Shinigami Eyes Extended Novels & Stories

I stand in the middle of the Glass hut where some colorful circles are drawn on the ground before I look for Anemia's next instructions. "Close your eyes and think about what you want to know. Do remember not to open your eyes before she finds what you are looking for. You get only shot for this." Okay, it does make me worried but I follow her instructions and think about that pair of blood-red eyes with gold in them. A wave of power surge through my body before the pain of thousands of stabs pierce a blood thrilling scream from my mouth. All I can see is blood…..all around me.

she repeated, teasing me before sauntering off. It was a vacuum here. Everywhere was dark. Zita had pure daffodil colored eyes that beamed radiantly. She had supervisions, and same for Wendy who had brigy onyx-amethyst, or dark purple eyes as she called it. Well, I needed to use my super vision. Shifting to my vampire form, the entire place shone brightly. I could see even germs roaming around- well, maybe not that superior. We searched our asses out. Well maybe there was no way we could find that book. Did the book even exist, or was there ever a book like that.

Black blood poured out and sizzled as it dropped on the earth. Almost instantly, the wound healed up. The three figures started chanting a strange spell and blue smoke billowed out from the crystal. The smoke swirled and images could be seen on it. There was a girl with purple hair and silver eyes, and then it changed to another scene where a massive beast prowled around aggressively. It was a lycan. The scene changed again to another where a bright beam of light emanated from the purple haired girl. Her eyes were glowing brightly, and she was staring straight at the hooded figures.

The powder stung my eyes, burning them. Another sharp stab was accompanied by the heat of the silver. *Help* I cried out through the link. With my eyes blinded, I couldn’t see the next attack and felt the cool blade pierce through my skin, low on my back. I lashed out, trying to inflict any damage I could on the assailants. Fuck, I thought. I was handicapped. In the background, the sounds of Arcas’ and Orion’s beast tearing at each other apart reached my ears. I rubbed my eyes, my vision blurry but my eyes were healing and I could make out the shape of a large shifter, with white hair and violet eyes.

He then raised his hand in front of him, his dark eyes suddenly burning several shades of blue as cold sweat slid down his spine. Kiran felt his thrumming heartbeat before she noticed the panicked look in his sapphire eyes. She gaped when she realized that his eyes not only changed colors in front of her, but a massive glowing silvery blue circle of flickering symbols also expanded from his open palm. She had only seen it in anime shows and video games: magic circles that appeared whenever a character was casting a spell. And the magic circle that Noorh was casting seemed big enough to cover them both. "A shield!" Kiran excitedly gasped as the symbols morphed and flickered around the circle.

Unlike any other human gaze I had encountered, hers shimmered with an otherworldly radiance, reminiscent of stars sparkling upon a midnight canvas. Her natural eye color transcended the conventional hazel shade, revealing occasional flickers that had caught my attention on multiple occasions. Initially, I hadn't paid it much heed, dismissing it as a trivial peculiarity. However, now, as her eyes shimmered once more, I couldn't ignore it. Vampires' eye pupil tends to flicker to red when they are hungry for blood, agitated, desirous, or experiencing other intense sensations that could trigger a transformation. The crimson flicker of a vampire's pupils held a profound meaning.

Everyone else is calm and collected as if nothing out of the ordinary is going on. I glance back over at the crying infant, her little eyes filled with tears that roll down her fawn-coloured cheeks. It’s the first time I’ve seen her eyes, and I can’t help but feel surprised as I take in their appearance. They’re intense, like pools of lava formed by a dazzling gold around the pupil that bleeds into a vibrant crimson red. As a Goddess, I had expected her to be born with silver eyes like the other Gods, but instead, they are the perfect mix of her mother’s golden eyes and the blood red that once signified Oshmin’s curse.

Holding my gaze, she gave a single nod. Carefully, I brushed my thumb across her eyelids before weaving the color guard. Threads of green lightning rose from my fingertips, twisting into glowing sigils that floated inches away from her eyelids. She slowly opened her eyes. The sigils settled over her irises like contact lenses made of delicate rings of light before disappearing beneath them. She blinked, lowering her gaze. “Is it uncomfortable?” I asked. She shook her head, licking her parched lips. My gaze lingered there.

She swiftly turned around and ran away from me, not bothering to pick up the herbs that she had dropped earlier, while I remained standing there, trying to replay the memory of what I had seen in her eyes. Her eyes shifted into something dark – totally black with a slit in the middle. A slit that was like an opening to another portal — and it was colored green. Her eyes stood out vividly in my memory. And first, I thought it was her wolf, until I remembered I had seen those eyes somewhere.

My lungs refused to function. Standing about ten feet away, surrounded by a faint, swirling aura of hot silver sparks and golden fire, was... me. An exact, literal carbon copy of myself. He had the same messy dark hair, the same grey sweatpants, the same scuffed boots. But his eyes,,, his eyes weren't normal. They glowed with an intense, terrifying mixture of Fenrir's silver and Daekan's gold, bleeding together like molten metal poured into the same crucible.