange enough, the temperature around them also started to fall sharply and all the hairs on the back of their neck started to stand on their end. The three rotten and hag-like figures materialized out of thin air standing side by side with each other. The one in the middle was holding a huge eyeball the size of a palm. Its color appeared to be black, so dark that it was as if capable of trapping one soul if one would attempt to stare into its depth. [I am convinced that is the Magnus Eye.]

A hard thick hand held me tight. Standing to my feet I tried to rip my hand free but I couldn’t get away. The hand made of wet clay or dirt led way to an ripped arm that was connected to a large mud monster. Leaves stuck out this way and that and my nose wrinkled in disgust as I spotted a few worms wiggling to the surface. What the hell? What is it, Kacie? I don’t now Ath… it looks like… a humanoid. A humanoid?

Yvette said with teary eyes, "Do you blame me for coming back and taking over your place, Wendy? But I can't help it—I really wanted a family!" I collapsed onto the floor. The pain from my old injuries flared up from Connor's kick, making me black out for a moment. Unable to hold it in any longer, I spat out a mouthful of black blood. Mom gasped and tried to help me up. Connor's expression faltered, yet he still scolded me harshly, "You suck at pretending! You're even spitting out black blood? Do you think you're acting?" I couldn't say a word, and I didn't want Mom to touch me. As such, I could only back away desperately.

So, it was a demon wolf’s claws that could cause the flesh and veins turned black. “MIRA, YOU’RE NOT THE MONSTER!” he yelled but her right hand’s claws dug deeper into his flesh and he could feel his strength was waning. “MIRA, STOP!” She raised her left hand and almost got another stab on him before he ducked his head to the opposite direction. Her hand went through the wall behind him. She pulled it and was ready to finish him when the blood red orbs were replaced by her original eye color. She looked down to where her claws had stabbed him.