Tanjiro Eyes Bleeding Mga Nobela at Kwento

I can't believe he manages to smile at this situation. "Don't close your eyes, please." I tapped his cheeks. He is loosing a lot of blood, I can't even concentrate. "Ace." My body went cold as he slowly closes his eyes. ~~~~~

The pain slowly faded away as my eyes snapped open once more to glance upon the faces I'd been longing to see. I could finally feel the weight of my whole body as it pressed against the chair I had been sitting in, as I looked around the room taking in all the faces I had been yearnig to set my eyes on again. Small gasps errupted around the room as faces turned pale as I looked back at them. I felt the warmth of Ian's hands around my shoulders as he slowly turned me to face him, as our eyes met, his features on his face filled with concern, quickly switching to anger as his voice boomed " What the fuck happened to your eye!?"

I just saw that a golden color came out of Elijah's body and it enveloped me. But, even if he did that the pain was not relieved. Suddenly I was shocked when I felt like there was an obstruction in my eye that was a bit painful and my vision turned red. Even though my head hurt, I was able to rub my eyes and was shocked by what I was seeing. I have blood on my hand. That blood came from my eyes. My eyes are bleeding. I can see how scared Elijah is. He tried to pick me up to take me out of the pyramid but suddenly my body sank into the floor creating a big groove around it.

The focus of the eyes widened wide followed by tense veins. Now, the movements of the neck body began to spin. Gumiho showed her ferocity behind the ropes that bound her very tightly. Glancing from the side, highlighting two eyeballs that have changed. Red eyes with sharp, pointed teeth. Long nails grow in seconds, veins begin to swell as time go on. Cho Ye Joon is completely in body tonight. Even the Nine-Tails looked fiercer than before, fluttering slowly with a striking orange color. Grrrr!

I lifted my gaze as my eyes turn cold and emotionless. "Shit. You're bleeding" he hissed. Worries is evident in his voice but I am not sure if that is for me or maybe that is for himself because for sure once Sain saw my bleeding legs cause my the fragments of broken glasses, he will turn berserk and might end up ripping Pierro's neck. I swallow hard trying to find my voice. I gaze down and saw a droplets of blood on the floor. I automatically smell the scent of it that feels like an old iron filled with rust. My lips form into thin line attentive to Pierro's hand on my arm.

My vision flickered and spots of black clouded my sight, but I did not know why. It could not be grief, could it? That would be too humiliating. 'Lana Branch, you really misjudged him, didn't you?'

Fear grasped him at once. Not because of his nose, but the fact the he now had his eyes bleeding the same strange liquid. It didn't hurt him, but it was totally abnormal to get such reactions from his body. Darius words came back to him and his hands grew shaky. Trying not to panic, his hands fiddled around to grab more tissues, wiping off his nose and eyes while trying to stay calm. But that was impossible, because the black tears kept pouring out regardless of how many times he wiped.

Blood was flowing from his nose now, thick and fast but that wasn't all. His eyes – blood leaked from the corners of his eyes like crimson tears. His mouth – blood trickled from his lips. And his ears, thin streams of red ran down his neck. He was bleeding from every opening in his face. "Dante!" I screamed, trying to run to him. Rye grabbed me, holding me back. "That's what happens when you fight the spell too hard. He's trying to break free with brute force. Stupid, really. All he's doing is killing himself faster."

It was burning green and orange. “Ahhhhhh! Help," Tomas growled. A fiery glow covered his veins, so brilliant that he wanted to cover his eyes but dare not; however, it stopped. In a moment, it vanished like it had never been there before. It was the most frightening and worst experience of his life. His eyes hazed, and he knew he was losing his sight when a raw, pungent, heavy tear escaped them; it escaped from his nose and ears too.

That’s when he noticed the blood droplets standing out in a shiny crimson red before fading to a ruddy brown. “Jack, let me look at you,” he said gently, trying to pull back from Jaxsen’s clasping grasp. He wailed his protest tightening his grip around Sebastian’s neck. “Jaxsen, baby boy, you’re bleeding. Please let me see?” With hiccupping sobs Jaxsen sat back to allow his arm to be looked at. Quicksilver tears fell harder as he too caught sight of his arm. “Hush now. Let me see.” Nizhoni handed him a paper towel which he used to gently wipe the area.