Eyes Of Chaos Novels & Stories

"Why are you staring at me like that?" "Because you're beautiful and I'm enjoying your sass." he says, and I blush even more, getting lost into his eyes. I don't know what it is about him, but I'm drawn to him. Not breaking eye contact, I say, "You're beautiful, too," I realize how stupid that sounded, so I attempt to recover, "I mean, uh, you're handsome, but not that you don't already know, okay, um," I am now even more red, severely embarrassed and stuttering profusely. "Shut up, now, Lesha." I tell myself, shaking my head, knowing that it's too late. I avert my eyes and look down, knowing I just ruined the moment, and embarrassed myself in front of the most handsome man I've ever had the

she added raising up her two hands to stare at it. "Like I told you, they were yours. Whatever power he has now, he stole it from you. They belong to you and not to him." Chaos said. "Explain, how did I have the eye of the Sun and how did you come up with a conclusion that Dark's power is mine." "I didn't come up with any conclusion, it is the fact and truth. Have you ever heard the story of the sun goddess and the moon god?" Chaos asked her. Raziah was surprised because that was the last conversation she had with her mother. Mary- her mother- was telling her the story of the sun goddess who got betrayed by her lover, though she didn't get to finish the story Raziah longs to hear .

After my eyes were plucked out, I lay on the operating table with two empty sockets on my face, resembling that of a broken doll. Samuel Sterling felt no guilt. He picked up my eyes to examine them and praised them, saying, "Daeleen was right. These really are a beautiful pair of eyes! I promised you, Daeleen. I will make all your wishes come true." As the anesthesia's effect slowly wore off, I could not help but cry out in pain. Samuel finally turned his attention to me as if blaming me for interrupting his memories of Daeleen.

Jayden growled. “I will find her before you will, she will be mine!” he growled and disappeared before Gage could grab him. “So, what happened to her, where is she?” Gage asked. “She has been sent back to the past, she will not remember anything that has happened, she doesn’t know who we are. Her powers are bound until the wars break out again." Jayden said. “Gray Eyes has been rebound.” He said before disappearing into the darkness with the other vampires, until another war breaks out every supernatural realm would live in peace, Gray Eyes would remain asleep until she is needed again, wars always happen, how long would it last this time?

She stands, “Set, Egyptian God of Chaos. You would let Dracula rise?” He raises an eyebrow and nods, “But if he does and my children are used to raise him, would that make him unstoppable?” Hecate sucks in a breath beside her, “I’ll take that as a yes. If he isn’t stopped, he will kill every living thing that has blood. All that will be left are his followers and his feeders. Chaos will cease.” Set looks worried, “No one will be able, or willing to stop him. He will rule, and nothing will change ever again.” Set nods, “Hmm. You make a fine point, Eliza.” Set inclines his head, and retakes his seat. Sol nods and stands, she sits again.

Her scream echoed through the room, shrill and panicked. "Aaah!" But as soon as she spotted someone behind me, her expression morphed in an instant. Her eyes grew red-rimmed, tears welling up like a tragic heroine. "Emily, I know you despise me, but my child… my child is a life too!" I felt a strong hand seize my wrist, and I turned to find Tristan staring at me, his gaze glacial. "That's enough," he said coldly. "Emily, I asked you to come here for a civil conversation. How could you attack Faye like this?"

His chest felt tight, a knot of anxiety twisting with each beat of hisheart. His hands trembled, the tremors betraying the turmoil inside. His pulse hammered, a chaotic mix of pain, want, and something else—something he wasn't ready to name, something that felt dangerously like hope, a traitorous "icker in the darkness. Then, without thinking, driven by an impulse he didn't understand, a desperate need to contain the chaos, to shut out the world, he grabbed the chain. The metal wascold and rough against his skin as he yanked, the heavy bay door groaning in protest as it began its descent.

When I go to stand back up to find somewhere to hide, I’m thrown backwards into a tree, hitting my head. I groan and let my vision come to focus. My head begins to throb as I sit up and I notice I am nowhere near the fight. A hooded figure comes to view, I try to stand but stumble from dizziness. The hooded figure gets closer and lets out a horrid screech. I start gasping as a blue wisp starts to come from my parted lips and I feel as if my energy is being drained. Right before darkness consumes me, I see those purple eyes with gold flecks.

Hearing your thoughts and seeing what you can see… What's the difference? I did not reply. I merely showed her what the difference was. In front of Snowie's stunned gaze, I thrust my finger into my right eye and forcibly plucked my eyeball out. Of course, there would not be blood or gore. After all, my right eye was a prosthetic.

I shook it, trying to clear the fuzziness that was starting to cloud my vision. I only had one drink, which couldn’t have made me feel like this. Sure, it was strong, but I drank before; this was nothing compared to my nights in Korea. I leaned closer to Zoey, “I’m going to go get some water.” I motioned toward her, but she shook her head. “No, let’s dance.” She pulled me to where a group of people were dancing around. My world was spinning, and my stomach turned. My eyes were getting blurrier by the second. I reached out to grab onto something, but nothing was there except people jumping around. I hit the ground hard. Everything went dark.