Cloud Strife Eyes Novels & Stories

A scene filled the sphere and began to play. A stream. Water crashing and splashing in every direction. I took a few steps forward, my eyes wide. "Is that..." I stopped. "Is that Nivia and Claire?" I stared at the sphere, barely able to process what I was seeing. "Are they fighting?"

Feel ko rin may gusto sa kaniya si Hayme, natotorpe lang. "Basic." Ngisi niya at nilagok ulit ang baso. Bigla na rin namang bumalik sa ayos si Hayme pero hindi nakatakas sa paningin namin ang pagpagpula ng tainga niya. Ay, kininilig? Kaya bandang huli, inasar namin siya ulit mabuti na lang at hindi naman ito napikon o naasar. "Next na, ikaw naman Noglas."

The cloud was blazing brighter than the sun when I heard a gasp; then a scream. The Cloud of light cleared and Victoria was visible again. My hands flew to my mouth as I saw the lower region of her clothes soaked in blood. This couldn’t be possible, right? The chances of Golden Shifters having miscarriages were nonexistent. Victoria’s eyes were blazing with fury and despair as she opened her eyelids. I poured a glass of water from the jug and kneeled beside Victoria. “Drink some water, you will feel better,” I said, placing the glass near her lips.

.“Ready my horse,” I said. “And call Captain Myles. I want the Stormguard on alert.”Kira raised a brow. “You’re going to the ridge?”“I need to see it myself.”“Clara—”“No more thrones. No more waiting. If Dorian’s playing games on two fronts, I need to outmaneuver him. Not sit on velvet while my people burn.”For a moment, I saw approval flicker behind Kira’s eyes. Then she nodded.“I’ll hold the court,” she said. “And watch your back from here.”Outside, the sky was burning.Not from fire—but from light.A strange crimson glow bled from the clouds over the southern peaks, dancing like lightning but with no thunder to follow. My wolf stirred under my skin—uneasy, alert.Magic.Old. Wild. Unnatural.I

He grabbed Vein by the collar and punched him squarely in the face again. The two of them struggled, crashing into the lab table, causing everything to shatter in chaos. Sharp shards of glass cut into their skin, blood dripping in droplets. Their eyes met for a brief moment—Cliff’s eyes were ablaze with fury, ready to burn everything down, while Vein’s eyes were cold, distant, yet tinged with something resembling... pity. No matter how intelligent Vein was, he could not overcome the insane strength of Cliff in this moment.

I hear the girl scream, all four fighting wolves eyes turn to her “shift now and let us go or I’ll do it” she’s holding Claire up by her neck as she’s tucked into her elbow. Claire desperately tries to peel her arm away from her. She’s holding a silver knife to Claire side and instantly I freeze. I shift “don’t you dare!” my voice booms across the trees and echos back to us. Claire’s eyes finally meet mine. Her gray every are filled with tears, she lets out sobs of confusion, relief, and fear. My knees weaken at the crumbling sight of her.

His eyes found mine across the chaos, and the fear I saw there stopped my heart cold in my chest. "Papa!" I screamed, my voice breaking. I tried to push forward, but someone's large hands grabbed my shoulders hard, holding me back. "Murderer!" someone in the crowd shouted viciously. "Kill him! He deserves to die!" "He took our future Alpha from us!" Alpha Darius stood over Papa like a mountain of pure rage, his eyes blazing bright gold with his wolf's fury. "Confess, Kieran. Confess what you did to my son! Tell everyone here the truth!"

She dropped her head immediately, entirely unwilling to look up into his dangerous eyes, and silently prayed that he would just leave her alone. Alexander noticed her lovely eyes gazing frantically down at the floor, completely avoiding his own. He was instantly enraged. He desperately wanted to see her eyes—her beautiful, expressive green eyes that perfectly revealed exactly how terrified she was of him. He fiercely wanted to see those fearful eyes looking up at him.

Rage coiled in my veins, hot and black, my wolf snarling for release, claws itching beneath my skin. I ripped the blindfold free with a savage yank, her eyes—once sultry pools of deception—now wide and bloodshot, brimming with a terror that mirrored Clara’s from hours ago. But where Clara’s had begged for mercy born of pain, Lisa’s pleaded for oblivion, hollowed by the weight of her own venom.