Wild Eyes Manga Novels & Stories

Fire. I slowly open my eyes to see I am correct... There's a massive fire in the middle of these woods. I can feel my mates. I know I can. I can smell their ocean scent.... I look up on the cliff to the left of us and see a set of glowing amethyst eyes, I look over and see another set of glowing ruby eyes. I turn my head to the cliff to the right of me and see glowing sapphire eyes. I look above me in the tree and see glowing emerald eyes.

My eyes snap open,but I am not in my room. I stand in a clearing drowned in fog. The moon above is wrong, bleeding red at the edges. The trees around me are blackened, twisted, as if they’ve been burned and grown back crooked. I clutch my stomach instinctively. The fog parts then she steps forward. Her hair is white, long and wild, floating as if underwater. Her eyes glow an unnatural violet, bright enough to pierce my skull. Symbols crawl faintly across her skin, pulsing with slow, living magic.

But she’s looking at the screen, a slight frown on her beautiful face. “Can you make anything of it?” I ask, looking down at the image once again. The tiny stark moon surrounded by darkness. The black shadows around the edge are beginning to claw across the page. Then the man who has tendrils of the darkness wrapped around him, curling around his arms and back, and right in the centre is the wolf with pink eyes, surrounded by pink cherry blossoms. There is a clear white area around the wolf and where the white part goes, the dark tendrils curve around it, not touching the white.

Then suddenly— Her hands began shaking. 💔 Every page contained the same drawing. Again. And again. And again. 👁️ A silver eye. Hundreds of times. Drawn in different sizes. Different styles. Different angles. But always the same eye. 🌙 Aaira turned another page. Then another. Then another. And her fear grew. Because beside the eye, there was always a number. 3:13 😱 Every drawing. Every page. Every symbol. 3:13. 💀 ⸻

I said in panic. "Calm down, we won't fall!" he answered who secretly returned An's hug. When An was scared, and this boat was attacked by something from the water. Akira uses her vampire eyes to see who did this. He saw a big fish trying to overthrow this boat. Strangely Akira saw this big fish under the influence of a vampire, the red eye was clearly not from the eyes of an ordinary fish but a fish that was under the influence of a vampire. It means that there are vampires around them. As soon as Akira made full use of her vampire's eyes, she saw Yasashi not far from here with Aresha. They both are behind a tree, in the forest. Akira smiled sweetly, he knew something behind it all.

"You are so beautiful, my dear. Today is a great day and we shall celebrate it for its greatness." He kissed her cheek and gazed openly at his other daughters. They could not contain their excitement. He was elated for them. He looked at her and, in her eyes, he could see her; his mother. Shinja had the loveliest eyes, brown like her grandmother. She had taken a little white streak on the left side of her hair. To be the youngest but the most reliable and mature had not been much of a choice to her. Her sisters were reluctant in taking on tough responsibilities so her empathetic nature made her engage in activities beyond her age. She understood her father's plight and always went out to hel

I pause for a moment and do as he said, I reach for his emotions and feel them, I grab onto it. He feels calm, safe, peaceful even and aroused. That sparks me back to life quick and I let go. I start to breathe again not realizing I ever stopped. He walks up to me slowly and puts his hands on my shoulders comforting. My hands instinctively reach for him but I put them back down before I touch him. “It’s okay little wolf, you’re safe,” he says looking me in my eyes and I see his beautiful blue ones. “What happened just now?” He asks me. “My dream last night. The man who attacked me, he was in wolf form stalking slowly towards me, and I froze. I guess I just felt like I was back in it and when

The wind rushed through my fur, a symphony of freedom, as I let go of all human concerns and embraced the wildness within me. As I ran, a glimmer of movement caught my attention. I slowed my pace, my keen eyes scanning the surrounding landscape. And then, I saw it—a pair of eyes, intense and fiery, glowing like molten embers in the darkness. Amber yellow eyes, fixed upon me with an unsettling intensity.

The kind that says I see you and I am glad and this is everything and I will not make it weird. When she pulls back her eyes are doing something. "Do not," I say. "I am not doing anything," she says. "Your eyes are doing something," I say. "They are fine," she says, blinking rapidly. "Completely fine. Dust." "Hackney dust." "Notorious for it," she says.

“I'll rip your tongue out, son of a bitch.” Katie growled, but he only reacted by pressing his body even harder against her, which only fueled her need. Her own body was betraying her. “Who the hell are you?” he growled, his voice piercing her skin, giving her goosebumps. He was so close to her that she stared right into her silvery eyes, which were swirling with power; this wasn't normal, even for werewolves; eyes weren't meant to do that.