Cloud Strife Eyes Novels & Stories

Cain’s voice was soft and a mere hopeless whisper that he had mumbled out and I could see from my blurry eyes as I tilted my face slightly that his golden eyes had been painfully looking at the spectacle of Clay about to kiss me. Blinking my eyes a few times I watched his golden eyes hauntingly stare at me. Our orbs met and I could see the rich color being botched by darkness in them. I saw death in his eyes. “I will die if you leave me.” Those were the words that fluttered out of his lips, a soft sigh of breath that had escaped his constricted throat and something inside me snapped? Pushing Clay away at once. I felt my body shake and fall from the pressure on my brain and the tiredness my b

**On the Edge of Everything** The air was thick with smoke and the acrid smell of burning debris. Claire's vision blurred as she tried to steady herself after the explosion, her heart pounding in her chest. The docks had become a battlefield, the shouts of armed men echoing off the warehouses, gunfire punctuating the chaos. Ruiz was somewhere in the fray, and Claire could hear her yelling commands, though the words were muffled in the ringing aftermath of the blast.

“If Lysander wants to play both sides...” Her eyes flashed darkly. “...then I’ll cut one of them off.” Clarisse stood in front of the fogged-up window, watching the snowstorm roll in—a sign that a bigger storm was brewing.

Lightning crackled ominously, deep rumbles shaking the heavens. Raiden’s head snapped upward, her eyes wide. “What in heaven’s name…? Why are the clouds changing?” Her aura flared instinctively, her voice rising with disbelief. “Why haven’t they dispersed yet?! Did the heavens not torture this boy enough? He barely clings to life, and they still—” Elysia’s brows furrowed deeply, her gaze locked on the roiling black sky. The Gods of War exchanged grim glances. None of them understood. Tribulations never reformed after striking. This was… unnatural.

She howled his name repeatedly, demanding he claim responsibility for her, threatening to report both him and me to the High Council of Packs otherwise. The videos spread rapidly throughout pack networks, opinions divided, with some beginning to investigate my identity. As I frowned in irritation, Nate appeared and silently took my crystal. "You're due for a holiday. We're going to the Ancient Peaks tomorrow." Before I could respond, he had already made all arrangements. When we reached the summit together and gazed across the vast wilderness, something within me finally settled. There was nothing wrong with love itself—the flaw lay in those who couldn't honor its sanctity.

A cry. Weak. Broken. Elysia. Something primal erupted inside him, a storm he could not control. His storm-grey eyes darkened, narrowed, blazing with fury that had been simmering far too long. He pushed the doors open without hesitation, and the sight that greeted him struck the air from his lungs.

Eliza’s eyes were wide with fear and her lips were trembling. Clurife raised the sinister-looking sword with his good arm and drove it straight down. James refused to take his eyes from hers. CLANG! The dark blade was knocked away by a blur of bronze. Blakeney was standing there, righteous indignation flaring in his eyes, the sword of Troy pointed menacingly at Clurife’s chest.

Lysander recognized her, and his partially raised hand came to a halt. Claire was already dizzy, and this new impact further intensified her disorientation. Looking up into Lysander's icy eyes, her eyelashes trembled slightly. The dizziness seemed to alleviate a bit as she whispered, "Brother..." Claire blinked her hazy obsidian eyes, focusing on his face. Seeing that it was Lysander, she breathed a sigh of relief. She grabbed the front of his shirt with a small finger, holding onto him tightly like a lifeline.

Seraphina’s POV As I stood on the edge of the cliff looking out over Moonridge Valley, the wind ripped through my cloak, bitter and cold. The land was concealed by a thick fog that covered the campfires like night sky before dawn. The entire kingdom seemed to hold its breath, as if the very earth sensed the weight of what was coming—the fragile balance ready to collapse into chaos or hope.

he growled, pulling her closer. His eyes were wild, desperate. Claire struggled, but Ryan pinned her arms at her sides. "You don't understand!" she cried. "Then make me understand!" he shouted back. Their faces were inches apart, both panting, glaring. Lightning cracked across the sky, casting their shadows in stark relief. For a moment, neither moved. Neither breathed. Claire's mind screamed at her to fight— to run— but something in Ryan’s eyes made her freeze. Pain.