Novel & Cerita Tanjiro Blood Eyes

He howls in anguish and stumbles back, holding his broken hand to his chest. Taking advantage of this opportunity, I pull his head between the palms of my hands and jab my thumbs into his eyes. He screeches loudly and blindly wraps his hands around my legs, trying to debilitate me. But I have the advantage now. Raising my knee up, I slam it against his nose hard. Taylor falls weakly and slides back on the floor. What shocks me is that instead of blood coming out of his wounds, there is a strange blue liquid pouring down his face.

My eyes went up, and I saw someone lying on the floor while another person was drinking their blood. I gasped, and the figure turned around. “Tarr!” I shouted, seeing his eyes glowing crimson under the moonlight. Instead of his canines, there was a set of fangs jutting out of his lips, their tips coated with blood. The blood of Grace. It was the head maid Grace’s body that was lying on the floor.

Blood red eyes. A Rogue. Sahari turned into a Rogue.

His voice was hoarse, and a puddle of blood had started to congeal on the floor around him. Fresh blood dripped into the puddle, his head sagging forward. “I’ve told you everything I know.” “I don’t know, Anan. Have you?” Blood was streaked across Wilder’s face, his hands looked like he’d dipped them into a bucket of blood, his hair was matted with it. His toenails lay in a bloody heap as did the ten severed toes. “I mean, I haven’t even started on your hands yet.”

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.”

Doesn’t bleed. Another bounds toward him. He shifts back just enough to draw the blade from his waist, plunges it deep through the creature’s side. It folds, body caving inward like deflated skin. Still, no blood. Bernardo curses somewhere behind him. “What the fuck are they?!” Another warrior screams. The sound ends too fast. Theon grabs the nearest enemy by the throat, lifts it off the ground. Its legs kick once, then still. Its eyes blink—once. Then again. But not in fear. Not in pain.

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!"