Omni Man Bloodshot Eyes Novels & Stories

If that happens, it’ll be all my fault and I won’t be able to forgive myself. “Let me guess, pretty boy,” Bloodshot Eyes sneered, his voice carrying a heavy note of mockery as he pulled his pants back up. “You looking to join in on the fun, or are you just here to play the hero? If I were you, I’d go with the first option.” “Dude…” the other one who had a cigarette in his mouth earlier tapped Blood shot eyes on the shoulder with his eyes widened in shock as if realizing something important. “What?” Bloodshot eyes grimaced in irritation as he was distracting his attention from Noah.

Goosebumps spread across my skin as I remember the predatory look on their wolfish eyes. Xavier, with silver eyes had turned full pitch-black, I remember clearly. Leon, with his piercing blue eyes that stared into my depths, exploring every inch of me as he raked my body without a single touch. And finally, the most domineering entity of all. The unnamed man who appeared without even me noticing. It was like he’d never been there at all. And yet, when I lock my gaze into his eyes, he did something to my body. Wild, unstoppable energy as strong as electricity traveled deep into my core. His dark gaze alone, those bloody red eyes were almost animalistic, to some extent. It felt surreal, almost

She felt her soul settle in place as she stared at the other half of her as she stared at her home. Damon hadn't realized that either of them had moved until it dawned on him that he could see every color in the woman's eyes. Multiple shades of blue more than he realized existed, with an equal number of shades of green and the odd fleck of grey all mixed together and swirled around a small orange ring, wrapped around each pupil. Pupils that were getting larger by the second as they dilated. He felt the furious beating of his heart and the expansion of his lungs, finally filling with oxygen again as his world fell into place and his soul settled inside him, just in time to hear his Omega spea

His entire being was radiating darkness and decay. I watched as he violently pushed a woman away. His face contorted uncontrollably with anger. I frowned slightly. Clearly, it was not just his demeanor that had changed. However, none of it compared to the shock of looking at someone who had my face. At first glance, it was terrifying. Upon closer inspection, though, the resemblance was not perfect. Perhaps the plastic surgery had gone too far. Her features were swollen and unnaturally smooth, and even the heavy makeup could not hide the fine scars at the corners of her eyes.

the man replied. She was about to leave when her eyes suddenly came in contact with the man's eyes, then something magical happened. Emilia's ocean blue eyes turned bloody red at that moment, yes, this was the sign she was supposed to get when she came in contact with her parent's killers. A petrified look appeared on the man's face, he had seen what happened to her eyes, he became conscious of her.

remarked Lucan, his gaze momentarily grazing over me. I scowled, promptly experiencing a throbbing pain in my head. I wondered as to why my head injury did not display signs of swift healing. As an Omega, I possessed the innate ability to speed up wound recovery within a matter of hours. Yet, the injury to my head continued to persist. "Focus on getting your nails cleaned. I don't need your opinion."

He winced and shut his eyes as the light in the room went directly into his eyes. “Look at me, boy." The man ordered, and Colton blinked multiple times, trying to unblur his vision, though the warm, red, liquid rolling to his eyes wasn't helping. It took a few more seconds, but Colton was about to get back his vision. Then he saw him. Tall and huge, with a long scar running along his right eye to his cheek. Around the room were equally hefty, heavily armed men ready to kill if anything happened. Colton's heart sank, but he still managed to stare the man in his eyes. “Who the fuck are you?" He muttered, body soaked and sweaty.

If I could just reach out and help him…. My first swipe missed, but my second made contact with his back leg. I clutched to it while his blood consumed my hand. Orlando thrashed about, narrowly missing me. His blood blanketed me as he dodged around me, my hand losing its grip on him. When he was facing me, his white eyes grew concerned. “Omen?” he breathed, nudging my face with his nose. The knives plunged into Orlando’s eyes before I could warn him. The blades sliced through his white irises, turning them a deep shade of red. Blood poured from them, like waves of tears, before they were torn from him.

No mere alpha werewolf possess not ox blood eyes. This does classify my mate a powerful werewolf?. A rare and powerful werewolf. I smile wierdly then sigh. What Alpha specie is he then?. Am left to respond my question. His glowing eyes instantly brightens. They glow brighter than normal. Mine also unintentionally glows. It's brightly glows omega. I stagger backwards. That's wierd and unintentional. I quickly shut my eyes. I need not risk my wolf specie amidst such huge congregation.

I feel my eyes bleed black and shake my head, this can't be happening now. Eamon comes walking next to me. "Bro, are you alright?" I look at him and I can see my own reflection in his eyes. My eyes are completely black, my fangs protruding, and my skin has that hard shine I only get when I go into full predator mode. Eamon's eyes widen and he grips my arm. "Breathe brother and focus on me." I do as he says and breath in through my nose, and out from my mouth. But it has no use. The intoxicating scent has its tendrils wrapped around the control I have on my bloodlust, ripping it to shreds in a heartbeat.