Omni Man Bloodshot Eyes Novels & Stories

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."

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.

With him down, I don’t know if he is dead or just unconscious, but either way the man turns around and I see Omega Jonathan staring at the camera. Looking closer, I see that his eyes are all black and his face has turned pale like death. Hoping that he hasn’t been completely taken over by something else, or even worse turned by a vampire, I pray for him. Then I watch as he skulks around in the shadows, hoping to catch us leave the safety of the compound too.

I felt that his aura was not really his. “ I know you’re not mad over a fucking human.” James said, standing in front of Dominic, his arms crossed in front of his chest. “ Dom.” I called his name, but my voice cracked. I tried to crawl to him, but when he looked at me with glowing red eyes, I knew to stay back. I laid back down and kept my eyes on him and James. I already knew what was going to happen. Footsteps were heard and even tree leaves began to ruffle. Soon, I was surrounded by a whole group of people, their eyes the same as James and Dominic’s eyes. However, Dominic’s was different. Everybody else’s eyes were a glowing green or blue, but his eyes were the color of blood.

His eyes reddened after reading through ancient medical texts for the past two days, but no record said symbiotes could spread through blood. “But you said before…” “I wasn’t thinking straight. I figured some things out during my waking moments for the past two days.” As Dominic was exhausted, he stopped after saying a few sentences and shut his eyes. “So if it’s not my blood. Then how does it spread?” Puzzled, Austin held up his wrist and looked at the dried blood stain.

I needed to be involved, needed to prove that I could be of use, not just a passive bystander. He looked at me, raising an eyebrow, as if trying to gauge whether I was serious or if this was just an impulsive reaction. His gaze flicked around me, as though searching for something, but what? His eyes held a level of intensity that unsettled me, making the hairs on the back of my neck rise. I had no idea what he was looking for, but I could feel it, deep in my bones, that something was wrong. Something beyond just the explosion. I may just be an omega with the title of being a beta because of Tyrone but I am sure that I can be of use to them.

Ariadne’s brain supplies her with a vivid image of a matador besting a beast, skewering it without hesitation. Ariadne rushes forward this time instead of dodging, throwing Gordon for a loop. The Omega’s claws flash dangerously as she reaches for it, the soft tissue of the Beta’s remaining eye. With tremendous effort, coughing up blood as Gordon lands a blow to her gut to throw her off, Ariadne tears it out. The Omega flies back, skidding to a stop just inside the ring, glad that her one shoe gave her enough friction. In her hands, bloody, caked in bits of black, is a glowing, amber eye.

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.