Tanjiro Blood Eyes Novels & Stories

“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.

His dark suit fit his broad frame like it had been tailored by fear itself. The firelight carved shadows across his sharp jaw and steady eyes, making him look both refined and untouchable. His dark hair was perfectly in place, not a strand out of line. There was something striking about him—handsome, in a way that was dangerous to admit. But it was his eyes that made my pulse stutter. Gray, like a storm ready to break. Cold, assessing, and far too steady. “Signorina Marino,” he said, his voice low, smooth, and disarmingly polite. “Welcome.”

or maybe a vampire. I stepped back and my eyes widened when I saw his face. He was dressed all in black and had very black eyes as if he was possessed by an evil spirit. Black surrounds his eyes like eye bags. There was blood in his mouth and I knew it was fresh blood. His fangs are sharp and his claws are also long and sharp. I'm nervous but I'm not afraid. I'm not afraid because I have nothing to fear and I'm nervous because I know that I'm in danger but I'll fight even though I know I won't win against a being more powerful than me.

To the new leader of the blood-born, Malakai was the ultimate prize—a never-ending, self-replenishing blood bag of pure sustenance. The entity pulled back, its jagged jaw smeared with Malakai's bright, vibrant crimson blood. The monster let out a low, vibrating hum of sheer satisfaction. With a casual, effortless tug, it hauled Malakai's limp, paralyzed body out of the mud by his ruined silk collar, dragging him backward toward the edge of the cliff like a piece of slaughtered meat.

I don't want to die in their hands! I'm getting dizzy and feel like I'm almost out of blood. I opened my eyes again and looked at the monster beside me, Danrious; he was staring at me as he always does, but his eyes weren't red like his twin's. My mind was already racing when everything went black.

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

While he may be an Alpha now a large part of him will identify as the Beta he was raised to be. "What? No more threats?" I ask, trying to taunt him as he turns back around to gawk at me standing before him covered in sweat and the blood of my enemies. Tiberius nearly fainting when he sees my bi-colored eyes, his adams apple bobbing with every nervous gulp. His eyes flash with recognition as he sees the dagger hanging loosely the blood of others already beginning to dry on the silver blade.

Grey carried the bloody eyeballs in his hands like gems, the key to his long awaited revenge. He stepped over Odyssey's body mangled beyond recognition the only identity left were the clothes he wore. The eyeballs dropped into the bowl raising the amount of blood already present. "The moon is will soon be in place. I am going start the spell, when a beam hits the bowl boil add fire!" The jacket sprawled across the floor as he rolled up his sleeves to more marks running up his arms. Both arms free over the alter his eyes turned milky white as he took in a deep inhale.

Tears rolled out of my eyes in pain. I quickly opened my eyes in fear. ‘Not just he hit me, but he also forcefully drank my blood.’ * #TBC

Like saying it out loud is its own kind of relief. "Don't talk," I say. I put my hands on him. The Moonblood knows what to do. I don't have to direct it or manage it or be afraid of it. It moves through me the way it has been waiting to move — not forced, not pushed, simply allowed. It finds the powder's trace in his blood the way light finds the edges of things in a dark room. Not by force. By nature. By the simple fact that where this kind of light goes, the things that hide in darkness cannot stay hidden.