Novel & Cerita 11 Eyes

When I sit again, I scan them. The man in the middle, the Alpha, has a long scar dissecting his face that cuts straight through one eye. I’m guessing it was that blow that cost him his sight. The eye is milky white and opaque. The man beside him is broad, with sandy-blond hair and dark eyes. I’m guessing he’s the Beta. The other two must be Gamma and Delta. I recognise the Delta from our first night here.

Austin was so confident about her reply that she would choose him as the most handsome boy while setting his suit, but the moment her reply echoed into his ears, his body fell down, like the gas inside the balloon had broken up. "You what?" He scoffed and rolled his eyes. "You love seven of them!" He gritted his teeth. "Do you have seven hearts, to like so many!" He clicked his tongue and yelled inside while staring at her like he was going to eat her. "I am an army, and for me, those people are my seven eyes." "Seven eyes!" Ryan looked at her like a crazy man. "Excuse me, a human being has only two eyes." "Oh my god, I was just expressing my love for the BTS!" Jenny slapped her hand on the

I still couldn't help but sneak peeks at him as I ate though. I had just turned my head to sneak another peak at Eddie when I noticed him. He was quite tall and incredibly gorgeous with the most beautiful green eyes I had ever seen. His skin was bronzed and nearly as dark as my own, which only made his eyes stand out that much more. But it wasn't his Greek God stature or his incredible good looks that had caught my attention. No, it was the marking on his right eyeball that made me stare. I had never seen anything like it before. It was a thin black ring with a shiny opalescent center that reminded me of a full moon, and he had the same marking just behind his right ear as well, only much la

He stood at least a foot taller than me with his every defined muscle in full revelation through his tight black shirt. Suddenly, he lifted me and placed my feet upon his. While continuing his gaze into my soul, he rested my hands upon his shoulders, and his hands at my hips. His movements ever swift and graceful, that my eyes could not keep track of them. I remember reading once that the human eye can only see up to thirty to sixty frames per second. His movements are so much faster than what I can perceive.

“YES! Selene, I know the sisters who you are referring to. Call them if you want to but leave me out of it.” “Any way, as I was saying. They look just alike with only slight differences. They’re all going bald, only having a few stringy hairs on their balding heads. They never change clothes and share one eye. I’m not sure how that works but I mean can you imagine holding one tennis sized eyeball in your hand? They pass it around like it’s not freaking weird! Then you know they have to drop it sometimes. Wouldn’t it roll around on the ground and get all dirty and-”

She turned in a slow, complete circle. The first set of eyes emerged from between two trees. Flat amber, reflecting nothing warm. The wolf behind them was enormous — taller at the shoulder than anything she'd encountered in Thorn territory, its coat matted with old blood and filth, its body radiating the specific chaotic wrongness of a creature that had been feral long enough to stop functioning as a mind. A second pair of eyes appeared. Then a third. She turned again, faster, and counted. Seven. Eight. She turned again. No — nine. Ten. There — in the shadow of the fallen oak — two more, low to the ground, already beginning to flank.

Dark eyes swirling with emotion. Doctor ready to inspect.

You don't even know me yet sorry my mistake, discovering that you're a mythical creature can do that. The name is Oliver Williams, I'm seventeen years old, I'm five foot five, i have a rare case where my eye color don't match it's called Heterochromia eyes. One eye is pure green while the other is more bluesh with a hint of green, from far away it doesn't really show. I also look like I'm twelve from far away, with my shoulder long brown hair. My features aren't the sharpest and for the life of me i can't get a beard to grow.

His eyes were dark yellow, like the sun, and there were white dots all around his pupil. There was also a cut on his left eye, as if someone had made it with a knife during a forced fight in an aggressive way. His mouth, with its rows of sharp white teeth, looked like it was ready to swallow him whole. There was an unnatural bulge growing out of its back where its spine would be.

Maybe four times larger. It had been feeding well these past weeks. Growing stronger on dark energy and death and fear. Multiple heads sprouted from its enormous body. Five at first glance. No, six. Wait, seven. They kept shifting. Each one is completely different from the others. Each one horribly wrong in ways that made my eyes hurt to look at directly. Mouths full of teeth that dripped black poison constantly. Eyes burning bright red hot like coals pulled straight from hell itself. Smoke rose from those eyes. Actual smoke.