Evileye Novelas e Histórias

A thousand eyes followed her as she walked the bridge, the cheers of the people masked behind veils of pity and curiosity. Among them stood Ryder Coldclaw, his amber eyes fixed on her as he watched the procession. His gaze was sharp, calculating, a predator eyeing prey. He didn’t flinch, not even when their eyes met across the distance. Eva forced a neutral expression, but beneath her composed exterior, her mind raced. Her pulse quickened, the bitter taste of iron in the back of her throat. He was dangerous. She could sense it in the way his stare held her, like a wolf sizing up its next move.

Nora’s POV The door swung open with a heavy creak, and there he stood—Mikhail Romanov, framed in the threshold like a spectre from my darkest dreams. His presence filled the room instantly, sucking the air from my lungs, leaving me gasping in the vacuum. He looked ravaged, his once-impeccable shirt crumpled and stained with dark, crusted blood, especially around his arm where the fabric clung sticky and wet. His shoulders sagged under an invisible weight, his eyes hollow, devoid of the spark that had always made them so dangerously alive. He staggered forward, the movement unsteady, like a man carrying the world on his back, and for a split second, my heart twisted—not with fear, but with a

He slowed as he pulled to a stop at the house next door. He killed the engine and pulled off his helmet in one fluid motion. Then I saw his face. The bone structure, those piercing eyes. My stomach dropped. It could only be one person. Calder Thorn. I pressed my forehead against the window frame, eyes squeezed shut, trying to push down the surge of irritation flooding my veins.

Hearing your thoughts and seeing what you can see… What's the difference? I did not reply. I merely showed her what the difference was. In front of Snowie's stunned gaze, I thrust my finger into my right eye and forcibly plucked my eyeball out. Of course, there would not be blood or gore. After all, my right eye was a prosthetic.

The car looked like many she had seen, and she was running away from it without stopping when suddenly, another vehicle joined the stalking, coming towards her from behind. The blonde had to brake, she had no escape. From the newly arrived vehicle descended a hooded guy with a bat in his hand, which he raised with both arms to make it fall hard on the taillights, splintering them and, once again, recharged the force to break any part of the bodywork. "Roll down the window! Roll down the window, or I'll break the glass in your face!" the guy demanded, who was frightening the blonde. The window slid down, revealing Elizabeth shaking. The guy tried not to show his astonishment at seeing her so

Only a priest's prayers could ensure that Daeleen received my eyes. Onlookers expressed envy, and some were even moved to tears by Samuel's devotion to Daeleen. What they did not know was that the romantic Capo they were admiring had plucked out his own wife's eyes, and that the owner of the eyeballs on display were now lying on a bed, staring into nothing but darkness. There was no painkiller being administered. All the moans from the pain left me panting for air, with only the ventilator to keep me from suffocating.

She found the electrical service panel box, and when she opened it, I grabbed her wrist before she could touch the switch. “Let’s call a professional to check it, Eve,” I muttered impatiently. She looked at me and grinned. “Don’t worry, Mr. Barclay. This isn’t my first time doing this. Besides, the dangerous stuff is on the second layer of the panel.” A high-pitched squeak echoed through the dark room as she was about to touch the old wooden box. Eve gasped, her hands trembling as she slowly tilted the flashlight upward. On top of the box, a tiny mouse squeaked again, its beady eyes staring at us as if welcoming us. Eve screamed, dropped the flashlight, leaped towards me, and clung onto me.

"I won't let them harm us." Aunt Cleo's voice sliced through the air like a warning bell, her words laced with urgency and gravity. "Aqua, you need to grasp the true threat of the coven. They're not just ordinary casters. Each possesses unique abilities, ranging from unnaturally swift regeneration and inhuman strength to the sinister power to manipulate creatures and even people, turning them into spies. Some even boast of an unnerving form of immortality, extending their lives far beyond the natural order. And worst of all, they have the terrifying capability to absorb the powers of other casters."

From the depths, a colossal figure began to rise, its eyes glowing with an ancient, malevolent light. “You wanted a fight, Annabel?” Evangeline said, her voice dripping with malice. “Then face your worst nightmare.”

Their eyes gleam a vicious, evil red that shows the true depths of their soullessness. All at once, they charge at Gamma Everly.