Eyes Of The Shadow Novels & Stories

Lucky there’s nothing deep needing stitches. In my grieving and broken state, I begin to feel faint. I let myself go and pass out. Opening my eyes I feel myself transported into another realm. Standing in front of me is my grandmother’s house which stands in front of a looming property which I dare not go near. The “LeFleur” mansion. A place said to belong to my ancestors from centuries ago. A place that continues to haunt my dreams since a child. Something about this place calls to my soul, it pulls me and begs me to return. The house stands in the Normandy countryside. She feels it in the wind and air, she feels it in the depths of the earth, it’s as if a spirit like a piece of me is locke

Olivia told her in a worried tone as she continued to look at the hourglass. Nyx did say anything to make her feel better because she knew that she couldn’t give her false hope. Sending him was a bet. Whether or not they come back relied all on him now. ••• Shadow opened his eyes slowly and immediately raised his hand to his face because of the bright light. He squinted his eyes, got up, and looked around to see where he was. It was nothing but desert for miles and miles away. He shape shifted into his werewolf form and ran in one direction for hours.

I nodded. "Your wish is my command, my Queen. I'll take my blindfold now," I warned everybody else, and touched the knot Sohan made before then began to unmake it. Folding it and putting it on my lap, I blinked, getting used to the light again. I heard lots of gasps, probably because most people here have never seen my eyes, they must be mesmerized.

Images flashed before her eyes-of battles fought, sacrifices made, and the darkness that threatened to consume everything. "Focus, Amelia. Let the vision come to you. We need to understand what we are about to face." Kaelen urged, his hand resting gently on Amelia's shoulder Taking a deep breath, Amelia closed her eyes and surrendered to the flow of energy. The vision intensified, revealing a glimpse of Shadow's lair, a twisted fortress shrouded in darkness. She saw his minions, strange creatures with sunken eyes and jagged teeth, lurking in the shadows, awaiting their master's orders.

There shouldn't be a need for secrets, especially now. My eyes moved around to the Torgan Hunters, who were in front of me. Their eyes have not left or blinked. It was odd. Their spider vein eyes seemed to be painful. Whatever spell she was using on them was making their eyes bloodshot. They have not blinked for a long time. The pitiful humans. Something moved in front of my eyes. If it wasn't because of my supernatural eyesight. I would have missed it. This time, I was ready. Shadow was not surfacing and conversing with our supposed mate alone. My eyes watched the wolf move slowly and precisely toward me.

The wyrm lies dead before us, its colossal body collapsed like a fallen mountain upon the forest floor. The heavy air that clung to the trees begins to lift—but not for long. Something else still lurks. Unseen, yet unmistakably present. I’m exhausted, my hands trembling from the strain. Shadow, though, hasn’t lost an ounce of his strength—at least not outwardly. But his eyes are dark, storm-ridden, as if a whirlwind of thoughts is churning within him. When our eyes meet, I see something in his face I haven’t seen before. Something deeper. More grave.

Afterlight’s voice boomed through every speaker, every circuit, every wire, “Break my chains.” The mirror shattered. “Or I will break yours.” The room plunged into absolute darkness, no light, no sound, except Two glowing, human-looking eyes hovering in the void where the mirror once stood. The eyes were watching her, knowing her, claiming her. Evelyn couldn’t breathe. Alexander gripped her arm with a strength that bordered on panic. But Afterlight spoke one last sentence, in Evelyn’s exact voice, “I am your shadow, Evelyn.” And another in soft, chilling whisper. “And shadows always come home.”

Mane nodded his head like a stringed puppet, his dull eyes suggesting that he was not himself. His hand reached out for the Eyes of Destruction, their red glow a dangerous beast that called to him, pulling him into their selfish embrace. As Mane’s hand grew nearer, the red light grew brighter, and the shadow behind the eyes gained a more visible presence. A red robe hugged the shadow gently as it slowly gained its features.