Eye Of Sauron Brooklyn Novels & Stories

Azalea's POV Every full moon night, something strange happens. I don't know exactly what happened last night. But as I washed my hair in the sink this morning, I could vividly recall my dream last night, when I "wolfed-out" and ran through the streets of Brooklyn. The moonlight illuminated my path, made everything enveloped in silver light, and I was completely happy. I haven't been that happy in a long time. The thing is, I'm not a wolf. I'm an ordinary human... right? And werewolves don't exist... right?

The spy had been unmasked. Selena’s trail had gone cold. But the darkness gathering in the east was a wound that would not heal, a weight that pressed on every wolf who watched the horizon. Aria stood at the window of her quarters, the blade at her hip pulsing with a light that mirrored her heartbeat, her eyes fixed on the forest where the enemy waited.

Saul “We have brought the adventurers with us.” The man showed the two SS-ranked adventurers behind him. Suna Mikiya, and Clairmont Rodrigar. The girl named Suna Mikiya has a clean and innocent look on her face. Her bright frosty blue eyes were wide and friendly, and her rosy lips curved to form a warm smile. Contrary to Suna’s friendly looks, Clairmont Rodrigar’s expression was calm and aloof. Despite his demeanour, his appearance is an embodiment of fury in itself; bronze skin and raven eyes. His eyes were the shade of gold with a slight hue of red.

“Sapphire, it's what we woke up.” The fort shifted again, a violent, sickening lurch that sent us sliding toward the edge of the pit. As I looked down into the encroaching abyss, I didn't see fire or shadow. I saw an eye. A colossal, lidless eye, vast as an ocean, slowly beginning to open from the bowels of the earth. “What on earth have we done?”

she voiced with a stressed-out tone. "There's more of that thing?" Ruby asked in alarm. "Quite, but not of the same kind. This one's a real Evil Eye. It blasts a dark energy at everything that it sees moving, completely decimating things and leaving behind nothing more than ashes. I've currently trapped it in the basement. It will be quite a work but Venrir and I can handle it however that thing is something I can't contain alone. And I doubt that it will wait until I finish with this one before he kills someone."

Bo says, looking up at the sky. Iselyn and I help Delia gather the children, while Gray, Bo and the elders get to work setting everything and everyone into place before the moon reaches its peak. When Delia and the children are gone and the rest of the pack is chained to the trees, Gray and Bo take Iselyn and I a little farther out than the rest. “You’ll be okay,” Gray tells me, as he locks the thick metal clamp around my neck. I only nod in response. Much harder than I hope too.

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.

He held a remote in his hand. "You think you won, Hazel?" the Doctor shouted. "Look at the horizon!" I looked. A fleet of black ships was appearing out of the mist. Dozens of them. And in the center was a massive carrier with a symbol I had never seen before. It wasn't a lion or a board. It was a silver eye. "The Board was just the beginning," the Doctor laughed. "The Eye is here for the harvest." Suddenly, the water around our small boat began to churn. A massive, white metallic tentacle shot out of the sea, wrapping itself around the speedboat and pulling us back toward the yacht.

The silver eyes dimmed. "No!" Iyanla gasped, her body beginning to fray. "The Nineteenth Name... it was supposed to be mine!" "It belongs to the soup," I said, standing up. I looked at Kael, who was falling from the ceiling. I looked at Ronan, who was breaking free from the shadows. But as the web dissolved, a new door opened in the floor. A vertical slit. An eye of pure obsidian. And from the dark, a hand reached out.

Brooklyn was only one seat away from her as he asked with a beam, “Livia, your friend’s coming?” “On the way.” Livia nodded calmly. “Another pretty girl?” asked Brooklyn. Livia did not explain. “You’ll find out soon.” “I’m looking forward to it!” said Brooklyn and had Sia pour them a drink. She was the manager of Moonly Olympus, but she was doing the server’s job—yet she dared not have any complaint. It was just that Sia was astonished. Was Kayson able to leave Luna Deck? Was it… possible? Each time Luna Deck was utilized, it meant bloodshed. There was never an exception. Was it going to be different this time?