Eye Of The Beast Book Novels & Stories

One that is cruel to the world and the other that is hurt inside and only wants to protect. I hope the time stops so we could stay like this. I'm afraid that he would go back to being cruel like he is when he wakes up. It hadn't even been 30 seconds, he woke up. His eyes lifted to only meet the ceiling as I quickly shut my eyes. Not wanting him to see me. "Wake up, I know you're awake." Defeatedly, I opened my eyes to see him watching me. I quickly diverted my attention elsewhere. Not wanting to look him in the eyes.

As though feeling the tension of being prey and me the predator, his gaze darted between the mouth of the alley and me, biting his lip until it was bright red. “I can fuck you up.” I loved fucking with terrified people. The wolf inside me paced in anticipation. I took a step toward him and he paled, shaking so badly the gun wobbled in his hand. “Stop it!” His voice rose to a scream. “I’ll kill you. I will!” “Try it.” I took another step closer. “See what happens.” His eyes widened like he thought I was crazy, and he wasn’t far off. When you’ve hunted for the mafia, killed people they didn’t want to bloody their hands with, and taken out whole families, nothing sane remained.

The sudden silence made Ethan Brooks' heart skips a beat. This certainly wasn't Luna! The light of the fire outside was already very faint. Ethan Brooks slowly clenched the animal claw in his hand. He inclined his head and peered out of the nook. In the darkness, He could only see two eyes like green lights. The eye was looking at him when he looked over, and the four eyes met, after a moment, a beastly roar rang out abruptly as it bore down on the litter. "Gzees!"

He snarls as my puke hits his pelt, but he doesn't slow down. "Close eyes," he orders, and I quickly obey. My world goes dark, and my brain zeros in on my pain again. Nathan. My Love is gone. The forest I dreamed of seeing took him, and I wasn't allowed to follow. Sobbing once again becomes my sole focus, and the beast carrying me doesn't say anything else. His arm does tighten, though, and my face buries into his fur. His hand holding me goes from an aggressive grip to a firm hold. It's as if he understands my pain.

The beautiful brown eyes kept moving from right to left, tracing every sentence in a fantasy book that she was reading. As if not satisfied with the reading speed she was trying, her brown beautiful eyes moved even faster, as if her brain was getting more interested in the book she was digesting. Word by word, sentence by sentence, she continued to trace the direction of the story being told in the novel titled "Werewolf Kingdom".

The *Beastmen consist of several ranks that indicate their strength. The ranks are identified by the color of their eyeballs. Those who are born without natural/special talents have various eyeball colors but look like ordinary human eyeballs. While those who have risen in rank/changed levels will have eyes that sparkle beautifully like polished gemstones. Starting from the lowest level; *Gold: eyeballs are golden *Diamond: eyeballs are clear crystal *Emerald: eyeballs are green *Amethyst: eyeballs are purple *Sapphire: eyeballs are blue *Ruby: eyeballs are red

His hair was still wait from shower,his blue eyes, seems to even deepen as he stare at me,I find myself blushing under his gaze, no doubt he was reading my thoughts. I panic trying to stop thinking of course it was too late the do---- the beast already knew what I was thinking I hope he doesn't find out that I find him attractive. Gosh I'd die of humiliation and someone need to tell me to stop thinking!. "Are you guys done eye fucking?" Drake chuckled at us. I open my mouth to tell him we weren't eye....whatever he call it.I mean how could you fuck someone with an eye? Or eyes?. "Wanna find out" The beast ask caughting me off guard.

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.

Voice again came with the clue. She rub her chests with extreme thirst. Her eyes start twitching and something pinch in her eyes. Becky tried to open them, but it twich more. She rubbed her eyes violently to remove the pinching particle. As she open her eyes. Her gaze went towards the base of the cage, which has little heap of dust gathered around. It was shining and have sparking particles. Becky immediately remembered something and looked at her wolves. They were still standing and guarding their Goddess. They were waiting for the commands of their Goddess. The devil has cast a strong wall between them and Goddess. When they looked at Goddess desperate face, and as she wants to convey some

🪷ISORA🪷 The journal trembled in my hands as I stared at the third page. The tears were already falling, blurring my vision, but I could still see it clearly. A two year old baby girl sitting on the steps of a house, her dark hair a mess of curls, her hazel eyes wide and innocent. The baby who had smiled at the beast. The baby who had made him shift back for the first time. The baby who had been me.