Cast Behind Her Eyes Novels & Stories

She shuts her eyes and takes a deep breath, raising her palms to feel the cool wind. "That's La Bella's deceitful President!" She unexpectedly opened her eyes as she heard a lady scream. Her eyes observed the enraged crowd coming and running towards her to assault her, while the woman pointed a finger at her, and said, "What deceiver is she talking about?" She questioned herself, perplexed. She cautiously looked from left to right to summon the security, but none of them were in the vicinity.

My tiny spark, now grown into something dangerous and devastatingly beautiful. She steps into the gym and the entire world stumbles. Sound fades. Time slows. My vision fractures. Dark hair in a messy bun. A sweatshirt clinging to curves that make my teeth ache. Pink lips. Silver eyes , still bright, still sharp, still mine. My gaze follows her brothers guiding her inside. Overprotective idiots. But I barely see them. I see her. "Cassain," Lucian warns. "Your eyes." I don't care. She looks at me.

She looks weak, like she is hanging onto life by a single, thin thread. She turns her head slowly, her gaze landing on me. For a long moment, we just stare at each other. There is no sisterly love in her eyes and there is no regret. Even now, with her body broken, I can see the cold spark behind her pupils. She is measuring me. Then, she shifts her gaze. She looks away from me and stares at Victoria. The change in her face is instant… her eyes fill with tears, her lower lip begins to tremble. She reaches out a pale, shaking hand toward our mother, her voice coming out as a faint, pathetic whisper.

she said, and it took me a few moments to recognize it was Elsa. I didn’t realize it was her immediately because she looked completely different from the timid maid she had been in the palace. Her freckled small face was cold and stern. Her brown eyes, which had always been so wide and innocent, were sharp and when they glared at me, I felt a shiver run through me. They were the eyes of a professional killer. I was no stranger to them. The Ebon Eyes all had such eyes.

They all were taken aback, not believing with this bleeding eyes and numb body, she was going to take her revenge for this state. “Oh, you are so dead, asshole.” She growled, reloading it, locking the target. Ignoring the immense pain in her eye, her vision was blurry, her chest throbbed with dizziness but that didn't allow her to miss her target. “Move back!” Tristan shouted as they all jumped back, maintaining a fair distance from the laser, knowing it could be powerful. Pressing her teeth in ire, she cast the spell, pouring her magic in her weapon, “Hysterical Beam.”

She shivers on the thought, he was no longer handsome in her eyes, all she saw was a cruel looking devil with horns. “You can leave, I made a promise, and I would keep them. When you leave don’t ever look back, or you might turn to salt.” “Can I leave now?” “Yes now. You’re awake ain’t you?” “But she can’t...” “Note this, you’ll have to walk, don’t expect, Aziel to drive you home. I didn’t tell you to jump into the bullet.” She said. He devil like him. To her, he was already dead in her eyes. The look she gave him, she’d sliced him to pieces. Right on spot.

So beautiful in a formal, deep green Galdrian gown, looking like the queen she is. I can see the bruises on her face and there is some swelling around her right eye. She is biting her lip, as if she is nervous and her eyes are cast down towards the ground. I feel tears of anger burn behind my eyes and my throat closes up. I can see the damage that Garon has caused but her beauty shines through. I blink back my tears and clear my throat. Elinas head snaps up and her eyes meet mine.

She looks down at my hand before her eyes meet mine once again. For a second, I can’t bring myself to think I’m looking into the eyes of a monster. Her eyes sparkle, revealing the slightest hints of green amongst the hazel. Her eyes soften, before they flicker black, and her expression darkens, a small frown etching across her forehead.

he explained. I shudder. "Poor them, Jack. I can't imagine how painful it would be when death came for it." "Everything has become destiny." I burst into tears. "Let's go, Jack. I can't stand it anymore." Jack carried me out. It's quite hot outside. She puts on the gray scarf that was wrapped around her neck which is sturdy to my head. "Wear this, beautiful ...." "You?" "I'm wearing this hat, look! Am I handsome?"

“Lack of eyes. She showed her herself without eyes and urged her to ask her what she was and open up her mind to her” When Anthonier said nothing again and seemed to only be interested in listening, I continued. “That does not paint your mistress in a good light. We are yet to understand why she demanded her presence and now she is dropping clues with her?” For a heartbeat, he thought quietly “Was that all she revealed?” He obviously wanted to full tale first. “No. She also said, the guard that she had killed was just like the Hecate during the Hex. Eyeless” Anthonier narrowed his eyes in a little confusion. “I am very sure all the guards had their eyes intact and none had been gorged out”