Eye Of Death Novels & Stories

He stepped out. Tall. Not just tall—broad in that way that made the space around him feel smaller. Dark hair, slightly messy like he’d run his hand through it one too many times. Sharp jaw. Black hoodie, sleeves pushed up to reveal forearms corded with muscle. But it was his eyes that stopped her cold.

Jayden's pitch-black eyes had a gold line right down the center of his eyeballs and it made anyone who looked at him feel paralyzed for a moment. Owen is an omega and he knows only an ultimate alpha has eyes like that. To fellow alphas, those ghastly eyes wouldn't be too scary, but to an omega, beta, and normal human, those eyes would be a nightmare for them. Ricky hit the counter, softly but hard, so that Owen could feel the vibrations. "Tell me, where is that woman?" Out of the corner of his eye, Owen saw three large visitors rise from their seats and stare at him. Owen opened a drawer under the counter and took out a key.

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.

That old guy pointed at the bookshelf two rows farther. Ryan found a lot of books there, which caught his eyes. While checking out those, he chose a book “Eye of the evil” written by K. Miller. It was a story of a killer who had two different eye colors. His eyes full of rage, resent, one could see a burning hell in his eyes. How that killer killed all of his prey with his own designed equipment and the reasons behind murders, caught in Ryan’s attention. He bought this book.

Other than refilling my cup, he was just a quiet bystander as I worked. I drew it all. All the eyes. All the emotions on each face. Even my uncle’s face. I would never forget the way he smiled at me as he tried to kill me. Even the eyes of the rogue I had to kill. Finally, I drew the palace but with flames coming out of it. I wanted to burn the whole place down. All the memories needed to burn. It needed to be ash.

“Yes. He had teal eyes. Not normally, just when he's in his death form, I guess. Saw it in a picture I found in my basement. Long story." “Emmaline," I say carefully. "Death bringers don’t have teal eyes. They don’t have any colour at all. Your dad must have been a sphinxe." Realization dawns. "This completes the prophecy. Born of water and fire. Your mother must be a death bringer.”

Tears pricked at my eyes as I smiled at him. "Mark, do you still remember what you told me? That if you were to do something that hurt me in the future, you'd definitely suffer from a fate worse than death? But why is it that I'm the one dying when you're the one who's been tormenting me?" "Yes… I remember what I said…" Tears flowed down Marcus' cheeks as he choked out his response. "I'd rather I was the one getting cancer, Jo! I'm the one who hurt you! I should be the one dying!"

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.

Camden asked. "The Evil Eye is a deadly curse, it's characterized by a pair of glowing purple eyes for the user, amd only the target can see these glowy eyes, it only takes a few seconds for the curse to set in. It's like a time bomb, the user can just choose whenever they want to finally kill their target. And when they do, the curse inside the target will attack every organ system in their body, the pain gets too much that the target doesn't feel anything anymore, but one thing that's sure about the Evil Eye is that, once it's in, it's sure to kill," Genevive replied. "We're up against real shit here," Camden stated.

she said quietly. I stood up and followed her to the small conference room just down the hall. A large screen flickered to life, and I saw Ethan’s face. His piercing blue eyes stared back at me from the screen, calm, composed, like always. But there was something in his expression—something harder, colder. The war was in full swing, both against the virus and against the infected.