Tanjiro Blood Eyes Novels & Stories

So I grabbed my teddy bear and walked down the stairs. When I came into the kitchen, I didn't saw my daddy and my mommy standing there, arguing and fighting. I just saw my mommy laying on the floor in a puddle of blood. The red liquid was coming out of her belly and flooded around her. Her eyes were wide open and her brown hair had become red of her blood. I whispered her name and grabbed her hand as I knelt next to her. The tears were falling down my cheeks like a waterfall. Her blood was now on my white pajamas. My hands were painted with her blood as I tried to shake her awake.

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.”

I grabbed the hem of Felix's shirt, fixed a pitiful expression on my face, and mumbled, "I believe you, Felix." Felix's expression softened as he helped me back to my feet. Taking advantage of the fact that the other wolves' attention was still on us, I retrieved a document from my bag and handed it to Felix. "I accidentally recorded your pup's blood type as AB when I registered his information last time. The truth is, his blood type is O." Felix's face twisted as he snatched the document from me. An eerie silence descended upon the hall. Everyone knew that all the wolves of the Blackrock pack had type-AB blood, making it impossible for a pup with type-O blood to exist in the pack.

Young Master Yao looked very happy to see blood splattered everywhere. "Hahahaha, ah! Blood really makes me happy. Let's taste our food now, starting with the eyes. Hopefully, the taste won't disappoint me," Young Master Yao used his two fingers to pick up the man's eyes, then put them in his mouth and chewed them whole. Crack... crackk...

The redness in Jones Henry's eyes became more and more intense, and even tears of blood began to flow out of his eyes. "I'm afraid that all of you still do not know what it is that allowed us to discover Bone-refining Essence Silkworms. Now, let me show you just how terrifying it is to have broken that Eight-eyed's decades of seal!"

But when it walks towards me softly, I recognize those amber eyes. "Jordan…" I whisper softly. The alpha of the Blood Moon. He looks ferocious, ready to pounce. Those canines are prepared to tear into the flesh of enemies, ripping them to pieces. But his eyes look soft, and they are focused on me. I feel the aura emanating from him.

“She did way fucking more than just shoot him.” Dominic looked down at the horrific sight that was Matthew Bianchi. His eyes had been stabbed out and the knife was still in his chest. Dominic had no idea how many times she’d stabbed him in his heart but he knew that on a primal level, taking his eyes and heart was her way of avenging herself. “I’m glad to know she can handle herself but I’m sorry she had to do it though. I would’ve gladly killed this animal slowly.” “Someone will know he was here,” Lev said and dragged a hand through his hair.

She walked to my side, her eyes on my knuckles as I looked at her mirror view. “It is to me. I hope you had a fun night with Gibson?” I finally turned my gaze to her, her eyes still on my knuckles. Refusing to give me a reply, she asked instead, “Is this blood yours or the person you probably beat up?” “Why would I let a human make me bleed?” “Oh jeez, stop being so egotistic and answer the goddamn question, Emmett.” A vein pulsed by the side of her head as she shouted, her brows arched with worries.

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.