Eye Of Death Novels & Stories

“Well Addy, when I tell you too, you need to close your eyes so tightly, so you cannot see anything for as long as you can” “I will close mine too and Fleki will watch and count, whoever closes them the longest wins a prize”. “That is easy Johnra, I will win”, squealing with delight, Atticus practises opening and shutting his eyes. “Ready set go” Johnra whispers into Atticusś ear, he promptly closes his eyes and covers them with both hands. The door to the towers is smeared with blood, the guard lays in a pool of blood, his head nearly detached from his body. A rancid odour emanated from where his bodily functions had released and soiled the ground around them.

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.

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.”

I open my eyes, and bring out the Eye of the Reaper, which represents the watchful gaze of Death, symbolizing my ability to see and interact with the realm of the deceased, but nothing happens again. I stifle my frustration, but a scream breaks from me as I chant

“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.

“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.

Snuff out the little light. It was a whisper, seductive and alluring. Kill him. Grab his neck and squeeze. “No,” he said, a little too loud. The boy turned around quickly to look at the window. His young eyes focused on Jason, and Jason saw something there. The boy could see him, but he looked terrified. There was living fright in his eyes, the like of which Jason was sure he could not evoke in a child. The boy looked at the space beside him too, and his fear intensified.

It was odd for Reapers to get mixed up with the human world. "Maybe after you've enjoyed your wedding night, it's a long story and not something that should be discussed on a special occasion," Kaen stated and I nodded my understanding. I turned and watched Rai herding the children back into our vehicle. I noticed a glimmer in the forest and the distinctive red eyes of Iki-Ryo. I shook my head and noticed the red eyes rolling upward and backing away. Great, I've got a Death God interested in making my almost perfect life hell. I raised my middle finger where I'd last seen him and entered the passenger side of our ride. Rai waited for the others to drive off before exiting himself. I glanced