Muzan Eyes の小説・ストーリー

"But it's all true. Show him, Visenya." Visenya acquiesced, allowing Delilah to emerge and take full control of her body. As she did, her eyes transformed into a captivating reddish-orange hue, reminiscent of the sky during a breathtaking sunset. "In all your years of existence, have you ever seen a Lycan's eyes turn that color?" Lucian addressed Lazarus. Lazarus stared in awe at Visenya's eyes, his own widening with wonder. He knew that he had never seen eyes like hers in all his days, not from a Lycan anyway. He glanced over at Sebastian, but even he was captivated by the mesmerizing sight.

The only thing I will do is heal anyone and everyone when they get dragged back in to their cages. There's something special about that Mute though. Her aura is different from everyone elses in here, stronger, purer even. But it's her eyes that throw me. She has the most gorgeous turquoise eyes, deep yet completely empty. That can only mean one thing. She's been here for far too long. I guess we all end up measuring our own hopes for escape, to the lack of life we see in Mute's eyes. I also think they've been messing with her head lately because she seems to be having more and more nightmares and they seem to be getting worse. No matter how bad her dreams, she never utters a word, not even w

Muzan. His skin was pale, stretched taut over his bones, but his eyes were clear again. No longer burning with that feral gold, but dim… sorrowful. He looked like he was drunk and was just beginning to sober up…like a man tethered just on the brink of madness, balancing himself between the planes of lucidity and sorrow. But he was…him. Not the beast that tore me apart, almost limb for limb. “You’re awake,” I muttered. “Yeah,” he said softly. “You too.”

She had barely finished setting the trap when the foliage at the edge of the clearing exploded. Three of them burst from the shadows simultaneously. They were as grotesque and terrifying as the first—towering, hyper-muscular monstrosities with sickly grey skin and elongated, clawed limbs. But it was their eyes that caught Mwajuma’s attention. They burned with a chaotic, violent purple luminescence. Sparks of unstable, raw mana crackled around their massive fists, fizzing and popping in the damp air like dying firecrackers. They saw the broken body of their scout, and they threw their heads back, unleashing a collective, deafening roar that shook the moisture from the canopy leaves. Then, the

she said and looked up into his eyes hoping for an answer, Azreal only looked back at her just as shell shocked and only capable of shaking his head in a loss for words. Mj’s arms and legs snapped and began to reform longer with a larger muscle mass, her fingers snapped and began to bleed as lethal black claws emerged from her now reformed hands. Mj’s body flipped over and she was laying on her stomach. Her eyes shot open and she spat blood all over the dirt along with most of her teeth as she opened her mouth to scream again it revealed large sharp teeth protruding from her bloody mouth. Pepper stumbled back in horror as Mj crawled to her hands and knees spitting blood and grunting. She lo

In the depths of his blue eyes, she saw a reflection of her own resolve, a shared courage forged in the fires of adversity. As Nora entered the courtroom, the atmosphere was tense, with hushed conversations and the occasional shuffle of papers. The room is adorned with wood-panelled walls, and the solemnity is accentuated by the judge's bench at the front. Nora sat on one side, her gaze steady, her mind drifted to the moment she had rushed in and seen Alexander. He was still holding the gun and Sebastian was on the floor groaning, Nora could almost feel the blood in her fingers like it just happened.

Then Kenny changed. Not completely. Not the dramatic Hollywood version I would have imagined if anyone had asked me to imagine it, which no one ever had because this wasn't something people imagined. It was subtler and more terrifying than that. His eyes changed first — deepening to something amber and luminous that had nothing to do with the warm brown I knew. His frame expanded slightly, shoulders broadening, presence intensifying until he filled the room in a way that had nothing to do with physical size. The air around him hummed.

Moments later a mind link hits me "All warriors meet me at the waterfall now" All a sudden, I start to see black dots, and my vision is blurred!! Taking me to a time I don’t remember. Observing my surroundings. The skies are dark with ominous clouds, rumbles of thunder moving through the sky with rhythm, it’s pouring. Mud and blood are everywhere. Witches, wolves, Lycans and Vampires are fighting. Spells being cast, blood being sucked, Lycans sending heads flying with one swipe of their claws, wolve tearing their enemy apart. Thunder rumbles through the sky as lighting strikes the ground, sending waves of electricity through the earth's flooring. Looking to my left I see a woman, glaring ri

Why did he need to bless the bat eye? "You know you would think being the God of the future and all you would already know that." Mia mocked as she rested her head on her hands. Her eyes sparkled with excitement and happiness as she looked at the cup. "That's not how it works." Zavier snapped as he looked up at me with a raised eye brow. I was quick to grab the eye and it went from Black and red to a purple and gold. The eye was slimy and I was ready to put it into the cup. The more he blessed it the more slimy it got until it was dripping into the cup.

I can feel my tears rolling down my cheeks. I don’t like this. Stop it, please. "I'm not crazy! Stop this, please! No, I'm not crazy! Just please, stop!" "Hey! Stop that! Heavenly, listen to me!" The stranger successfully reached me and he held both of my hands before he forced me to look at him. There, I saw his peculiar eyes again. Like it’s calling me... I can see a whole new world inside those pair of eyes. "Hey, calm down. Please."