Beyond The Eyes Novels & Stories

He cleared his throat, attempting to regain his composure. May's eyes narrowed. "Why do you always look at me like that?" she asked, her curiosity evident. Mike's brow furrowed, his eyes squinting slightly. "Like what?" May's eyes locked onto Mike's, her gaze intense. "Like you're longing for something," she said, her voice soft and gentle. "Like you're in so much pain." Mike's expression faltered, and he looked away, his eyes scanning the room as if searching for an escape.

Meryl showed me how to tell herbs apart by their texture, how to crush wolfsbane without getting poisoned, and how to mix antidotes so precise that even a drop too much could kill a wolf instead of saving them. It gave me something to focus on, something that wasn't Jasper. Still, every now and then, his voice brushed against my mind through the mate bond, like a faint whisper I could almost ignore. *Lydia…* I blocked him out. I didn't know what to say to him anymore. Didn't know if I wanted to. Then one afternoon, I was sorting dried foxglove when I felt it, the shift in the air, the ripple of power at the edge of the territory.

I breathed and turned to find piercing blue eyes staring at me from across the room. My spine stiffened when his eyes sparkled and I saw golden flecks bounce around his blue orbs. Alpha Kael, he was the wolf at the balcony. My breathing hitched as I stretched my hand and squeezed one of the boards. I felt tingles go up my arm and my head began pounding ten times more than it had been aching me earlier making my eyes heavy. White light seared my eyes, I shut them close and opened them again, my vision blurred. I stumbled backwards, my hand slipping from the board holding me up and just before the world turned black, the last thing I heard amidst gasps was his deep husky voice filled with....p

She ascended. Gravity released its hold on her. She floated inches off the floor. Her toes pointed down. Her arms drifted at her sides. The white hair that framed her face stood on end. It waved in a wind that didn't exist in the room. But it was her eyes that stopped my breath in my throat. I had seen Feral eyes—the mindless red of the beast. I had seen Highblood eyes—the arrogant gold of the elite. I had seen the silver of the Moon Well.

One eye opened. And existence forgot how to breathe. The eye was larger than galaxies, larger than dimensions, and larger than the very concept of physical scale itself. It stared down from the yawning abyss beyond the shattered Boundary, beyond the void, and beyond the outer limits of everything that had ever been defined. The Sleeper had awakened.

"God, if we were any bigger, I don't think he'd survive the collision." I can only produce shattered moans and sobs of pure ecstasy, clinging to their shoulders as the three of us become a single, thrashing machine. I can feel them both, separated only by a thin, straining wall of muscle as they fill me to the absolute limit. Everything is a blur of steam and crimson heat. My breath comes in ragged, desperate hitches. "Break for us, Lyon." Brandon reaches around to find my center, his teeth grazing my shoulder. "We’re right there—break with us."

"And you just broke the key." Far below the basin, deep within the dark earth miles beyond our realm's border, a third, massive emerald eye opened in the dark.

Far beyond the trees, unseen in the shifting fog, red eyes blinked once before fading. Watching. Waiting.

--- But there was hesitation now. --- Delay. --- Because whatever lay beneath— --- Was not fully under its authority. --- Elena’s voice softened slightly. --- Not in weakness. --- In understanding. --- “Listen to it,” she said. --- Not to the system. --- To him. --- Because whatever he was touching— --- It was reaching back. --- The prototype’s eyes shifted. --- Not flickering. --- Focusing. --- Seeing something beyond the room. --- Beyond the system. --- “They’re still here,” he said quietly.