Eye Of The Storm Series Novels & Stories

the words rambled out so very quickly. His eyes stayed the same yellow color as he searched my face for any indication of a lie. When he saw I was telling the truth, they softened, still pissed but lesser, I took it as a win. The storm in his eyes didn’t die down, the dark blue colors with black swirls made him beautifully fearful. They reminded me of a rainy day, where lightning and thunder are what keep you company. I could drown in them as I drowned in seeing storms outside my window, something about a storm was just so peaceful- delicate, and powerful.

The cloud swirled and drew closer to our group. Fifi and Nalu panicked and stayed close to us and the little island of Silisk’s dead skin. We could hear the others screaming and the metahumans rushing to the other’s side to protect them. Before the storm could make contact with any of us, the triton began to absorb the storm. Byron and I fought to keep ourselves from being overwhelmed with the force that we almost sunk where we stood. And then, finally, it was over. No longer was there any storm that kept us trapped. All we saw at that moment was clear skies.

This was no rogue wolf. "It is fine, you- Storm? Ares? Stoares?" "Stoares? What the fuck was that?" Storm hissed in a gravelly voice that was half human, half animal. "It is Storm plus Ares. And don't worry, she won't do anything," Elyn said as she took a step out from behind me and the wolf snarled, anger in her eyes. I could see that this wasn't a game. I could see the wolf's anger, her look of fury.

She could sense someone or something watching her, it was a weird presence and she couldn't quite pinpoint the position as it came from everywhere. 'Who could it possibly be?' Katie wondered, her eyes narrowing as she looked around. Her thoughts raced to make sense of the situation. But a voice interrupted her thought. "Katie," Oprah called. “What are you doing?" "Oh it's nothing, just taking in the view," Katie replied but Oprah noticed her unease. “Hmm, I don't think so. Maybe I should just take a peek,” Oprah said and her eyes glowed silver. Oprah was a Mindflayer and could read people's minds but it required eye contact, so Katie hurried to hide her face.

Only a priest's prayers could ensure that Daeleen received my eyes. Onlookers expressed envy, and some were even moved to tears by Samuel's devotion to Daeleen. What they did not know was that the romantic Capo they were admiring had plucked out his own wife's eyes, and that the owner of the eyeballs on display were now lying on a bed, staring into nothing but darkness. There was no painkiller being administered. All the moans from the pain left me panting for air, with only the ventilator to keep me from suffocating.

**Hearts in the Storm** The storm outside rages on, mirroring the chaos within the cabin. Rain lashes against the windows, lightning occasionally illuminating the dark forest that surrounds them. Inside, tension simmers. Ethan, Sophia, Max, and Jason are all on edge, with danger looming just beyond the walls. The fire crackles, but its warmth does little to comfort them. As the gunshot echoes in the distance, fear tightens its grip on everyone, but it’s the weight of the secrets that has shattered the fragile trust between them.

“I’m trying to lower morale on their side. It’s my own version of psychological warfare.’ ‘I’m the only one who can hear you,’ I reminded him. ‘Details,’ he said, sounding completely unfazed. ‘It just means you've earned that privilege. Maybe one day they will too.’ ***** OCTAVIA. Storm's eyes drifted across the endless sea of demons. To anyone else, it probably looked as though she was simply studying the army before us. I knew better. She wasn’t looking at their weapons or strength. She was looking far deeper than flesh ever allowed.

Alfred's eyes widened in shock, his gaze snapping to the door. Carol and Sienna strode in, flanked by a squad of cops. Alfred's instinct was to bolt, but the officers were on him in a flash, slapping the cuffs on with a satisfying click. Carol knelt down to slice through my bonds, her touch reassuring. "Don't worry, Nelson. I've got you." Sienna dabbed at my tears with a tissue, and only then did I realize I had been crying. I reached out and clung to her in a tight embrace.

When I pressed my hand, or more accurately the back of my hand, against the metal stand, I was leaving evidence to prove that it was Cyprus, not me. And it worked. But that's what you get when you try to play me. You lose. I'm not called Sundew, a type of carnivorous plant, for nothing. I'm deadly. And if I have to lose some blood and have a hole torn through my side to get you out, I'll do it. I'll rip out my throat to see you die. For your death, I trade my eye for a bullet. All to bring you down. I can do it.

They are interrupted by a loud bang as the door opens and Iris appears, her mark shining dimly. "What’s going on?" asked Iris. "Iris," said Aiden. Caleb: "Just in time. Tell me, selected one, how you intend to quell the raging tempest you have let loose. Iris: "I don't own the storm. We own it all. And we won't make it through if we don't stop fighting." Outside, the snarls of wolves fill the air as they start turning on one another. As the mark intensifies, Iris grips her wrist, her face twisted in agony.