Novel & Cerita Tanjiro Blood Eye

I groan as pain explodes in my temple and hot liquid cascades down my face. The fvcker. “Blood—yum.” He grins, and he’s definitely not faking it. The sick fvck does enjoy the sight of blood more than anything. “Let’s start with those pretty nails, eh?” He steps behind me and takes my hand in his. I tense, holding my breath. If he hurts my sniper arm, I’m going to bloody murder him. “Oh wait.” He motions at one of the guards. “Pass me a knife, would ya? I want to cut his skin at the same time.”

They said that the seal can only be broken by the one who did it, but in this case, I doubt if Ren would do me such favor or I could force him to. “You…” I looked at my smiling enemy with hot tears in my cheeks, my eyes blazing with wrath, and my body screaming for vengeance. “Come on, don’t be too sentimental. He’s just a dragon. I was just trying to get even, anyway. He paralyzed my dear Toru, I can’t just sit back.” “Ophe—”

Love. His eyes flicker behind me, his eyebrows furrowing slightly as he's confused. Before widening quickly, and realisation crosses his eyes. What made me worry most was the weariness that I could see on his face, he actually feared whatever was coming behind me. Him, the very first Bain Lycan, the first pure blood.

After serving as the food they must take blood tonics and feed on nourishing delicacies to replenish their strength and blood. A blonde maid came over to me and a redhead went towards Cass. They both took a knife and sliced their wrists. The pleasant smell of their blood filled my nostrils and soon took over my nervous system. Some drops of blood splattered on the floor and I could feel the beast from within begging to be unleashed. Adrenaline coursed through my veins and my orbs turned darker at the immense hunger. Black veins reflected underneath my eyes and I sank my elongated fangs into the maid. The nourishing drink filled every part of my body and awoke me in a rejuvenating way. I coul

As Ace flipped through the pages, the soft crackling of the paper filled the space. Ace's fingers moved skillfully over the pages, his eyes scanning each drawing with a mix of pain and yearning. As he turned the pages, I leaned in closer, mesmerized by his talent, my gaze fixed on his strong fingers gently handling each page. Each one unveiled a new design, a new narrative. On one page, I saw a boy gazing at a river, his face reflecting deep sorrow.

Anine asked. "Your daughter needs the blood of the deity on it. When he appeares in human form, give him a cut. Do not wrestle with him. Just a cut. The blood of that body he uses is the only thing that is needed on this sword. Ajonwa is a Spirit but he uses the body to wreak havoc. Get the blood on the sword and he would be no more. "He would kill me!" Anine said almost loudly. "Once his blood touches the sword, he would be rendered powerless and he will never use that body again. Can you do it? Consider the generation yet unborn and what he would do to them. Remember what he did to you, would you allow him to do it to another?"

His jaw hardened when he saw the blood. I should have moved sooner. You moved when I needed you. His thumb brushed beneath the wound. The touch lingered. Kiyomi stirred against Hayate’s chest. Is she alive? Yes, Hayate said. I meant Ayame. I am here. She opened her eyes. Brown. Tired. She looked at the blood on my neck and turned away. I did that. Orochi did. My hand held the knife. Hayate tightened one arm around her. You fought him.

He's not going to marry anyone," Dante said like he was trying to convince himself than he was trying to convince me. Even though he wasn't going to marry anyone..sooner or later, I'd leave. Alexander Tyrone, fucking Greek God. A perfect sculpture with a silhouette that was twice a man. His frame was that of god himself and his eyes...those deep blue eyes that could make anyone wet was the best part of him she liked. Those eyes showed nothing, no emotion at all. "Eat. You think a lot for a little body." Dante said, with a frown. "Are you saying that I'm small?" I asked, drinking down my smoothie that was brought by another waiter.

From his aristocratic clothing Iris could tell it is a Vampire. "The closer we approached the riverside a vision caught us. A vision of a small girl floating on the river. Our strong bloodline can detect the true royals and we assumed the girl in our vision is our hope. We used to have black hair and eyes but the presence of a true royal changed to a darker shade of red. Please believe us we want to bring back our lost bloodline." Cayden's brother, Tennin, cried out. "We need to find the little girl because my bloodlines future is at stake." Cayden added.

I moved my arm in front of the mirror, confirming that it was indeed my body. My slightly grayish skin, my arms, but there was no hair on my body, even though I was as big as in my main transformation or even bigger. Suddenly, my reflection smiled, he touched the mirror from the other side, and I stared at my hands, watching the blood drip from them. I looked at each one of them, all standing next to my body. A voice echoed through the place, and his completely purple eyes stared at me intensely. I didn't know what it meant, but I was sure that was definitely not me. It couldn't be. I had never been like that, my body seemed to tingle, and I could see that the guy was more sadistic than I wa