Eyes Of Chaos Novels & Stories

The dragon blinked a final time and averted its eyes somewhere else as if it had heard her whisper and honored her plea. That was weird. Although the dragon had looked elsewhere, Evrah couldn't help but stare at it. She watched the destruction and chaos it brought to life. The obliteration it seemed to revel in. All of them seemed to be enjoying their devastating results. She had watched them chase folks down, spitting the elements and flame in the direction of her fellows. She had watched as they set everything ablaze, their massive wings fanning the flames as they burned the brightness and vibrancy of existence into nothingness.

The only other thing that felt as ridiculous as that to me was when Jordan told me, "Josie needs a pair of eyes. Why won't you help her, Hazel?" "Why do you need my corneas for this? What makes her deserve this?" His expression turned ugly when he saw that I was mad. "She doesn't have friends or family, and she's lost her vision at such a young age. What do you expect her to do?" His tone had softened. "You're not the same as her, Hazel. You have me—I'll be your eyes. I'll hire someone to care for you and never leave you." It was mocking to me how serious he looked. "So, her vision matters, but mine doesn't?"

In this cataclysm Amidst the swirling tempest of chaos, Jenna's eyes locked onto a figure emerging from the shadows. It was Logan, his countenance etched with an unwavering resolve that sent shivers down her spine. In the dimly lit arena, a fierce battle raged on. The clash of steel against steel echoed through the air, mingling with the gasps and cheers of the spectators. Jenna's eyes were fixed on the combatants, her heart pounding in her chest.

"Is this retribution for all the things I have done?" The next day, Zoe had a nightmare. In her nightmare, all her limbs had been tied, and she could not move. When she opened her eyes, she saw a man dressed in black holding a dagger. The man pressed her head down with one hand while his other hand plunged a dagger into her eye. He used the dagger to gouge her eyeballs out! "Ah—!" Zoe screamed miserably! This was not a dream! This was real! Both her eyeballs had been gouged out!

It covered his entire body, the obsidian colour contrasting with the red pouring from the eyes, chest and limbs. “Domain of the Chaos King: Discord.” The sky above them opened into a massive eye, burning red like Zoi’s. Then another, and another, all around them, till there was nothing but eyes around them. Quinn gripped his scythes tighter and looked around. The eyes moved sporadically around, but he felt for some weird reason that they were focused intently on them. The massive eye above flared, and fired a beam into the ground, where they were. They all scattered, dodging the beam as it hit. Quinn saw that another eye was already trained on him, firing where he was about to land. He sped

I smiled as a signal for her to stop worrying. "What did you see this time?" She asked curiously. It was the same as usual. I saw a place that was obviously not on earth. Chaos. That place is full of chaos. Every time I see it, a war is taking place and it’s not just any war. I know it sounds crazy but I think it involves magic. Pretty impossible, huh? It makes my head ache every freaking time. "The usual," I casually said before started walking again. I don't want to talk about it that much because it makes me realize even more that I’m not a normal person.

My eyes grew large as I watched the bugs flew out, forming a great flock before they swarmed on Sean, Patrick, and his wife. My heart skipped beats for a moment as I watched the bugs covered their bodies. And before I could draw in a deep breath, the soldier shot another barrel. In agile moves, he then crawled out of the place. A loud explosion then followed, turning the entire scene to black.

“I’d like to see how well your little tricks work with one eye.” “Y’know, I don’t see why our soul-eater here needs two eyes to work some magic.” Chaos commented in between whistling some annoyingly repetitive tune. He came up behind the Hound and bent over, tilting his head so that he could look me in the eye. His movie-star grin turned lopsided, giving him that perfect boy next door vibe—if the boy next door was a raging psychopath with crimson eyes. “I call dibs on the brown one. I think I’ll dry it like one of those little heads.” “An eye for an eye.” The Assassin mused, and I hated this look of gentle contemplation even more.

They called him Chaos instead. But now he stood before me in the flesh, and every nightmare I’d had felt like a warning I hadn’t understood. He was exactly as I had seen him in my dreams, only worse. More real. More terrifying. The sight of him stole the air from my lungs. His jaw was sharp, severe, as if carved from stone, and his black hair framed his face with an untamed elegance. But it was his eyes that trapped me—icy blue, piercing through me like shards of frozen glass. They were merciless, cold, the kind of eyes that had witnessed and delivered death without hesitation.

Manic laughter filled the air, the sound like metal scraping against metal carried on to a new decibel that brought intense pain to my ear. "Weak," a cold voice called finally accompanying the touches. "I'm right in front of you child, Marvel and Gaze at your future, A future of Chaos!" Frustrated as the creature whatever it was laughed on at it's own words, I turn around firing off a volley of spells in every possible directions, I stop panting, drained and exhausted by all the drain of power, my breath itself seems to cease as two giant orbs of red pulsating lights appear in front of me and it takes me a minute to realize that they are actually eyes.