Tanjiro Eyes Bleeding Novels & Stories

I held my breath as I flicked on the light, half expecting an angry Alpha sitting in the chair across from me, but the orange glow of the chandelier revealed the room to be empty. “Oh boy, that looks bad.” I said to myself as I approached the bathroom mirror, exhaling sharply as I saw the skin around my eye turning a sickening purple colour. A layer of earth and debris coated my body and the gash above my eyebrow where Adrian’s boot had connected with my head was an angry red, now coated with sticky dried blood which streaked the entire right side of my face and neck. I inwardly groaned as I stepped into the shower, watching the clear water turn muddy as it trailed down my body and into the

His eyes were firmly locked upon some of the beasts that were snarling and gnashing their teeth at him. And the beast’s eyes locked upon him. Red eyes, those eyes… its eyes looked like Aria’s on that day she tried to kill me, Jin thought with a sense of growing dread more than a passing thought as he lowered the pistol, just as the beast fell to the ground with a loud thud. Inaudibly, he swallowed the lump forming in his throat. It couldn’t. It couldn’t be… “JIN, HE’S BLEEDING–!” “Take my uncle to safety then!” Jin commanded, not daring to look down at his uncle’s wounds and the blood dripping on his shirt as he nudged his uncle firmly to the other knight’s direction before marching away.

Scarecrow, dancing backward, scrabbling for something, anything—some kind of weapon, but it didn’t matter. Because Calder burst through, the barrier slurping off of him and twanging back into shape behind him. His eyes glowed, but crimson seeped down his face. His eyes were bleeding. His skin reddened and bubbled as I watched, flaking, crisping, his body disintegrating by the instant.

But if I look into it pretty bad and dried blood makes it worse. I whimpered when a soft cloth touches the affected area followed by some kind of white power which I don't know the name of but it sure hurts like hell. Tears started forming in the back of my eyes but I denied them to fall in front of a mere stranger and give anyone else credit for considering me weak. Once done tying up my wounds with silk clothing, he looks up straight into my eyes. There is something that I don't understand, but deep down I am aware of it. For now, it's complicated.

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!"

He felt the blood coming out of his eyes as soon as his and Santi's eyes met. He did not know why, but Santi's eyes made him terrified for some unknown reason. Furthermore, his eyes... His supposedly blue jeweled eyes turned into purple ones. But his now purple eyes were different from Maureen's. Santi's purple eyes spoke power, majesty and danger. And to his shock, just a glance from him made his eyes bleed. Just... what was that? Lorenzo healed his eyes. When he opened them, he saw that Santi was now sitting on his daughter's side just like before as if nothing happened.

I would have clasped my ears if my other hand wasn’t in Edric’s. For a brief moment, I opened my eyes…when his hand clasped around mine a little too tightly and saw the veins in his entire body burn a bright black. But the black was dotted…dotted with beads of blood that splashed all around as Muzan stabbed him over and over again. I saw that his eyes were on me. He was watching me as he faded into unconsciousness. As his world diluted, and as he…maybe had his eyes open for the last time, before he closed them, he smiled at me.

Whatever the case may be, she was not ready for any. She had come here to make it big in life. And that she had to achieve by whatever means. She crouched down close to Henry to check on him. Blood was oozing heavily from the injured part at high pressure like water in a punctured pipe. A pool of it had already formed on the floor around his head. She stood up and reached for her towel in the wardrobe. She tied it around his head covering the wounded area. She was hoping it was going to help stop the bleeding. She checked his pulse and a renewed hope developed within her as she felt the rhythm of his throbbing heart.

I felt ships crossing distant waters. Storm drains beneath the city. Blood in wounded bodies. Tears clinging to Kiyomi’s lashes inside the lighthouse. The sea was not one place. It was everywhere. Waiting. I opened my eyes. Astraya’s smile faded. The chapel windows burst inward. Rain stopped in the air. Thousands of droplets hung around me, bright as glass. Cael stared. “That is new.” I lifted my hand. The red mark turned white. Every drop moved. They spun into narrow blades and cut through the black hands holding Cael and Shigure.

Darcio roared, charging even faster than before, sinking his teeth into Dearon's side— My mouth opened in a silent scream. A single tear slid down my cheek. Dearon rolled to the side, letting Darcio's teeth rip his flesh. A thick stream of Dearon's blood stained the ground, but he leaped back to his feet, a powerful growl tearing through his throat. Then he lunged, diving low and closing his jaws over Darcio's neck. A sliver of hope flared within me, but then I saw it—the odd, unnatural glow in Darcio's eyes. The power of the Moon Tear…