Cast Behind Her Eyes Novels & Stories

I say with certainty “What are you talking about!” She snaps at me and I see her eyes fill with tears I briefly explain what happened when she drank from the chalice, I can’t explain why my eyes were glowing but I definitely recognise her as my queen. And although she’s in shock she shakes it off. She said nothing was going to ruin our day and she sticks with it. I don’t know if she’s understanding the seriousness of what happened or if she’s just covering it over but I follow her lead and we head back out.

‘And if you come close to her or near this place again, I am going to end you’, he said. ‘You can’t do that!’, she screamed. ‘You care about me’, she said. ‘Not anymore now please leave before you make me kill you now’, he said and I caught a silver lone tear rolling down her cheeks as she helped Bullet up and left. I was in a frenzy, how did I get so involved with Beck and his gangster life, they were already calling me his hyna and I don’t even know what that means but then a weird insane girl is also out to kill me as well.

Her hands grab at the earth, every tear from her eye falls leaving a patch of roses, just then she stands looking up and her eyes fall in the direction of Hendrix. Her footsteps are soft and her eyes crystal clear. Her iris is multicoloured. Every colour on the face of this earth moving around in her pupils. She comes to a stop as she nears the wall Annabella lays behind. The brick door opens and everyone stands outside looking on. Her hands roam Annabella’s face, her eyes reading her human-like form. And then she presses against her forehead with her thumb.

That's when she remembers Terrence, her first lover. “How I wish you were still here…I really miss you. I hope to see you one day sitting down with me watching the moonlight.” She said, giving out a sign of relief. Elena decides to head back inside the castle, that's when she felt a cold movement from within her body. She checks both her hands and sees them getting a bit frozen while her hair turns ice white. At that point she didn't understand what was happening. Suddenly both her eyes were changed like a demon without her eyeballs. She sees herself going through her own body but with someone else's eyes and that's when she sees clear that some kind of invisible dark shadow was trying to po

She just figured out the last part. A witch has to hold their hands in the process of canceling the spell. She thought and held her hand and the imaginable things did happen. The full moon reflected on her and the wolfsbane showed in her eyes and something was broken from her eyes. A black butterfly flew out of her eyes and immediately she Transit. She shifted into a beautiful young lady as her eyes widened in shock. Did she just do that? ***** T b c

It was at least the size of a saucer. She slay a bat and spilled the blood on her body, Lucy shook but still didn't wake up. Her wheezy, cackling voice rose higher and higher as she neared the end of her incantation. A row of teeth, blackened and broken into stubs, like old tombstones, lay below her cruel and jagged eyebrows. They hinted at her cruelty as they arced up and over her dead-fish eyes like sickles. Those eyes suddenly shimmered with the spite of a thousand years as she turned fully towards Travis and pinned him with her gaze.

The warlocks’ incantations intensified, the atmosphere charged with power. Her heart constricted as she understood the reality: Castor’s scheme would ruin all she had ever experienced. “What have I done?” she murmured, her voice almost inaudible. The murmurs in her thoughts intensified, their tone changing from prompting to blaming. She shut her eyes, inhaling unsteadily. As she raised her eyelids, her eyes focused on the altar and the figure positioned at its heart. “I need to end this now,” she said in a shaking voice.

Her red eyes remained as I watched carefully as she contemplated whether or not to listen to me. The room for the first time in a while went quiet and everyone around watched in suspense, waiting for Frey to decide whether our decision is. She turned her head to look around, probably in search of Casto. I noticed the disappointment in her expression when she realised that he had already escaped with Lilith. “Please, we need Katherine back. So we can all go home alive,” I added persuasively. She stared at me once again and I began to see how her eyes switched colours slowly. It went from the angry crimson red to the brown hazel that I loved to look at everyday.

Leonard When I looked into her eyes, she had allegations against him. With a knife deeply buried on her back, she didn't bother to seek answers through her unspoken words. She was terrified, broken and above all looked betrayed. "Eyes on me," I commanded her even though I knew that she won't avert her gaze because she wanted me to go through the same pain that she was going through. I saw a tsunami in her big blue ocean. I saw waves of pain and hurt.

Only her eyes were exposed. Those eyes did not look at the camera. They stared only at Cain. Her fingers twirled a slender silver object. A poison needle. Its tip gleamed with a sickly green light. "Tonight, if you come, you and he both die." Her voice hissed from the projection's speakers, every word muffled by the gauze over her mouth. "Tonight, if you don't come, his head hangs on the city gate by morning. You decide." The footage shuddered violently on her last word. Then it went black.