Cloud Strife Eyes Novels & Stories

Breathe. Step. Step. Look. “Pause.” This time, it was the sky. Clouds stretched wide above us, uneven shapes drifting slowly. “What do you see?” Mrs. Toria asked. “A dragon,” someone said. “A bird.” “A face.” Karl squinted. “…That one looks like you.” I turned. “Which one?” “That one,” she said, pointing vaguely. “That’s not helpful.” I glared at her. Ernest glanced up. “…I see it.”

“I’m going, baby. But I want us to talk, alright? When you’re ready, even if you just want to yell at me… you let me know. I’ll be here in a heartbeat. I’ll be here for anything you want or need. OK?” As he got dressed, Claire looked down at her bare feet, denying Griff one last look at those amazing eyes. Eyes that had so recently looked at him with sweet, hazy lust and desire. Eyes that had closed in ecstasy as he’d given her pleasure over there on that sofa and in that bed. Eyes that had looked at him like he was the most incredible man that she’d ever known. Eyes that were now cold and closed to him.

"Is that so? At least you can tell me more about her if you are not willing to tell me about her identity." "If tell you a little information about her, I'll be revealing her identity," Thomas replied. "Is okay. Tell me why you like her," Susan insisted. "I'm in love with her eyes. From the first moment I saw her, I felt so connected to her. I've never felt like that in my entire existence," Thoma said. They were both quiet for a moment looking into each other's eyes. Thomas felt like getting up and kiss her, but something stopped. From the look in her eyes, it was obvious that she was completely helpless.

I suddenly felt nausea Lana turns, she wipes her tears away with her hands "You're talking nonsense, you talk asif you aren't married, or doesn't she let you touch her? Anyway you would've been happier with -". I start throwing up " Luther!". She exclaims rushing towards me patting me on my back. VIOLET'S POV

Their snarls and battle cries mingled in the air, creating a discordant symphony that resonated within Claire's very core. As the clash intensified, the moon cast an ethereal glow upon the battlefield, illuminating the warriors' fierce countenances with an otherworldly radiance. Their eyes, aglow with an unquenchable fire, bore witness to the depths of their indomitable spirits. Each warrior seemed to possess an ancient wisdom, their irises reflecting a tapestry of battles fought and victories won.

Her scream echoed through the room, shrill and panicked. "Aaah!" But as soon as she spotted someone behind me, her expression morphed in an instant. Her eyes grew red-rimmed, tears welling up like a tragic heroine. "Emily, I know you despise me, but my child… my child is a life too!" I felt a strong hand seize my wrist, and I turned to find Tristan staring at me, his gaze glacial. "That's enough," he said coldly. "Emily, I asked you to come here for a civil conversation. How could you attack Faye like this?"

Curly golden hair and light emerald eyes, pale skin, and a body similar to Rai's both in muscles and height. "You saw what?" He asked shocked. "What's wrong with you? Why did you take that shit off?" Ha, those two are so funny. I had a smirk on when I talked back at him, "You two are so damn funny. Both of you want me dead, just like everybody else. Yes, I can see others dying with my eyes. No, I do not kill them. No, I can't do anything about it. No, it can't be changed. Yes, I don't mind if you all blame me for it. Is that what you want to hear?" They both were speechless while staring back at me. "Look, brothers, I don't mind you hating me and wanting me dead. Really, I don't. But you hav

They knew that whatever challenges lay ahead, they would face them together, united by the bonds of love and friendship. Cliffhanger: Just as they were about to retire for the night, a sudden tremor shook the ground beneath them. The air grew thick with tension, and a sense of foreboding filled the camp. Aria’s eyes widened with alarm. "Something is coming," she whispered. "Something dark and powerful." The Gaia clan braced themselves, knowing that the next battle would test not just their strength, but the very core of their hearts.

She's strong for an old lady, I must say. "My child, who has inherited the fire-like eyes of the Goddess of fire, you will meet eyes with the darkest of green that will take you to nature, eyes with the darkest of blue that will take you to the deepest part of the ocean, eyes with the lightest shade of blue that shall refresh your soul, you are bound to have a journey full of hate, love, happiness, and sadness. Seraphina, remember this, you are the fated child of a God and was given to us. You who will end the misery of our clan, after thousands of years. They finally gave you to us." She said. I don't know how and what to react to this.

It shattered violently, completely, and with a finality that left no room for restraint, no space for reason, no trace of the cold detachment everyone in that room had once mistaken for her nature. “W- what did you say, baby?” Clara’s voice came out low at first, almost deceptively calm, so calm it was unsettling, like the eerie stillness before a storm that no one realizes is about to rip through everything in its path. But her eyes… her eyes had already changed completely, and there was no hiding it. They weren’t soft anymore. They weren’t distant, not cold, not indifferent. Rather... They burned. Sharp, feral, alive with something raw and merciless, something that refused to be contained.