Tanjiro Blood Eye Novels & Stories

assistant"> Seeing blood instead of tears flowing from a vampire's eyes left Jane in shock. She had always wondered whether a vampire could ever cry. Ever since learning of their existence, they had always seemed like creatures incapable of shedding tears, as though sadness never manifested the same way it did for humans. Yet somehow, it seemed they could cry after all. Not with ordinary tears though, but with thick crimson blood that slowly streaked down their cheeks. Somehow, the sight looked even more heartbreaking than actual tears, making it difficult for her to look away.

Oh thank god it worked, I didn't think it would. I take out the syringe, go ahead with the plan. The thin metal touches her skin but immediately breaks. Her hand tightly wrapped around my wrist and I stare into the very unfamiliar blood-red eyes that don't look too happy. "What do you think you're doing ?"Again it's not her sweet voice, the same mix of voices that sent chills down my spine and makes the hair on my neck stand. The beast is talking to me. "I am going to get your blood even if it's the last thing I do"I take my small pocket knife and grab her elbow trying to cut her arm and joint.

He told Kian to stand up and told his son to stand beside Kian. Queen Aryn came forward holding a small knife and a goblet. Thorin took the knife and handed it to his son. Kaleb took it and bowed. Kaleb cut his palm and let his blood drips on the goblet. He cleaned the knife with the white cloth before giving it to Kian. The latter took it and do what Kaleb did. After saying another chant, Thorin made them drink the blood. Kaleb's eyes turned pure black just like when Kian was when he's in beast mode, and Kian's eyes turned pure bloody red just like Kaleb's when Night is in control but with a tinge of gold.

He felt that he hadn't seen even half of Mane's full abilities and was willing to trust in the power of the Supreme. Mane saw everything with True Eyes, but he didn't step in to stop the evitable. Once he confirmed with True Eyes and Spirit Scan that Bloodlust would leave no negative effect on Tucker, he only watched the entire event unfold. He watched as Alucard sank his teeth into Tucker's flesh. He watched as Alucard suckled on Tucker's nape with insatiable thirst; much like a weaning baby. He watched as Tucker collapsed into the ground with less than half of his total blood volume remaining. Mane did nothing through it all. He only spectated.

One hand is pinning his wrist to his side where he holds the rope, the other scratching at his eyes, down his face in hopes to distract him long enough. My eyes glimpse my mothers broken vase, sad flowers having toppled to the floor hopelessly. Yet on the table, amongst a pool of water, are a few shards of broken glass. Grabbing the largest one in my hand, I ignore the bite of it as it breaks skin. He battles me off, taking a slash to the face, right above his eyebrow. Blood splashes down into his eyes, a brilliant scarlet colour...he's not a Tani. Gritting my teeth, I tug his hair, forcing his hair in one direction before I bring the glass down into his neck, cutting right through.

He didn't look at Kovac. His dark, haunted eyes were fixed entirely on me. He looked at the empty syringe on the floor, then up at my face, tracking the tears and the faint trace of blood beneath my nose. The terrifying, unyielding mafia lieutenant completely vanished, leaving behind the boy who had bled to carry me out of the fire. A heavy, heartbreaking sadness filled his eyes as he saw the recognition in mine. He knew, without me saying a single word, that the walls were gone.

For ten years, I was Vincent's blood bag and his sharpest blade. I offered my rare blood to sustain his ancient power. I offered my loyalty to secure his throne as the Vampire Lord of this territory. I thought my devotion might earn me the eternal embrace of the turning. Instead, I received the announcement of his marriage to Lilith. A princess from a powerful European vampire clan. He said it was a necessary alliance. He said my blood was still precious. But when the sanctified silver tearing through the car,he used my body as a shield, to ensure his bride remained unblemished. That's when I knew. I was never his lover. I was just a consumable resource, a blood bag to be used and discarded.

Alessio’s Pov “What the hell are you talking about?” I snapped, confused as hell by Raven’s sudden interruption. She didn’t answer. Just pointed, at me. I raised my hand, brushed the underside of my nose. It was warm and wet. Blood. I stared at the red smear on my fingertips, my pulse picking up immediately. “What the fuck—?” I turned sharply to Valerius. “What is the meaning of this?” Diego and the rest of my pack were already rising to their feet. Chairs scraped violently across the stone floor. Raven stood too, her dagger already slipping into her hand like second nature.

He set his glass down with deliberate calm, then stood, tall and commanding, his presence filling the room like a storm breaking. “Stay here,” he said, voice low but edged with steel. I shook my head frantically. “Wait…..” But he was already striding to the door. When he opened it, I caught a flash of chaos: a man in a suit collapsed against the wall, blood spreading across his chest, another dragged away by guards. The sharp tang of iron filled the air. My stomach lurched, bile burning my throat. Leonardo stepped out, murmured something I couldn’t hear, and the shouting dulled to curt orders. Within moments, the hallway was cleared, the bodies gone, the blood smeared away as if it had never

My eyes widened. No— it couldn't be. This creature was Zachary? But he was a Vampire from a very pure, very old bloodline. How was this possible? Before I could figure it out, the creature jumped— but not at me. He aimed for the driver instead; the weakest of us three. “Pierre! Look out!” I warned but it was too late. He had the man by the neck in seconds and effortlessly ripped out his throat. Then, he took off, disappearing into the fog and before we knew it, he was gone.