روايات وقصص ضمن Eyes Of The Void

I watched impassively as he collapsed onto the spread of glass shards on the floor. His embrace used to bring me warmth and comfort. Now, it brought me nothing but disgust. Marcus couldn't care less about the fresh injuries he got from the shards. He shifted to his knees and began crawling toward me slowly. Two long trails of blood extended from behind him. He thought he could cancel out the damage he had inflicted on me by getting hurt himself. Soon, Marcus hugged me once again, his senses completely overwhelmed by panic and anxiety. He buried his face into the crook of my shoulder as he began whimpering sadly.

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

The creature’s shriek was a jagged blade against my eardrums. It was a Hound of the Void—a nightmare of grey flesh and elongated limbs that shouldn't exist in a world of fur and bone. As it lunged through the shattered window, time seemed to slow down. “Don’t pull back, Elara,” Malachi’s voice echoed in my mind, steady and cold. “The Earth doesn't flinch. Neither do you.” I felt his power surge through the Blood Pact, a river of dark ink flowing into my veins to meet my violet fire. I didn't step away. I stepped in.

"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.