Novel & Cerita Eyes Of The Void

Kael lying on the ground. Elara screaming. Her mother bleeding. Her father falling. The First Mother disappearing. The wolves being swallowed by darkness. Emily stared in horror. "No." The Void smiled. Choose. Emily's hands trembled. "You're doing this again." Doing what? "Trying to make me choose." The Void tilted its head. You cannot save everyone. Emily slowly raised her sword. "That's what everyone keeps telling me." The Void laughed. Because it is true. Emily looked at the images. Then she noticed something.

The light was coming fromme. I was no longer kneeling. My body was levitating three feet above the ruined pedestal, suspended by a swirling vortex of dark, smoky shadows that danced around my ankles like living serpents. The pain was gone, replaced by a cold, limitless power that felt as natural as breathing. I opened my eyes. A collective, horrified gasp echoed through the darkness. My amber eyes were gone. My pupils and sclera had completely vanished, replaced by a smooth, terrifying, and bottomless abyss of pure, midnight black. The Void Eyes.

“The part of you the Veil never killed.” Kael-Draven staggered as the thing fused deeper into him— his eyes splitting into two colors— and then into three— his voice twisting into something not entirely mortal. Elaria backed away. “No. No—he can’t hold that. He’ll tear himself apart.” The being met her gaze, stone still. “He already is.” The void beneath them cracked. A tremor rolled through the broken space. Elaria swallowed hard. “What do I do?” His eyes glowed like twin memories burning.

POV EMMA BELLE I stood at the edge of the Sun-Spire’s central bridge, my fingers tracing the edge of a fresh piece of parchment. My eyes, once a solid violet, now held swirling eddies of indigo shadow—the permanent mark of the Void-Blade. The "Void-Queen" was still there, a cold, analytical presence in the back of my mind, but the warmth of the North was slowly seepign back into my skin.

A flash of silver flew past my eyes, my chest burnt and I cried out in pain as the dagger pierced my skin and was plunged into my heart. Fire ran through my veins, my skin hot to the touch felt like it was melting away from the bone. Visions flashed through my mind, old vampires, a witch, a wolf and some sort of bonding ritual. And pain, so much pain my wolf ripped through my skin breaking bones and tearing sinew as it was brought out early, unnaturally. Sweat drenched my body, as I writhe around on the bed. I could feel my old self slipping away, my humanity slipping away, my connection to my family slipping away until I was bare. Opening my eyes, the light was blinding, sharp pain piercing

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.

And her eyes… they were exactly as Gloria had described: like clouded moonlight, seeing nothing, and everything. She held a broken chair leg like a sword. “Stay back.” Her voice was a rasp, a sound scraped raw from disuse. A part of me, a part I thought long dead, felt a jolt of something akin to admiration. A cornered mouse, baring its teeth at the wolf. Razo chuckled. “She’s got spirit. Little mouse with a toothpick.” “Razo.” My warning was a single, sharp syllable. He fell silent. I stepped fully into the room, my presence seeming to suck the remaining air from it. She sensed me, her head tilting, tracking my movement through sound alone. She was mapping me.

Eliza nods and fights back the tears, “She was.” She pockets the picture again, “But this Voodoo-Witch might know her, and if he does then I know he’s the one.” Molly nods, and then the door opens again. She turns to see Abimelech and a tall thin black man. He has a long face, a well-trimmed bushy beard, wide full lips and a long Nubian nose. His eyes are dark-brown and almost black and the glow that Witch’s eyes have looks odd with his eyes as dark as they are.

She only thought witches have the power to appear anywhere they want but a vampire? "Sacred are you?" Zephyr muttered softly. His eyes were red, blood-red and Penelope could feel the anger exuding from his body. "My king!" Penelope mumbled. Zephyr smiled, closing the space between him and Penelope while the latter also decided to create a huge space between them by walking backward. She could see in his eyes that he wasn't in his right senses, he never was! She finally reached the wall, there was nowhere she could run. Zephyr's smile grew bigger at this, he placed his right hand on the wall and used his left hand to caress her beautiful skin.

They were looking so pure that she couldn't help but become fascinated and she thinks "His eyes are so beautiful!" On the other hand Sebastian stares in those light brown eyes which were clear but still unclear like there was a veil which was protecting the emotions in those eyes and stopping him to see through her and that lavender scent was effecting him. Both were lost in each other's eyes and we're trying to read the other when their trance was broken by Ayaan's voice "Are you okay?" Sebastian leaves her and she stands properly then looks down and says to don't know whom "I'm fine, thank you."