Novel & Cerita Eye Of The Storm Series

What the damn hell? Water poured into my eyes, me scrunching them closed and trying to find the dial once more. My hand clutched it, me pushing it to the right. The water started to heat up, my muscles relaxing. Slowly opening my eyes I saw that the dial had only moved slightly to the right but the water was nice and relaxing. I moved my eyes around the small space, making sure that the water wouldn’t come into my eyes. On the wall opposite of the water-shooter was a little shelf filled with various bottles. I picked one up, a picture of a woman washing her hair on it. Frowning, I clicked the lid open, squeezing the bottle. A white cream fell onto my hand. Nearing it to my nose I caught the

*smirk* The woman sat beside her father as the host made the announcement of the event to begin. ----- A young guy came upon a small portable stage and kindly told everyone to take their seats. Once everyone did, he started. "As we all know, this grand mansion is up for sale-..." CV NEEDED he continued his speech although David paid no attention at whatever was going on. He was simply focusing on the girl standing in the corner. He was trying to read her face. She quietly stood there and watched everything with her eyes. Her face had a gloomy expression, her hands clenched in a tight fist. She was trying to control her anger. She was trying to maintain that professional expression.

Immediately his eyes landed on me, I looked away. I opened my textbook going over every thing I heard in class today but my mind wasn't focused. I was well aware of a pair of blue eyes staring at me. Maybe I should just walk up to him and ask what he wants exactly. I watched him move from the side of my eyes. He was coming toward me. I cringed and buried my head deeper into my book. "Hey Storm" he greeted. "How do you even know my name?" I snap right back at him.

Suddenly I felt horror in the pit of my stomach, I could feel the colour drain from my cheeks, is this the man who was after me? Roman’s POV I couldn’t do any more than what I had already done to help Kate, all I could do now was wait for the ambulance and console my daughter. I turned to see Sadie cuddling into Luna, Luna however appeared to be in a trance, staring out the window. It must be the shock. “Luna” I called but she wasn’t answering “LUNA” I shouted. Luna looked at me then back at the window, I followed her gaze. Just at that moment I saw him, that bastard Ricky and his men pulling out their guns.

Hollow red eyes glowing faintly like embers, unblinking, locked on our retreating forms. Whatever this storm was, it hadn’t come alone. And we were already too deep in it to turn back.

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.

In the howl of the wind, there were voices—fragments of old radio chatter, laughter from a century ago, and the steady, rhythmic hum of the very first "Davis-Heartbeat." ​"They aren't ghosts, Keeper," Kael rasped, his eyes snapping open. "They’re Data. The storm is an archive of everything that ever entered it. It’s a library of the lost." ​The Eye’s Sanctuary ​They punched through the inner wall of the storm, and suddenly, the screaming stopped. ​They were in the center—a cylinder of eerie, blood-red calm. Suspended in the middle of the Eye was a structure that made Kael’s blood run cold. It was a Mirror-Image of the Mother-Root, but it was made entirely of crystalline Sterling nanites.

The eye blinked once. The entire mountain shook. Outside, the storm exploded into chaos. Lightning struck the surrounding peaks one after another. The sky itself seemed to crack apart. Then something impossible happened. The eye looked directly at Isabella. Not generally. Not vaguely. Directly. Like it could see through every wall and every layer of reality between them. The pull inside Isabella immediately intensified. I felt her sway beside me. My hand wrapped around hers instantly. She squeezed back. Hard. The eye narrowed. The reaction was subtle.

Tara and I would come back stronger. Let them think the storm was over, and drop their guard in the middle of the eye. They had no idea what was coming.