Cloud Strife Eyes Novels & Stories

Jayden growled. “I will find her before you will, she will be mine!” he growled and disappeared before Gage could grab him. “So, what happened to her, where is she?” Gage asked. “She has been sent back to the past, she will not remember anything that has happened, she doesn’t know who we are. Her powers are bound until the wars break out again." Jayden said. “Gray Eyes has been rebound.” He said before disappearing into the darkness with the other vampires, until another war breaks out every supernatural realm would live in peace, Gray Eyes would remain asleep until she is needed again, wars always happen, how long would it last this time?

Darkness was tripping in slowly,and cows were coming more closer to the homestead. Otuma who had gone to his eldest son’s hut,was alerted and he quickly walked towards the entrance to the homestead,where he saw Kalwan standing outside,with his spear by his side,and cows grazing in a rather fast way.There was a hint of inexpressible weariness in the stoop of Kalwan’s shoulders.Otuma’s face shone in excitement,and he started laughing heartily. His pace towards his friend increased considerably, and he could not hold back tears of joy. Kalwan looked at him, shook his balding head, in awe and started walking towards Otuma.Kalwan’s fiercely intelligent eyes seemed to be gazing at something momen

They won't believe it unless they see it for themselves. This stopped me from thinking about recording our conversation. "You're right. They won't believe it unless they see it for themselves." I added confidently, "What if I have proof?" Snowie chuckled exaggeratedly. "What proof? Show me." I pointed at my eye. "It's right here. "I finally got it. You can't hear my thoughts–you can just see what I'm seeing." Snowie looked a little shaken, but she denied it, saying, "Hearing your thoughts and seeing what you can see… What's the difference?"

He tenderly brought her hand to his mouth and gently kissed it. Pain seared through my body as my eyes lost focus. The faces of my family blurred until I could no longer see them. I tried to move my arms to rub my eyes, but I was unable to move. Panic set in as I began to struggle. Finally, opening my eyes, James Cooper’s face came into focus.

All that mattered was this fragile, precious life, this love that had been tested by fire and emerged, like gold, stronger and more radiant than before. I felt like I was holding my breath, afraid to break the spell, as Ava's eyes fluttered open once more, locking onto mine with a depth of emotion that left me breathless. I watched as Ava's eyes welled up with tears, her gaze never leaving mine. The tears spilled down her cheeks, silent and gentle, like the morning dew that kissed the grass. My heart ached with empathy, but my own pain was distant, muffled by the overwhelming sense of gratitude that filled me. My arm, still wrapped in bandages, throbbed dully, but it was a distant hum, a rem

Standing in the middle of destruction, his chest rising and falling, Clyde slowly raised his black vacant eyes to meet his mate who had watched him tear apart limbs and heads. She was coiled in a corner, her eyes screaming fear. He took a step closer, disappearing into the darkness for only a brief moment before reappearing only inches away from her. He was standing before her, his soulless black eyes staring into hers. She was unable to suppress her fear and trembled beneath him.

“You came alone.” “Yes.” “Interesting.” “You said to.” “You obey instructions well.” “I protect my children well.” The ocean begins to stir behind me. Water rising slowly along the cliffs. “Release him.” “Not yet.” My patience disappears instantly. The crown appears above my head. Silver light explodes through the storm clouds. The sea responds immediately. Waves crash violently against the rocks. Thalrion’s eyes flash with interest. “There it is.” “The power I wanted to see.” “You’re seeing it.”

Not on someone elses deadline. She glared at the canvas infront fo her her eyes were a bit blurry, a bit from being sleepy and a bit from the fact she couldn't remember when she had eaten last. She scooted her stool back a bit so if she did fall over she wouldn't land on the canvas infront of her. She ran a hand over her face a black smear spreading across her pale skin as the charcoal on her hand brushed down her face.

I shut my eyes, and my tears fall. . c.m. louden