Eyes Of Chaos Novels & Stories

It looked so similar to Bane, but if I was seeing dragons outside, that weren't Bane or Nova, then I was far deeper in Beastial territory than I had any hope of coming back from. Then the beast landed, right outside my cell, causing the ground to tremble under its weight. All I saw was the shift of black scales as it ducked down, and one massive eye looked through the bars, narrowing in on me. I was mesmerized for a moment as I looked into that eye. It seemed to be a lighter green, but reflected the silver light of the moon. At least death had beautiful eyes. There was only one reason this beast would show up here, and it wasn't a good sign for me. Blood had most likely drawn it, my blood.

Blinking in confusion and through the haze of desire, I look up, And what I see rocks through my body. Jesse… Jesse is crying.

I will definitely will bring them to hell once they meddle with my life and my decisions again. While Xiera's ANGELINE because they think of her as the ANGEL. Well, that really suits her, because she's so kind, unlike me who's always been the devil who make those actresses lives become hell. Xiera and I look very much alike. But we also have some differences. Just a little difference in physical— like our eyes, her eyes are ocean blue while mine is dark brown. Well, err-dad's eyes are blue and mom's is brown. So, literally my twin got her eyes from dad and I got my eyes from the witch—I mean from mom.

The pack watches in stunned disbelief as Selena, seemingly possessed by some dark power, rips Charmaine in two, tearing her apart like a piece of meat. The arena falls silent, the only sound is the ragged breathing of Selena as she stands over the torn remains of her enemy. Blood drips from her hands, her chest heaving as she struggles to regain control of herself… her eyes turns black at the core with a mix of golden flecks and a glowing light blue like a halo around it. This combination would likely give the impression of a powerful, ancient, and mystical being, with eyes that seem to hold the secrets of the universe… like the eyes of an ancient dragon.

Chaos said that made their friends tease them and she felt like her cheeks were being heated up. “Math Gregor.” A tall and handsome man with a hazel brown eye. “Orville Jones.” The other man said that is beside Math. “Reagan Harris at your service.” The other man beside Blood said he also has a unique eye color just like what Chaos and their other friends have, he has a grey eye like Death and Peace have while Chaos have ocean blue olor of eyes. “Lucas Millson” the man beside Reagan said. “Vix---” Vix tried to say but Chaos made him stop.

“You can see her? Describe her to me.” “White long flowing hair beautiful pale face but sad eyes. She wears a night gown long and flowing. Her blue eyes shine in the dark it’s the first thing you see of her. Her eyes. Her voice is a soft song but when she is angry she screams.” He nods and seems to drift off seeing her image as he looked up at the ceiling. “I can offer her peace if she wants it. It is up to her. How can she think I am against her? How could she treat me this way?”

A flash of cold light pierced the vast expanse, igniting boundless chaos in its wake. As the Oculus Blade vanished, the Ancestora—whose senses were killed as he was trapped within the confines of the space-time domain—felt a surge of existential crisis coursing through him. In the tumultuous aftermath, he witnessed chaotic energies sweeping through the void like water boiling over from a pot. An icy chill crept up his spine, and he swiftly raised his hand to wave the Chaos Flag. Its black and yellow colors blossomed with divine light that attempted to stave off the encroaching void.

I’ll have the credit of killing the monstrous Death Kings. I reach the door. I open it and Julia gasps at the sight of the tattooed one-eyed man in a black pleated skirt. I cleaned him off after removing his eye. “This is Ransom Oaks! He is one of the Chaos Boys. He is the psychotic stalker of the group.” Well, it gets more and more interesting. I now know his real name. She is a fountain of Chaos knowledge and of how this city works.

I’m about to use Emerald’s eyes again when a vision overwhelms me. ** I see Alpha Everly’s eyes glow menacingly. They are now a glowing iridescent white, incredibly spooky. Light swirls around her as she brings vines up from the ground. There are creatures with red eyes surrounding her, pressed to kill. The creatures are pitch black, twisted and evil. While they fear her light, they are charged with one motivation: snuff out the light. She can’t do this alone. She needs help. I see a pair of hazel eyes before me. They close with finality. I see the same vision, but with a pair of bright blue eyes. There is a feeling of sorrow that washes over me.

Only that he did. Heart thundering, he stalked into his war chamber. Castor found him there, standing over the ancient mirror embedded in the floor—a relic passed down by the Alpha Kings, able to show visions when blood was offered. Darian didn’t hesitate. He sliced his palm open with his claw, letting his blood sizzle against the silver runes. “Show me,” he growled. “Show me the one who is mine.” The mirror rippled like disturbed water. Shadows danced across the surface, then cleared.