Dark They Were And Golden Eyed Novels & Stories

The little girl was staring at the opening in the floor. Pure terror on her face. “What is it?” Adrian demanded. Elara’s voice shook. “It’s not just a staircase.” Silence. The golden light pulsed. Once. Twice. Then something moved in the depths below. Something enormous. Something alive. And slowly, from far beneath Blackthorn Mountain, a colossal golden eye opened and looked directly up at us.

And now, here he was, pressed against me, shielding me like some damn hero. “Stay down,” he growled, low and rough. But it wasn’t his voice that stunned me. It was his eyes. For a split second, as the strobe lights hit his face, his golden irises flared. Not like colored contacts. Not like a trick of the light. They glowed, wild and primal. With a faint image of a wolf in them. I sucked in a breath. My nightmares. The same golden flash that haunted me. But wolves do not exist.

She was beautiful, with long dark hair and eyes that seemed to glow in the firelight. "Please, you have to get them out!" "I won't leave you!" The voice that came from the chest I occupied was deep and commanding, filled with anguish. A man's voice. Aurelius, whoever he was. "You must!" The woman was crying now. "They're coming. He's coming. Save our daughters, please!" Before Aurelius could respond, a roar shook the hall. A massive golden wolf burst through the entrance, its eyes glowing with malevolent amber light.

Around it stood three men. No — not men. They were too tall, too broad, their movements too fluid, their presence too powerful to be human. Their eyes caught the firelight in unnatural shades — molten gold, storm gray, deep amber. Lyra froze at the edge of the clearing, her breath caught. She had heard stories of the Alpha Kings — rulers of the pack, stronger than any wolf, feared even by their own kind. But she had never believed they were real. The one with gold eyes turned first. His gaze locked on hers, sharp and unwavering. “You’ve wandered far from home,” he said, his voice deep enough to rumble in her chest.

I darted towards a window, my heart hammering. Outside, a scene of horrifying violence unfolded. Dark, snarling forms, larger and more brutal than any rogue wolves I’d ever heard of, swarmed the courtyard, clashing with our warriors. Their eyes glowed with a malevolent green light, and their fur was almost black, like shadows given form. The air filled with the scent of blood and something else, something cold and sharp, like ancient hatred. As I stared at their glowing eyes, a pulse of heat flared from my own hands, a flash of golden light that was gone in an instant.

⸻ Neither cared. Their attention remained fixed on the abyss. ⸻ A massive golden eye opened beneath the mountain. ⸻ Everyone froze. ⸻ Unlike the Fallen Celestial’s black eyes— This one glowed gold. ⸻ Brilliant. ⸻ Ancient. ⸻ Terrifying. ⸻ The eye blinked once. ⸻ Then locked onto the battlefield. ⸻ The voice spoke again. ⸻ “Oh.” ⸻ A pause. ⸻

A single golden eye slowly opened within the darkness. And it was watching.

My body froze in fear and suddenly the atmosphere around me felt very cold. My eyes widened as they focused on the golden eyes that seemed to glow in the darkness. ‘Beware of Wolves…’ My lower lips quivered as everything went completely silent all around me. My fear and panic made my chest felt tight as I stood there glued to the spot. The loud sound of my heart racing against my ribcage was the only sound that echoed in my ear. Suddenly, there were more than one pair of eyes staring back at me. It was like some kind of dark magic how the number of golden yellow eyes staring back at me from the darkness seemed to multiply at such a rapid speed.

Simon replied. Arnou dropped all pretense of eating and stared at Simon intensely. “Please tell me everything.” Arnou said. “We have had three dead wolves come back to life and attack members of the pack. Just like the rogue ghost case that was reported. But what seemed unusual were the eyes of the wolves involved. All the victims reported that the wolves who had attacked them had gold eyes.” Now it was Arnou and I who shared a knowing look. The wolf who had attacked me had piercing golden eyes. And I had told the council and Arnou about them but they had not marked it strange.