Novel & Cerita Tanjiro Blood Eyes

After serving as the food they must take blood tonics and feed on nourishing delicacies to replenish their strength and blood. A blonde maid came over to me and a redhead went towards Cass. They both took a knife and sliced their wrists. The pleasant smell of their blood filled my nostrils and soon took over my nervous system. Some drops of blood splattered on the floor and I could feel the beast from within begging to be unleashed. Adrenaline coursed through my veins and my orbs turned darker at the immense hunger. Black veins reflected underneath my eyes and I sank my elongated fangs into the maid. The nourishing drink filled every part of my body and awoke me in a rejuvenating way. I coul

The kid’s eyes glowed as the fire grew and ate Gabriel Mezzaluna’s clothes along with his dismembered body. “I’ll live,” the boy said, as he spat on the eye of the buff man. “Brave words, kid. I like you,” he said as he punched the kid and went in the boat with his men. He grabbed the knife and threw it to the kid as the boat where the body and the boy was began to explode in the distance.

Alessio’s Pov “What the hell are you talking about?” I snapped, confused as hell by Raven’s sudden interruption. She didn’t answer. Just pointed, at me. I raised my hand, brushed the underside of my nose. It was warm and wet. Blood. I stared at the red smear on my fingertips, my pulse picking up immediately. “What the fuck—?” I turned sharply to Valerius. “What is the meaning of this?” Diego and the rest of my pack were already rising to their feet. Chairs scraped violently across the stone floor. Raven stood too, her dagger already slipping into her hand like second nature.

She nodded her head. I made a small slash at my wrists and watched my blood begin to pool around the wound. Arisa reached for my wrist gingerly. She slowly brought it to her lips and began drinking. A shudder passed through me as she drank my blood. A second later she pulled away. Her eyes had tints of red in them, proof of the bonding process.

I admit while brushing her hair back out of the way and she shakes her head. “Hanzo what’s going on? You’re different,” she sighs with her forehead pressed to my shoulder. I can feel that she is fighting her blood lust. “Tori look at me,” I instruct pulling her chin up to show her eyes are close. I let my eyes turn red to show her what I am. She opens her eyes and nearly jumps out of her skin seeing the color of my eyes. “Tori,” I sigh when she doesn’t move. “You,”

“One slice. It will be clean. No one will even see the gash as you lay in your coffin. I’ll put that pretty lavender dress with the high neck on you. No one will see and you’ll look so peaceful.” Thunk! Jeannine screamed. More wood fell from the door. One ice-blue eye looked in at her now. “Mama loves you,” the eye said. “It will be quick. I’ll drink your blood and have the power I need to wake Ti Malice. It’s perfect! With your blood, we’ll be together. Let me in, let me have your blood.” Thunk! Jeannine closed her eyes. She shut them so tight she saw stars against a black field of nothingness.

This best friend is a White girl… a countryman with the murderous gang that Quan once slaughtered. The other girl was one of the Silvers and happened to have the same eye color as her blood. Her dark blue hair was in a ponytail. As a result of Quan's actions too, there was a scar across her neck that looked painful. However, the look in her eyes seemed friendlier than that eerie impression.

“Fight for him, Irwin. He’s your mate. You weren’t bound to him by accident. It’s in your blood, in your soul. Fight!” The girl’s voice echoed, growing deeper and more commanding. “You weren’t just bound by chance—you were bound by bloodlines!” Heat surged through Irwin’s body, her vision blurring as rage and despair consumed her. She fell to her knees, her hands clawing at the ground. The earth trembled beneath her fingers, cracks forming and spreading outward as raw power coursed through her veins. “Save him!” the replica roared. With a feral scream, Irwin launched herself forward, her body ablaze with energy. Flames erupted from her hands as she reached Dorian, the fire searing through th

I'm just about to drive my blade through Jonathon’s heart, finally, after all the blood and games, when movement flashes at the edge of my vision. Instinct takes over. I pivot mid-strike, blade skimming wide as I counter with my elbow, narrowly blocking the oncoming blow. The force behind it stings. He steps out of the shadows, tall, composed, his black hair slicked back like he walked out of an old portrait, but those eyes, those glowing red eyes, scream hunger, control, obsession.

It twitches and vibrates. It boils and heats like steam. I stagger a little. I tilt my head upward. The next second, am down with a sneeze. A heavy and powerful sneeze. I sneeze thick red blood. My eyes blur and dialate. Everything appears artificial and unclear. I stagger sideways. My throat again itch. I again could numerous blood pint. It's really a bad sign. It explains bother Rowans venom gradually over powering and destroying my beastial side. The only side maintaining me alive.