Cloud Strife Eyes Novels & Stories

Cold. That’s what the rogue's eyes had left me feeling—cold and stripped bare. Ever since he'd opened them, I couldn’t shake the unnatural clarity in those blank, colorless irises. There was no shade, no light, only an endless gray like mist over a barren field. It was terrifying and…utterly enthralling. Each time his gaze shifted, I caught hints of some deeper struggle within him, flashes of purple that came and went, like tiny fissures on the surface of calm water. I told myself it was only his inner turmoil spilling through, but even now, his image haunted me, leaving me feeling raw and exposed.

My body freezes and tears instantly sting my eyes. I turn slowly on my heels to see Nate hanging in suspense behind Danny and me, Molly providing a guiding hand as she stops him directly behind me.

She was so frustrated after seeing her again and then losing her. "Lady, who are you?" Angela asked in the dim light, "And what exactly do you expect from me?" She reflected on the situation. She then noticed something. It was initially serene, which she mistook for a breeze. She later realized it was controlled muffled crying. It was emanating from the forbidden veranda. She took a step back, shaken. The wind blew coldly against her skin, making her want to run, but as the crying became clearer, she recognized the voice.

Though blind, Zephyr’s senses were sharper than anyone else’s. His unfocused eyes seemed to fix on my sleeping face as he spoke calmly, "Put your claws away. The scent on her… is wrong. "The soul inside this body is not the same as the one who got us killed in the last life."

“If I tell anyone, they’ll hate me more. They’ll call me cursed. I can’t, Aria. Not now.” She sighed, squeezing my hands. “Fine. But promise me one thing. If the vision comes again, you tell me first. Don’t carry this alone.” I nodded weakly. “I promise.” She hugged me tight, and for a moment I felt less alone. But deep inside, the vision burned. I had hidden the truth. And I knew that truth would not stay hidden forever. --- Far away, in the shadows of the forest, another storm brewed. Clara sat under the dark trees, her face twisted with rage. Her nails dug into the bark of a tree until it bled sap. Her teeth ground together, her breath sharp like knives.

Chapter 87. FINDING A QUICK FIX. Clary's POV. I turned my back to Gracie. “It is nothing.” I closed my eyes, and let out a sigh. “I guess you must have seen wrong.” “No, I'm sure I saw something.” she said. “It was… it was a flash. I don't know exactly what it is, but your eyes, they changed for a moment.” “Look, we've had a long day.” I said, turning to face her knowing that my eyes had returned to normal. “I guess your brain is just trying to play some tricks on you. Just go home and rest, and we'll talk tomorrow, alright?”

He lost track of time, his eyes growing weary and strained, yet the sky remained a canvas of gloomy clouds. Finally, Jeremy lowered his head, feeling the strain in his neck. He closed his eyes, wincing at their slight burning sensation. Even with his eyes shut, he could still visualize the sky–the clouds dancing and shifting, as if etching an indelible image on the canvas of his eyelids.

I tried so hard to keep my eyes open, but my eyelids felt like lead, dragging me down into the dark. The very last thing I saw before I completely passed out was the orange, flickering glow of a starting fire.

Melissa's livestream had already drawn over 100 thousand viewers. The screen was flooded with comments, all condemning me. "This woman is pure evil." "We need to expose her and destroy her reputation!" Melissa sat in front of her tent, her eyes red, and her hair deliberately messy. She sniffled into the camera. "Thank you, everyone, for your concern. I didn't sleep at all last night. Every time I closed my eyes, I imagined Max crying out in the forest.