Eye Of Death Mga Nobela at Kwento

When I pressed my hand, or more accurately the back of my hand, against the metal stand, I was leaving evidence to prove that it was Cyprus, not me. And it worked. But that's what you get when you try to play me. You lose. I'm not called Sundew, a type of carnivorous plant, for nothing. I'm deadly. And if I have to lose some blood and have a hole torn through my side to get you out, I'll do it. I'll rip out my throat to see you die. For your death, I trade my eye for a bullet. All to bring you down. I can do it.

Now that I took a better view, I realised that the face structure is a bit different than mine, but the eyes are the same, the lips are similar and no wonder why I resemble him. "What about those people who....killed...them?" I didn't know how to ask this question. It just didn't want to slip out of my mouth. He laughed. "I killed them, each and every one of them. I made everyone suffer until I was satisfied and threw them in the river the same way they did with my wife and child. The first rule in life son...destroy what destroys you." The rage in his eyes soon vanished, and the calm eyes came back, looking at me.

Then, Caspian squinted and shook his arm. A black-light suddenly flashed, and the Ghoul-Locker Spear appeared in his hand. "The Gaze of Death!" Swoosh! The dark spear seemed to sway a black tide in the gloomy forest, and the Eye of Death suddenly opened. Then, just as the Scented Phantom Cat ran in a flurry, it suddenly felt an unprecedented chill coming from behind as if death grabbed its soul. The creatures within a radius of tens of meters would be annihilated and perish! Woo!

I drew my Vulcan Bow and aimed it at one of the eyes. The eye I was aiming at immediately closed, but the other eyes seemed more active. “Oh, no, no, no. Knight Nuri Rodriguez. You can't kill me. I have many eyes, and you only have one chance. If you choose the right eye, you will leave here. On the contrary, if you make the wrong choice, you will be stuck here forever.” “Your vision will not last long. I will kill you.” “Oh, don't say such terrible things. My vision has something you like best. You'll love it.”

“Because the Origin King’s soul resides in the Eyes of Destruction.” “Exactly. One who possesses the Eyes of Destruction can easily be taken over by the Origin King and lose themselves.” “How can I guard against those eyes? What do they look like?” “Well, no one really knows. After all, it is said that anyone who has seen the Eyes of Destruction has died to it. The only exception was the 1st Supreme. But even she died after her battle with the Wielder of those eyes. You don’t have to worry about that though Mane. Wielders of the Eyes of Destruction seldom appear in an era. And when they do they search for the holder of True Eyes, seeking to complete themselves. For legend says that the only

Hesitantly, I glanced at the dead corpse and then locked my gaze dead into his eyes. They were the eyes of a hunter framed in the passionless face of an executioner. I will not deny, I was scared sh*tless but.... I don't want to brag that no one could hide from my razor-sharp eye or whatnot, but needless to say, I could recognize those lazy nonchalant cold sea-green eyes anywhere. I don't know, call it instinct, I felt that I could recognize this guy's aura even if he were to hide amongst the thickest of crowds.

Met. His red eyes searched for whoever he shot. The “smell” of blood pleasantly filled the hall in which he was. He was in his element. Here he was the god and creator, created worlds out of blood and death. Dying eyes wandered unsteadily through the room until they got caught on its aristocratic features. The pupils dilated with bitter realization.

However, it wasn’t the same as to what I'm seeing now. There was a boy. I can’t recognize his face because of the weird blurry effect of the dream. The only thing I saw clearly were his eyes. His emerald-colored eyes are still engraved in my mind. Even though it’s already been a year since I last dreamt of it, I still can’t forget his eyes. The scenes may be different to what I'm seeing now, but they were both peculiar and still not on earth.

“Invite him into your life. Drink her dry.” Just as Gage opened his eyes, his eyes were no longer the blue color they were, they were black. He lost what he was, and he bit down on her neck. She screamed out in pain, she tried clawing at him but grew instantly weak as the life drained from her. She died slowly and when he finished her body turned to ash.