Tanjiro Blood Eye Novels & Stories

He has been down here for four hours, which is nothing, which is routine, which is what he tells himself. The blood-sense has been smoking for eleven days. Two hundred and sixty-three years he's had it. Since the night in 1762 when a woman named Elise, who turned him against his own considered wishes in a Viennese cellar during the Seven Years' War, pressed her wrist against his mouth and said, you'll understand in a moment, and he did. He understood immediately. He felt his bloodline snap into place the way you feel a map unfold — the specific geography of everyone who had ever come from Elise, and everyone who had come from them, a web of thirty-seven souls distributed across Europe like s

I held it with both hands. A fistful of my hair was snatched and he turned me to fully look at him. Before I could register his features, I pushed the sword upwards and into his abdomen as far as I could. His blood splattered on my nightwear and across my face. That was when I noticed his eyes. Or his lack of eyes thereof. He had no eyes, just like the woman at the tower. Just a face with every other feature asides eyes. I screamed when his body came tumbling down on me but now, he was lifeless. Using the last ounce of my energy, I pushed him aside and stood to my feet.

“You are the key—and the blade. The one who may heal, or the one who may destroy.” Maya’s skin prickled as the water around them shimmered. A pulse of energy rippled outward, and then the voice came—not Sirena’s, not anyone’s, but something ancient that thrummed with power. "When sea meets shadow and moonlight bleeds, A child of three shall rise from need. Wolf of white with eyes of ice, Bound by blood yet torn by vice." Maya’s chest tightened, her wolf stirring restlessly beneath her skin.

His voice was hoarse, and a puddle of blood had started to congeal on the floor around him. Fresh blood dripped into the puddle, his head sagging forward. “I’ve told you everything I know.” “I don’t know, Anan. Have you?” Blood was streaked across Wilder’s face, his hands looked like he’d dipped them into a bucket of blood, his hair was matted with it. His toenails lay in a bloody heap as did the ten severed toes. “I mean, I haven’t even started on your hands yet.”

“Then why does your blood smell like his?” Her pulse stuttered. “Maybe because I’m the only one who didn’t plan to kill him.” For an instant, the great King of Lycans looked amused. Then the ground trembled. The runes screamed white, and something dark peeled itself out of the treeline— a shape of claws and smoke that shrieked like broken metal. Taren screamed. Kaelira shifted before she knew she had moved. And the forest, for the first time, looked back.

I didn't need to look at my reflection to know my eyes were a bright red. I opened my cabinet and grabbed the decanter of blood, opening it. The metallic scent of blood seemed to send my senses into overdrive and I closed my eyes, reeling in my beast before pouring the blood into a glass. I gulped it down, sating the thirst. I let out a groan, my beast sated for now. The doors opened and Tony walked in. He took one look at me and the blood filled glass container in my hand. “You wanted to see me?”

“I’m right outside. Yell if you need me.” I step inside, the door sealing behind me. The vault’s dim, a single pedestal glowing, holding the scroll. A figure appears—Akira, the last Moon Eyes, her eyes like mine, radiant. “Ember,” she says, voice soft but heavy. “You’re here to see the truth.” “Show me,” I say, gripping my knife. “What’s this spirit? Why my blood?”

My eyes went up, and I saw someone lying on the floor while another person was drinking their blood. I gasped, and the figure turned around. “Tarr!” I shouted, seeing his eyes glowing crimson under the moonlight. Instead of his canines, there was a set of fangs jutting out of his lips, their tips coated with blood. The blood of Grace. It was the head maid Grace’s body that was lying on the floor.

Suna held it tight around her neck and walked towards the altar, the blood that dripped nonstop from her eyes fell on her hands but she didn't care about that, her gaze was fixed on the scared bat in her hand. She picked up the knife, brought the bat closer to the jug and at once, she cut the head of the bat, its blood spilled into the jug and the green light which emanated from it became brighter, the blood of the bat on the knife dripped down on her hand. Suna glanced at her hand and cut her wrist with the knife, the blood of the bat on it mixed with hers. In deep agony, Suna screamed, the ground beneath her began to tremble violently but she stood firm to the ground. Here eyes were wide o

The world choke violently,all the creatures and beings felt the power and feared greatly,even the human world was in chaos,the chaos of the Ruthless Jonas was able to locate them,on reaching the spot he ran to Gavin and healed him immediately,Gavin stood up and made eye contact with Jonas and they ran after the king using their spiritual energy The king is already lost control and if they leave him he might destroy their world,Jonas can not watch that happen,he had been there for an unknown reason best known to him and he only lived to fulfill the quest and he will watch the Bloody Vampire King being born