Omni Man Bloodshot Eyes Novels & Stories

The intensity in his eyes suggested that whatever I had felt when we touched, he had felt it too. I ignored his comment and inspected the wound. A clear liquid oozed out, and I could smell wolfsbane in his blood. "Shit." I muttered under my breath and quickly dug through my bag, then prepared a syringe to extract the liquid. The man watched me quietly, and it felt as though his eyes could see through my clothes. "Sir, I'm going to need you to remove your shirt." "I got into a fight." He explained as he started undoing the buttons of his shirt.

My eyes narrowed, I raised my hand, and slowly touched the mirror that showed my image which was still beautiful even with my puffy eyes. I caressed my eyes through the mirror, my movement gentle and silk. “It has always been said that Omegas have the most enchanting eyes. It is said that with omega eyes, she could capture the soul of even the most powerful alpha. And,” I paused, closed my eyes, and when I opened my eyes a second later and looked into the mirror, I felt my heart skip a beat because what returned my gaze wasn't my usual brown eyes, but ones that shone with a golden spark.

“Do you know her?” Cheyenne asked and pressed her lips tightly together. Landon could hear her heart slamming against her rib cage in fear and realized there was more to the story than she was letting on. “You're scared. What else are you keeping from me?” He leaned towards her reassuringly. “Her eyes. She doesn't have an iris. She only has the white, and they are bloodshot.” Cheyenne gulped down nervously. Bloodshot eyes? A familiar feeling tugged at Landon, but he was in no position to think properly nor recall where he had seen such before.

James was also ready for any of their attack but little did he know of the gang's secret weapon, wolfsbane. " What are you ball waiting for, get him and I need him alive." Stan ordered. When James heard Stan's order, he immediately turned to his wolf. The purifier saw the wolf and smirked, James' eyes were still ebony black which means he was an Omega unlike the male they faced at the house in the forest, his eyes blazed like a golden flame. They had no time, they needed to attack. They begun to fire stray bullets at James since he had tried to our run them. He knew that with the level of his strength, he can not have an intense battle with the humans, so the only thing he could do was to ru

2Pac stared down at Amy, through his fully charged, lightning bolt eyes. Amy felt a prickly chill when she saw 2Pac’s eyes for the first time. 2Pac’s eyes reminded her of the headlights on her Volkswagen ID.4, which was actually her husband’s car. The only thing that took Amy’s attention away from 2Pac’s eyes was seeing her little boy sneaking up behind the metal assassin. She watched as Omar struck the cyborg across his glistening broad shoulders, using his little fists. Omar didn’t care about hurting his hands. He wanted to protect his mother.

At the far end of the room, behind reinforced bars enchanted with shimmering runes, was Dominic. The sight of him hit Zoe like a punch to the gut. Dominic was barely recognizable. His once vibrant golden eyes were now voids of pure black, glowing faintly with an unnatural light. His body was caught in a twisted half-shift - clawed hands that were neither human nor wolf, fangs too large for his mouth, and veins that pulsed a sickly, inky black across his exposed skin. He paced his small cage, growling low in his throat, moving like a predator trapped in an invisible loop.

Fur rippled across his skin but didn’t fully consume him—he wasn’t just turning into a wolf. He was becoming something older. The air itself bent around them. The fire rose higher. The ground rumbled beneath their feet. Marcus and Darius stood nearby, watching in stunned silence. And then—Darius dropped to his knees. Marcus followed, bowing his head. “It’s happening,” he whispered. “The prophecy… The blood pact. They are the keys.” Ava let out one last gasp and fell to her knees beside Achi, breathing hard. Her hair flowed like it was underwater, her skin glowing faintly in the darkness. When she looked up, her irises were no longer red—but a deep, luminescent purple.

Another figure emerged—a woman, sharp-eyed, lean, radiating a quiet kind of dominance. "You’re not rogue," she mused, tilting her head. "But you’re not pack either." Selene exhaled, measuring their stance, their posture, the way they watched her with both wariness and curiosity. These weren’t ordinary wolves. And she wasn’t an ordinary Omega anymore. "I’m looking for strength," Selene murmured, her voice unwavering. The man smirked, crossing his arms. "Strength can be earned." Selene tilted her head. "Then tell me what I need to do."

His skin grows hotter, eyes shining brighter as he screams, and screams and screams. When I look at Oliver, he’s not saying anything. No one is talking about his eyes. They’re just tying to console him. It hits me then that...They can’t see it. Just like that very first day.

Suddenly, all the weapons in the enemies' hands flew out of their grasp. The enemies were taken aback, puzzled by what had just occurred. At that moment, everyone stared in horror at the small boy with red eyes before them. The sudden turn of events made them wonder if Vincent possessed supernatural abilities. While the enemies were still dazed, Vincent swiftly darted among them. Soon, a series of screams echoed through the air. Within moments, the enemies were scattered on the ground. Vincent turned around and stared at Larissa with his blood-red eyes. Those inhumanly bloodthirsty eyes displayed nothing but emptiness and indifference.