Cloud Strife Eyes Novels & Stories

I’m about to use Emerald’s eyes again when a vision overwhelms me. ** I see Alpha Everly’s eyes glow menacingly. They are now a glowing iridescent white, incredibly spooky. Light swirls around her as she brings vines up from the ground. There are creatures with red eyes surrounding her, pressed to kill. The creatures are pitch black, twisted and evil. While they fear her light, they are charged with one motivation: snuff out the light. She can’t do this alone. She needs help. I see a pair of hazel eyes before me. They close with finality. I see the same vision, but with a pair of bright blue eyes. There is a feeling of sorrow that washes over me.

Claire opened her eyes with a gasp, her hands instantly moving to her forehead. Her head was throbbing, her mind foggy and her vision blurry.

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.

James tone pitched a little higher "Fine, care for her. Just remember, not only in our world, love can be a double-edged sword. It can bring joy, but it can also lead to devastation." James's jaw tightened, his gaze unwavering with a frown. "This has nothing to do with love, Nigel." "Okay, Aurelius" Nigel smiled. The air was heavy with the scent of rain that threatened but refused to fall. Asa lounged in his chair, his boots propped up on the table, the leather worn but polished. The dim light of the single bulb above him cast sharp shadows across his face, accentuating the sharp lines of his jaw and the cold, calculating look in his eyes. The room around him was sparse, the walls bare and t

Ines. Her robe hung crookedly, hair in disarray, eyes darting wildly. Her hands trembled as she muttered words under her breath, the cadence fractured and jagged. She spoke to someone unseen, gesturing to corners, whispering, crying, laughing, then striking the walls as if they had insulted her. The chaos of her mind was tangible, a storm in human form. Falvio watched silently, every muscle coiled. This was not the composed Ines he had once known. She was a tempest, and he was standing at the edge of the vortex.

She wasn’t holy. She was hollow. Eyes like black trenches. A body made of stolen water and ancient memory. Power without heart. “Storm,” she rasped, her voice grinding with rage, “you belong to me.” Clara stepped forward before Ares or I could stop her. “No,” she said, lightning dancing off her cheekbones, “you threw me away. I don’t belong to anyone.” The sea surged in fury. Waves exploded upward in a violent arc, slamming toward us with enough force to wipe out an entire forest. Ares roared, gold erupting outward in a half-sphere shield. I lifted both hands, moonfire shaping itself around the gold like a secondary layer.

But her sight was showing her something else entirely. Tyler's voice started to fade as the leaves picked up more momentum. They moved wildly fast and Clea moved back to avoid the storm, but as she did, she could see something... no, someone kneeling in the middle of the storm. It was a woman. A woman whose hair had a mind of its own like the storm, flying above her head. The woman opened her eyes and Clea gasped in shock at her eyes. They were blood red; not just her iris, but all of her eyes. Glowing red.

“Look me in my eyes and tell me that it’s a mistake. Come on, do it.” Clary felt flustered and her heart was pounding in her chest. She swallowed and then bravely lifted her eyes to look into the Alpha’s eyes. When they locked eyes, she was bombarded with a very strong desire to want to be touched by him, to want to be kissed by him, to want to be claimed by him.

Typical Lucas is silent; but this Lucas in front of me was extra silent. His eyebrows furrowed before opening his mouth to speak. “It was you who is not looking like your usual self, Eli. You look glum and your eyes are looking so puffy, too. I would bet my newly bought vinyl to someone who is a self-proclaimed old soul and uses vinyl for their aesthetic; you worked yourself up until dawn, again, no?” I could hear how worried he was in his tone, even with his judging remarks to the old soul thing part.

Shooting her hand up to her chest, she fisted her right hand around her the fabric trying to breathe normally. Tears glistened on the waterline of her eyes as she looked at Andreas who was already staring at her. Her eyes widened when she noticed how his grey eyes had darkened, almost turning black. His eyes zeroed on her now swollen and red lips. She didn’t know what was going on but her hands and knees were trembling as if she was caught in a snowstorm. Her heart thudded in her ears and her nerves were all crazy. She wasn’t able to make out anything. It was all too shocking for her.