Cloud Strife Eyes Novels & Stories

"Then we have three days to find them. Or prepare to fight something worse than gods." A roar echoed through the valley. Not a beast. Not a storm. But something *between*. By nightfall, the pack reached the high ridge known as the Crying Cliffs. There, the storm waited. It wasn't clouds or rain. It was a *wall* of shimmering energy, swirling with silver fire and violet lightning. Faces flashed within it, not human, not wolf, not anything Aria could name. Just pain. Memory. Hunger. Kael clenched his fists. "They're inside that."

The carriage was high in the sky, Genevieve could see the magnificent, heavenly light filters through the wispy clouds, signifying a beautiful day. The thin clouds slowly drift apart, presenting a beautiful sky above. Speaking out to her, the sky seemed to know every one of her thoughts, her dreams, her darkest fears. Passing above the green field and the wonderful sea, Genevieve wandered her eyes around just to watch the breathtaking view. "Do you like my kingdom?" he asked gently putting his hand onto hers and she immediately turned her face to look at him. It was that moment when their eyes collided and the moment stopped. The sound of their hearts was too apparent for either of them and

Distilled over the years, Horus Crouse’s odd blue and yellow eyes held nothing but pure resentment for her. Expecting his presence in the arena, sooner rather than later, Chiri regarded his unsuppressed hatred towards her seemingly unaffected. The last time she had gazed into his eyes they had been filled with the pain and shock of her betrayal. Seeing him now, Chiri’s lips twisted into a rueful smile, as she decided she preferred this look much more. “So nice of you to join us, Mr. Crouse.” She said, paying no heed to the lightning as it struck down around her.

Clarisse spat, though her voice trembled beneath the strain of holding on to her defiance. I saw the change ripple through him. It was like watching a storm gather inside a man’s body. His muscles tensed under the fabric of his shirt until the seams gave way, the sound of tearing cloth splitting the tense silence. Every inch of him trembled—not with weakness, but with the violent restraint of a predator holding back the shift. The air around him vibrated with barely contained power. Clarisse’s confidence faltered, her eyes widening as the first flicker of fear slipped through her expression.

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.

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.

He was close. I was still sprawled on the ground, my breathing uneven, my skin burning with awareness. Slowly, I lifted my gaze and met his eyes and his eyes were a storm and a forest, a clash of elements trapped in a single gaze. In the deep at the center of his iris, was a piercing blue, sharp as ice, endless as the ocean, a secret hidden beneath frozen waters. But at the edges, where the light kissed his irises, emerald green bled through, wild and untamed, like leaves trembling in the wind. A paradox of fire and frost, control and chaos—his eyes were a battlefield where two worlds met, and I was hopelessly lost within them.