Omni Man Bloodshot Eyes Novelas e Histórias

They both help each other to bring up the man. 'Thankfully I change my hair color before going. He won't be able to recognize me since I am wearing a contact lens. Yeah, it is somehow weird to have a white hair and green eyes. Hah... how ridiculous' After they let the may lay on his bed. They saw that he is breathing fine. Of course, he is. After all, Oliver didn't give him any poison. It was just a serum just like what he used with those thieves. One may not be aware of it but Oliver hates seeing blood. It makes him remember the past when he was having injuries. If he let someone bleed, he thinks that he is the same as them.

The Bedsheet around her were soaking with her tears. He finished scaring her white milky skin. He looked at his work on her skin. DAMIEN. He had tatooted his name on her skin. He heaved a long sigh and looked into Emma's eyes. She was like a corpse right now. Her eyes were so red and puffy. Her eyes were completely dried off. Her eyes had produced more than enough tears that it never came again right now. She was stared at him blankly. He gave the gun back to the man and he left the room. The room became silent and only their breathing a were heard.

He let out a ragged, terrifying gasp, sucking in a lungful of the ozone-tainted air as if he had been submerged underwater for an eternity. His eyes snapped open. Elara froze. The sclera of his eyes, normally white, were entirely bloodshot from ruptured vessels, but his pupils were blown wide and completely engulfed in an unnatural, shifting blue luminescence. It was the exact shade of the ship's primary optical sensors. "Dante?" Elara whispered, terrified to move, terrified to breathe.

Zachary told the man whose right eye is bleeding. "Zachary Lumia, I thought you were dead. Did you also kill the demon in hell so you escaped? It's a pity because I still wanted to see you properly but I've lost one eye so how can I still enjoy seeing you die? Ah, yes. Your scream, I want to hear you scream." The man said, he laughed as if he was going crazy, he covered his right eye with his hand. Seems like he doesn't care to have the thing stuck there now, he looked at them all before smiling horribly.

I let out a purr, closing my eyes as he rubbed the back of my ears. “I have never seen this before, Damien,” Dante said, his face serious. He was about to reply, but Julius ran back to us with a huge ass mirror. “Where do you even get that?” Richard asked. “The omegas. They have a couple,” he said, standing the mirror. Damien stood up, and I was looking at myself in the mirror. At first, I looked quietly, then I bent my head, rubbing my eyes on my paw to make sure I was not dreaming. I looked up again, and I wasn’t dreaming. I am white, completely white, and huge. I walked closer to the mirror to take a better look, even though I see clearly. I turned around, trying to spot another colour, b

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."

I gulp audibly but nod my head. “Good, little doll, good.” He turns around, motioning me to follow him closer to the third table, where a woman with manic eyes stares back at me. Her eyes are filled with hate, and it floods my system. Her nightgown is tattered, blood coating the ends. One eye is completely swollen shut, but based off the blood coating her face, I have a feeling it’s missing completely. Both hands are broken, fingers bent in odd ways and in some cases missing completely. Large gashes travel from the top of each thigh down her legs, a weird blue, glowing liquid oozing out of the wounds.

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.