Omni Man Bloodshot Eyes の小説・ストーリー

One held up his hands summoning multiple orbs of blood floating up into the air in front of him so they were dancing above the palm of his hand, thrusting his hand forward they took off with the speed and power of a large caliber bullet, and sound of a popping noise. POP POP POP POP! The orbs slammed into the chest of a Hound in front of him. The man's body jolted from the impact, exciting the Vampire. "Haha hey ma-" He began excitedly, until he realized the orbs did hit, but not with the effects he would usually expect. The human turned back to him straightening his posture. It was no different than someone shooting body armor, sure the impact wouldn't tickle, but in the end the blood orbs

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Oliver and Amon standing on either side of Victoria, both looking at her eyes glowing. Suddenly Victoria Lunged with a white beam shooting from her hands. WHAT THE FUCK? The beast was surrounded by this white glowing light, and it seemed to struggle, unable to move past the barriers of this light. I was so drawn to the light I wanted to touch it. Hunter sat, and we just watched the light. The light moved and circled around this beast, and it turned into a man. The light faded away, and the man lay on the ground, ragged breathing, unable to stand. VICTORIA

The brutal handling continued for what seemed like forever to Morana. # # # # The morning sun scorched Brandon’s face as he tried to opened his eyes. His head felt heavy when he shifted in bed. Slowly, very slowly Brandon opened his eyes. His eyes burned as they adjusted to their natural color. Memories of the night before started to flood through his brain as he remembered little snippets of the night. Brandon remembered the purple veins, the Wolfhaze. He looked down at his hand seeing his veins had turned deep blue as the drug was exiting his system.

“Only for reading. Don’t tell anyone – only my Beta and Gamma know.” “They suit you.” It was the truth: they were simple, with a browline frame in a rich brown that complemented his tanned skin. Then I realised something. “I’ve never known a werewolf that has to wear glasses.” He smirked. “I’ve never met a werewolf that can’t shift.” I rolled my eyes. “Touché.” His smirk became a grin. “I got punched. In the eye. It’s blurred my vision – if I were a human, I’d be blind on that side. That pupil is fixed open, too.”

Damon laughed as if I was funny. I can't lose here because even though I'm an omega, I'm strong! I will not let myself be defeated in front of Amoux. Being an omega is a big shame for him, so I have to be good at fighting. Who said that a personal doctor can only do treatment? Because I'll make sure I'm different.

I didn’t use too much mana though… why is it backfiring on me? Calm down… I need to calm down. I need to trace the mana back… circulate it and calm it… come on Come on! Why isn’t it working?! Why is this happening to me?! Her eyes became blurry, and she quickly blacked out as she watched the entirety of the glasshouse, once filled with flowers of all colors and life brimming inside… wither away. The last thing she saw was a smirk on the face of a black-haired woman with glistering Crimson eyes as she stared at her as if the abyss was staring back at her

“You’re pretty quiet too. I feel like I should be concerned that there’s a stone-cold killer lurking somewhere in there.” I gave him an evil look. “Just stay on your best behavior. And maybe sleep with one eye open.” “Noted,” he replied, smiling, and kissed me, placing his hand gently on my belly. “I wonder whose alpha eyes he’ll get.” He stared into my eyes. “Alpha eyes?” I asked. “Alphas all have distinct eyes that they pass down through the generations. Like your blue ones and Jasmine’s amber ones.” “And your black ones,” I added.

Up close was better but it put a strain on my eyes that was almost like when you would work out too much and regretted it the next day. “Because it wasn’t anything. I just need glasses now. It was an accident.” ‘Oh, now you have done it.’ Onan chuckled. I didn’t know what he meant until I looked over at Ember. Her eyes were wide and she looked back at Damian. They two of them looked like they were communicating but I didn’t think it was through the mind link. If there were two people who could communicate just by looking at each other, it was the two of them. “Cas, if it was bad enough to alter a werewolf’s eyesight…”

So scary. His eyes were red but this time they were sparkly like they were on fire, his pupils expanded almost covering the white area of his eyes. He looked possessed and completely out of control. She flinched once again when he palmed her cheek and leaned forward. "Don't fight it, It will only hurt you." And this time the past trauma and the scary look of his eyes froze her. She went cold numb stilling on the spot as the man leaned down.

“Hey—” Images slam into me. Faster, sharper this time. Blood on my hands. On *her* hands. Snow again, but not just white and red now—shadows of wolves circling, eyes glowing in the dark. A man with Ronan’s eyes reaching for me, his hand covered in someone else’s blood. “Luna!” someone screams. The voice comes from everywhere and nowhere. It’s afraid and furious and…devoted. A sharp crack. Pain in my side. My body folding.