Eyes Of The Void Novels & Stories

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.

Their furnace-eyes scanned the courtyard, locking onto the violet aura of the Obsidian Vanguard and the gold-and-sapphire glow of Kaelen. "They are the hunters of the Void," Nyx said, his voice a low, rhythmic vibration of fear. "They were built with 'Anti-Shadow' marrow. Our blades won't even scratch them." Silas looked at the warriors of the pack. They were standing their ground, but their faces were pale, their scents sharp with the metallic tang of impending death. They had just found their voices, only to be faced with the ultimate silence. He looked at Lyra. She was standing in the center of the ruins, her obsidian crown glowing with a violent, rhythmic pulse. She wasn't looking at the

"That's impossible Alpha, My father was a werewolf not an Hybrid." "Cali, you glow in your sleep and sometimes you chant spells. And when you wake up the following morning, you have no idea of the previous night." I stared at him in disbelief. He motioned for Gamma Lou and he withdrew from the door. He pulled out a phone from his pocket and handed it over to me. There was a video on the screen. I hit play and the video started. I was the one in the video sleeping but my mouth was moving, my body was also levitating and I was glowing. My body was glowing this bright blue colour, brighter than my eyes and towards the end of the video fire started going off in the room but nothing was burning.

Every pair of eyes remained fixed on the enormous creature beyond the barrier. The Void Alpha had stopped moving. Its six crimson eyes stared directly toward the terrace, completely ignoring the soldiers attacking it from every direction. Something about its gaze made my chest tighten. It wasn't filled with rage or bloodlust like before. If anything, it seemed... confused. Around it, hundreds of smaller Void Spawn gradually abandoned their assault as though responding to an invisible command. One by one, they became motionless. The battlefield fell into an eerie silence broken only by the crackling remains of Kael's flames and the distant hum of the academy's protective barrier. Soldiers low

One girl and one boy, smiles on their faces as they both let the wind sway their swings. An image of a girl with long, red, wavy hair flashed before my eyes and smiled at me, very tender and sweet like it would end my immortality. Then she collapsed into the floor. The vision went black. I couldn't see anything... it was dark... yet there were whispers. "It's her..." "Puoi permetterti di perderla?" "Take her..." "Sarà la tua morte..." I opened my eyes and sat down. My hands were shaking and I was having a hard time catching my breath due to shock. Fucking dream! No. It was a nightmare!

He held a vicious glint and blood lust while hers, terror. Green against the grey. And just like that his eyes held hers and stared into her green eyes. He goes blank as he looked at the teen in his arm. Her teary eyes looked into his as if she had accepted her fate. His grey eyes widened slightly, clearly mesmerized by the beauty of her green orbs. His eyes make a quick assessment of her face. Tiny freckles scattered all over her nose and by its sides. Those small brown dots on her face looked clear as fresh tears kept constantly rolling down her face. Her cheeks flushed and red. She had a small pointy nose.

She dropped her head immediately, entirely unwilling to look up into his dangerous eyes, and silently prayed that he would just leave her alone. Alexander noticed her lovely eyes gazing frantically down at the floor, completely avoiding his own. He was instantly enraged. He desperately wanted to see her eyes—her beautiful, expressive green eyes that perfectly revealed exactly how terrified she was of him. He fiercely wanted to see those fearful eyes looking up at him.

I lifted my head to look at him and my eyes widened when it landed on his face. His eyes... His green eyes... green like an emerald. I gasped when realization dawned upon me. "Finally, I was able to connect with you." He said while looking straight at me, his voice was echoing in this dark void. My lips parted with shock. My mind can’t seem to process what the heck is going on. I can’t move any part of my body. I feel like I’m frozen like a statue, even my eyes were locked on his. What am I exactly seeing right now?

It tried to tell me I was a failure, a monster, a man who didn't deserve a family. "I know what I am," I growled, my grip tightening until the quill began to spiderweb with cracks. "I am the debt that can never be paid." I jammed the Weeping Eye into the center of Philip’s obsidian chest. The reaction was a physical explosion of light. The silver eye didn't just strike Philip; it began to read him. It saw the man who had been a slave to the Vance family. It saw the man who had sacrificed his eyes to save my son. And it saw the corruption of the Void that was trying to turn that sacrifice into a weapon.

Skin the color of water left too long in a bowl: thin, gray, stretched - Eyes black from lid to lid, glossy and hungry. Three more unpeeled themselves from the shadows behind it: one climbing down a trunk like a spider; one stepping backward out of a tree as if the bark were a curtain; one crouched low, fingers dug into the soil. “Stay,” she whispered to Umbra. He answered with a growl so low it felt like it rattled her ribs. The foremost creature tilted its head. “You called,” it said. “I didn’t,” she said. “Yessss…” another answered from her left, voice wet and amused. “Glasss and blood and windowssss… crying. You ssssang. We heard.”