Novel & Cerita Air Mata Tuhan

My God. ________

She says she did not see her mate in the fire, but because I do not have a destined mate like most shifters; we think we could still be mates. Emma is a black-haired a****n warrior goddess. She has always been top of her class, when she shifted into a black panther, she became more powerful. We usually change to a similar color to our human hair color. And she was no different, she is known for her black pelt, but it is her eyes that pulled me in. A light jade green that is hypnotizing to stare at. She keeps her eye color when shifting, but they take on a feline shape. She is the exact opposite of Ryeleigh and when those two meet; I think it will be explosive. I need to make sure she and Bax

We look at one another in confusion at what we are witnessing and had me questioning just how much of a gift the Goddess has given her. “Caterina, your eyes… How?” my brother stutters, looking at me as if I had the answers as to why my mate’s eyes now glistened gold.

And when our eyes lock, my knees buckle and I almost fall to the ground before I steady myself. His beautiful green eyes swirling with gold and amber, like flames rising in the forest.. Radiating like they were made that way to illuminate through my soul. I can't take my eyes off of him. And I don't think I want to. 'MATE!' Athena howls in my head.

"Are you here for Ford?" "Magta-tryout ba siya?" litong tanong ko rito. Natawa siya sa sinabi ko. Naging hugis buwan iyong mga mata niya gaya ng tuwing tumatawa si Ford. Ang kaibahan nga lang ay malaki tignan ang mata niya dahil sa double-eyelid nito samantalang mukhang masungit si Ford sa kaniyang monolid na mga mata. Siniko ako ni Athelia at pinanlakihan ng mga mata. Sinapo ko ang nasaktang tagiliran. Napailing na rin si Ena at ngumingisi nang mag-isa habang nasa libro ang mga mata.

Despite having doubting their very existence up until recently. Lifting his eyes, he saw both looking at him expectantly. He paused, thinking hard before words came to him and he reached to place his fingers near Atum's. To heal a mortal world, needed the words of a mortal. "Good dispatch! Joyful dispatch!" His voice was clipped, both weak and strong at the same time as tears rolled down his cheeks. "Good dispatch, hail to the Gods!" There was silence. Not even a breath of wind whistled through the cracks.

He was made for me. Adrian pressed his palms flat onto the mattress, taking his weight onto his arms. The height gave me a perfect view of him. He looked like some kind of fierce, ancient god, all muscle and sharp angles. But his eyes were what held me. They were dark, locked on me, full of an intoxicating mix of lust and possession.

Shrill, loud and filled with power and authority that just made you want to submit. A massive shape unfurled within the light. Wings. Burning. Feathered with flame. Eyes like molten suns, no, Gold, molten gold would work better. A Phoenix. It emerged from that fire and it was watching me.

I lowered Ash into the Moon Spring and watched the clear water rise over his small body. The surface reflected my face — dry eyes, but I looked like I'd aged ten years. I sat by the spring through the entire day and night, watching Ash dissolve into silver-white light under the moon, from his fingertips to the last strand of his hair. When the final mote of light sank to the bottom, dawn was just breaking on the horizon. Ash was gone. Completely. From beginning to end, Kael never came. Never sent a single message. Never pushed a single emotion through the bond.