Eye Of The Storm Novels & Stories

They tumbled together across the cracking bridge, rolling toward the edge, toward the chasm, toward the door that had not existed a moment before and might not exist a moment longer. The Spirit lunged. The storm resumed, the wind screaming again, the lightning resuming its scar-making across the wound-sky. The hole-eyes fixed upon them with a fury that was not personal but procedural, the fury of a system that had been cheated, a balance that had been tipped, a law that had been rewritten by the sheer stubbornness of a woman who refused to accept the only options she had been given.

He smiles, revealing his beautiful teeth and it is like the sun coming out on a rainy day. His whole aura is that of a warm fire on a cold winter night. Nate is the embodyment of a cold chill. There is something about him that makes you want to take a step back, despite his friendly smile. He does not seem to be approachable in the least. It is his eyes, Lacey thinks to himself. His mouth smiles but his eyes do not. If it is true that eyes are the window to the soul, then his sould must be a cold, bleak thing because his eyes remain as empty as a church parking lot on a Thursday morning.

"Why would a nice, clean sea of water smell like blood?" She moved closer and stared into the black water, her mind jolting at what her eyes perceived. she blinked and saw... It was nothing more than a sea of black water...then what had she seen awhile ago? Qing Yue could've sworn she saw an eye! It was a giant eye smeared with various vein-like throbbing bloodlines. But the disturbing part wasn't the veins. It was how the intersecting veins resembled the waterlines of the New World Formation? What's going on...? How could the veins of an eyeball possibly resemble the waterlines of the New World Formation? And why would they resemble the New World Formation at all?

I said, putting the fork down, “What’s up?” “I don’t want you to be disappointed tomorrow Hailstorm” she said, “I know what you’re saying but you need to think logically. The girl is blonde, has green eyes… there is nothing about her that says she’s Audrey” My heart slightly broke, but at least now I could identify the girl as well. There must be another way. I gulped, the food not that appetizing anymore, “I’m sorry Hailstorm” Lacy mumbled but I shook my head again, “I’m fine” I gulped the lie down, feeling my nose jump.

He tenderly brought her hand to his mouth and gently kissed it. Pain seared through my body as my eyes lost focus. The faces of my family blurred until I could no longer see them. I tried to move my arms to rub my eyes, but I was unable to move. Panic set in as I began to struggle. Finally, opening my eyes, James Cooper’s face came into focus.

“Don’t worry, purdy eyes. I’m gonna take good care o’ your eye. It’ll be my most prized possession. Who knows, maybe I’ll add the whole Chaos set once my pet storm delivers them to me.” What does he mean by pet storm? Is someone from Tempest a traitor? If they are, they will die a slow, painful death by the time I’m done with that person. Assuming I make it out of this house alive. Razor comes for my left eye, but the pain doesn’t make me scream like he wants. No, I laugh first, then yell with pain. I wonder if Ryder will give me a glass eye after this? Do they make robotic ones yet? Only the best for his baby brother. Right?

*Belinda* The storm lashed against the glass like a beast clawing to break free, each gust sending tremors through the windowpanes that Belinda felt in her bones. Sleet hammered the tall windows of the entry hall—not the gentle patter of rain, but sharp needles of ice that struck with military precision, each impact a tiny percussion in the symphony of winter's rage. She watched without blinking, her gray eyes reflecting the storm's fury while her body remained statue-still.

Storm growled at Daxon for making his mate cry and wanted to hurt Daxon like he had hurt his mate. Storm took over him pushing his human mind back and his eyes immediately softened looking at his mate crying like a child. Hazel was hiccuping and sobbing while continuously wiping her tears from her face through her veil. He could feel her face becoming red of crying and her grey eyes were raining tears like a waterfall.

I saw how nervous she was but she came to me despite her nervousness. I took her hand to show her that I was right there with her no matter what. "This is Cali Winter Olwen. She's my mate and your Luna. She is also now a member of this pack." I said with my Alpha voice and after my statement, applause erupted from the crowd. All Cali did was wave to them with a soft smile.

Another tightened his grip on his weapon. Nobody laughed. Nobody dismissed it. Because everyone could feel it. The world was changing. Then the fracture widened. Only slightly. But enough. Something moved behind it. The entire wall fell silent. My heart stopped. Because for a brief moment I saw an eye. Massive. Golden. Watching. Not through the crack. Behind it. The eye blinked once. The fracture immediately sealed. Gone. Vanished. As though it had never existed. The storm remained. The rain remained.