Tanjiro Blood Eyes Novels & Stories

His eyes are now pitch black and emotionless, like he was someone else. The person he was killing looked like something was getting out of his body as he looked smaller and thinner. I couldn’t understand what was going on and tried to ask the others, but Anthony chuckled behind me and said. ‘’Bloodlust’’ Bloodlust? Riley is draining his blood; he dropped his body, and his eyes started to turn back to normal. He looked scared as he stepped away from the body. I moved to get closer to him, but Anthony’s voice reached him first.

Ding Hao ran his Martial Arts Third Eye. The vertical eye between his eyebrows opened again and the golden light shone through the space. He looked toward the huge cluster of blood. Through layers of bloody liquid, it could be vaguely seen that all the people who had been attracted into the cluster of blood, regardless of their strength, were almost quickly corroded into liquid. Even their bones were not left... The bright stars merged into the cluster of blood and began to continuously agglomerate as if they were forming something terrifying!

Is it the blood that's all over him or the content he just puked out of his mouth. Takeshi looks at his hands and clothes coated red with the blood of the boy. Some splashed upon his face as one of the drops rolls down right upon from his left eye. "Such a disgusting impure blood and oh here it is" Takeshi picks up the small mean that he just cut off. Nothing but the scream of the boy echoed around now soken by its own blood all over eyes closed shut. A smug form over his face how perfectly it has been cut by the teeth of its own turning his eyes at the boy.

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.

"He cannot resist the call of his own blood." Siron bit his lip. He? Who? Was it me? Or Morat? The figure then bent down, dipped its finger into the pool of blood on the floor, and added a line beneath the writing, completing the circular symbol. As it stood up, the emergency light briefly illuminated the side of its face. Siron saw pale skin, almost gray, and very dark eyes. Not the red eyes like the shadow before, but ordinary human eyes that were empty, without light. The figure then turned and walked toward the exit, still dragging the bundle. Siron waited until the footsteps vanished, then dared to come out of hiding.

The brown in her eyes slowly evaporated leaving only the whites and from the corner of her eyes, thick scarlet liquid began to drip. "Cry me a river." The girl cackled in a voice that could not possibly be hers. "The sins of the blood have found you child of the Cherry Blossoms. Contentment will delude you. The love of those that adore you will trickle down and in the end with your own hands, you'll be your ruin."

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.