Eye Of Sauron Brooklyn Novels & Stories

Sandra confused words brought her back to reality. "Fuck. We have to get out of here. Fast." Luna yelled at the people at the top. "Hold on. Am coming." Sandra hurriedly looked around her surroundings. Her vision taking less than three seconds to adjust to the darkness each time she moved her gaze. "Hurry, please." Luna whispered softly, leaning into Salvador while her eyes where still fixed on a particular hole. The churning of wet earth stopped, Luna holding her breath in anticipation. She unconsciously shifted closer. Her eyes bulging out in shock at the two abnormal, shiny black eyes that slowly emerges.

Deep attraction has been drawn to him. My name is Annabel Ferrars. And I'm the Luna of Blood Moon Pack, as well as the Queen Of The Rogues. This is who I am.

he said. "Just now." He looked at me across the small kitchen table with the ordinary morning light and the smell of eggs and coffee and said, "He already knows about you." "How?" "Because that's what Dain does," Michael said quietly. "He finds the crack." He looked at me directly. "And you just became one." I looked at the message on my screen. I've been looking forward to meeting you. Outside the window Brooklyn moved through its ordinary morning completely unaware that something ancient and dangerous had just announced itself in a single text message to a human woman sitting at a small kitchen table trying to figure out who she was underneath everything she'd been performing for the last

“What is that?” “The true monster,” Saraphina said grimly. “The one the priestesses were meant to keep sealed. The one even the High Circle feared.” And then the earth cracked wide. A colossal eye opened beneath them glowing red, endless in size and hunger. And it was awake.

Dray explained. "What's the vampire's eye?" Brooklyn inquired. "It's a gem that traps a person's scent and powers making the person unable to access her powers" Dray said. "Tell Ava to find anything that could destroy it or any information about the gem" Dray said and Brooklyn left. Ariana's point of view. After taking my bath, a doctor came in and she checked my temperature and made a few observations. She asked a few questions and then left. "You've missed lots of things" Charlotte said excitedly, as she lay on the bed and spread her arms as I got dressed.

“I—I—.” “I know.” A wide grin spreads over his face, his happiness plain to read in his deep blue eyes—. His eyes! Frantic, I grasp each side of his strong jaw, staring into them. Gone is the eerie overtone of aquamarine that my talisman—the Forest or the Wood—gave him. These are his deep blue eyes, but now there’s a yellow halo about his pupils, like a sunburst. A saffron corona cutting into the blue like the sun does the sky on a clear day.

When I go to stand back up to find somewhere to hide, I’m thrown backwards into a tree, hitting my head. I groan and let my vision come to focus. My head begins to throb as I sit up and I notice I am nowhere near the fight. A hooded figure comes to view, I try to stand but stumble from dizziness. The hooded figure gets closer and lets out a horrid screech. I start gasping as a blue wisp starts to come from my parted lips and I feel as if my energy is being drained. Right before darkness consumes me, I see those purple eyes with gold flecks.

That must be him, his eyes glaring at me as I tare apart his men 1 after the other and my men by my side will do anything to protect their Queen. More and more seem to be piling in and I know more of my warriors are coming too but I need them here intime. Powers have their limits with so many coming at once, then I hear the door crash. A rogue has pounced on a warrior knocking him clean through the door and they stumble down the steps. There is a wave of people flooding down, I am slashing as many as I can but nowhere near enough. Then silence, all the noise just stops. I move to the top of the stairs and fear overpowering me I look down, my love is incredible. The room is lit up with her ye

The horde of Bakorshaer roars insanely and throws themselves all over Saren in a combined wave of fangs and sharp claws. Quickly, Saren draws in the flames from the monster that has fallen over in front of him, and with a shouting as loudly as the attackers, he sends everything he can manifest out through his fingers. He closes his eyes when he sees that the first ones will soon reach him and fall to his knees, ready to meet his creator. But nothing happens.