Tanjiro Blood Eyes Novels & Stories

I screamed, lunging forward. But I was stopped mid-stride. A wall of invisible force, cold as a tombstone, slammed into my chest, throwing me back. I watched in horror as the black liquid solidified into jagged, obsidian chains. This was the **Blood-Binding**. I could see the chains sinking into Rowan’s skin, not just cutting his flesh, but hooking into his very essence. Rowan let out a sound that broke my heart. It wasn't the roar of a Beast. It was the choked, rattling cry of a man being hollowed out from the inside.

Then the glass broke, Alexander felt the shards cut through his skin and get stuck in his flesh but he didn’t flinch…instead the pain helped him to stay clear headed because at some point, all he could see was red. “This…Cullen,” surprisingly his voice still worked, even though he sounded like a man that was about to go on a fucking rampage. “He had blue eyes?” Yuki inhaled deeply, “Yes, he did,” Alexander brought down the phone from his ear and searched for the first picture of Sergio he saw online. He sent the picture to Yuki and heard her gasp from the other line. “Is that him?” “Yes!” Alexander chuckled darkly, his eyes already clouded with blood lust. “Good,” he replied.

Curly golden hair and light emerald eyes, pale skin, and a body similar to Rai's both in muscles and height. "You saw what?" He asked shocked. "What's wrong with you? Why did you take that shit off?" Ha, those two are so funny. I had a smirk on when I talked back at him, "You two are so damn funny. Both of you want me dead, just like everybody else. Yes, I can see others dying with my eyes. No, I do not kill them. No, I can't do anything about it. No, it can't be changed. Yes, I don't mind if you all blame me for it. Is that what you want to hear?" They both were speechless while staring back at me. "Look, brothers, I don't mind you hating me and wanting me dead. Really, I don't. But you hav

I knew for sure that this day was my death, just had to wait for the painless wound. A man carrying a machete stared at me with a red eye then started slowly towards me , his machete dripped of blood, his hand tied with a scarf. Everything about him reflected “death”. I could not bear the thought of being hitched to death, it was surely not the painless death that I had prayed to come.

I question. His eyes narrow at me, he now is looking at me with a rather intense gaze and he asks, "Raya, are you experiencing some abilities you haven't talked about?" I shift uncomfortably in my seat, feeling exposed under Arthur's piercing eyes. "I don't know," I mutter, averting my eyes. "Sometimes I feel like I can sense things before they happen, like a premonition or something. But... it hasn't happened frequently. And... the more blood I consume, the more I can see how my human side is fading. I'm starting to be unable to see my reflection.

Duly noted. “Acelin, it’s good to see you.” “You as well. Araya, this is Dr. Thana. She leads the research department.” “So I guess you need to take some of my blood,” I asked looking up to her. I was a little nervous. I hated giving blood in general. It always made me queasy. But now I was giving my blood to vampires. Somehow that didn’t seem to be the best idea I’ve ever had. “Try to stay calm. There is no need to worry.” Acelin spoke to me seemingly sensing my discomfort. I nodded at him and hopped up in the chair laying my arms down wrists up.

My skin turned cold. Raiken took the ledger. “Someone planned the council fight.” “And the leak,” Shin said. He pointed toward the blood jars. Each one carried a council name. Torren. Lysa. Varek. Even Raiken. A final jar sat apart from the others. Empty. Its label read AYAME. Cassian lifted it toward the light. “Not empty.” A black thread clung to the glass. It moved. Orochi’s blood. The mark on my arm pulsed in answer.

☉NAIDA Bloodied, warped green eyes. A dripping knife. Flashes and screams. Blood everywhere. All of the floor, pools of it, in my hands. Images and echoes of the mutilation drowned my senses. Most of that dark, sticky blood dripped down my hands. All over my hands. She put a knife to his heart! Execute her!

The Blood Mirror pulsed violently. It looked like a giant, floating heart. The dark red glow grew brighter. It turned the catacombs into a thick sea of blood. My blood flowed along the runes. It poured into the ancient glass. Through the blinding pain, I felt my life fading away. Ashen cracks spread across my pale skin. My veins bulged like black vines. "Finally!" Tania smiled in excitement. "Now everyone will see this traitor's true colors!"

Something sharp burst through my skin. The security device that attached to the school windows turned on an ear-splitting alarm. I propped myself up and pulled a big shard of glass out of my bleeding arm. Red hot blood started flowing angrily from my gash. I winced, not to the pain but the smell of my own blood. It had a surprisingly sweet, maddening scent I never thought was possible. For a moment, I just wanted to feed on myself, and that was a disgusting thought. A second later, my long deep cut patched itself up and the skin surface finally morphed and healed back to normal. No more bleeding, not even a scar. I blinked with astonishment.