Cloud Strife Eyes Novels & Stories

" Don't stray to far away for your mate may not stay the same, crazed and starving they will run away, doomed to their fate to meet the darkness that cannot be kept at bay." Echoing in my mind as I see a bright yellowish light come into view. I stand slowly blinking my eyes, trying to focus on the silhouette that has appeared against the blinding light. I try to shade my eyes with hand hoping it will allow me to get a better view of the thing standing in front of me, when my vision shifts becoming crstyal clear. I see Sarah standing close to the edge of a cliff. The smell of salt hitting my nose, before I register that she's crying. Hearing hear sobs of sadness as she wept. She turns to me w

There was scar tissue there which looked like it had not been allowed to heal properly. "Don't you care if he gets an infection?" I wondered, looking at the open wounds. Hearing my voice, the alpha's eyes opened as he moved slightly into the eyes. His eyes glowed with the ocean blue color as his eyes darted from Dr. Dawson to my scared eyes. He suddenly bared his teeth and growled low into the back of his throat, it was a warning sound that made me flinch, but I was aware so I didn't take the step behind Dr. Dawson like I dearly wanted to.

After Ares left, I fell asleep with my fingers on the blood that was on the picture and I saw him but he wasn't alone this time. "I saw her MinT. All grown with her white hair and blue eyes." He said to the person in front of him. "Did she have the scar?" MinT questioned. The strange man looked at him like he was crazy. "of course she had the scar you dumbass. I, Kojune, am never wrong. I just need more time and then we'll strike. When we do, her Vampire Alpha won't be able to save her." Kojune said with a sneer on his face. "And why's that?"MinT asked looking even more clueless. "Because then I would have the potion th-" Kojune was saying before he turned to his right.

The wind howled like a mourning spirit through the ancient trees, their skeletal limbs rattling against each other in a discordant symphony. A storm was coming—not one of weather, but of war, of blood, and of shadows long buried. Aria stood at the threshold of the Council Lodge, her arms crossed tightly over her chest as she watched the clouds churn above the Frostfang Mountains.

Forest Clearing — The Clash Begins Alexander took one step forward— —and the entire clearing bent around him. Branches curled. Frost melted. Snow turned to steam beneath his feet. His eyes glowed pure gold, unbroken, endless. Elias’s heart cracked. “Alex… please… don’t make me do this.” Alexander tilted his head, gold dripping from his fingertips like liquid fire. His voice was layered — Alex’s voice mixed with something ancient, broken, and hungry. “…Lena…”

"Where?" I scanned the cliffs, the shadows surging, forming armies, not harbingers, not tides, but reapers, solid, not chaos but doom, their forms towering, cloaked in shadow and light, not human, not pack, but us, my face, Lyra’s, the flame’s, the void’s, their eyes blazing, their hum a death knell, not warning but command: lock, spark, flame, void, the severing is here, or the world burns.

Months had passed, and Storm was growing like wildfire beneath a summer moon. Every day, something new sparked in him, a sound, a laugh, a light. His eyes glowed like molten lava, liquid gold swirling like a firestorm, just like his father’s. When sunlight hit them just right, it looked as if the lava of creation itself burned behind his irises. Blaise called it his mark. Ryker called it a warning. Kira only smiled knowingly. “Fire and storm,” she said. “The gods made sure the world would never forget those eyes.”

CHAPTER TWENTY – “Dragon’s Mark” Smoke rolled across Firespire Cliff like a low-lying storm, thick enough to sting Rowan’s eyes. The war had ended hours ago, but Arcadia still burned in places—bright sparks against the ruined horizon. She stood at the cliff’s edge, the wind tugging at her hair, the last of her blue flames fading slowly from her palms.

Night had fallen, and the sky was a canvas of swirling clouds, lit intermittently by jagged flashes of lightning. The air was heavy, vibrating with energy, as though the world itself anticipated the events to come. Eva stood at the edge of the cliff, the wind tugging at her hair and cloak, carrying the scent of rain and ozone. Her eyes glowed faintly, a subtle pulse of Flame and Shadow beneath her skin, reflecting the storm brewing above.