Eyes Of The Void Novels & Stories

Lucian Moretti – POV The blacked-out SUV cut through the pre-dawn gloom like a shark through deep water. Inside, the world was silent, save for the low hum of the engine and the soft, rhythmic sound of Seraphina’s breathing from the seat beside me. Razo was in the front, a mountain of silent vigilance, while Matteo followed in a second vehicle with a team of four other men.

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.

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?

Both were shocked with this incident, Anya looks up and collides with his blue-green eyes. Anya raise her finger and traces on Sebastian's eyes making him shiver with her touch "Your eyes are so beautiful, so pure without any malice." Anya stares into his eyes with admiration and fascination then says "Why you always filled them with negative emotions? Or else they are the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen in my life." Hearing her words Sebastian holds her waist and pulls her closer to him then he touches his forehead with her and mumbles "Stop me before I lose control."

She asked, but her voice was frighteningly calm. I gulped. "I got tired of using it, Your Majesty. I want to see the world with my eyes, while I still…" I need to be quiet. "I mean, I want to see everything that I couldn't all those years. I'm tired of being afraid of what I'm going to see, death comes to everybody and there's nothing we can do about it. It's not like I'll cause someone's death with my eyes, I'm just going to see it. Although most people don't seem to understand that, or rather, they don't want to. And that's okay, I don't mind people blaming me for it, not anymore. I just won't stand being accused of something I didn't do, like killing someone especially because I didn't wa

The starry expanse vanished, replaced by flowing crimson lava and a terrifying monstrous beast. Eight towering, pitch-black legs bristled with sharp spines. Four pairs of eyes were neatly aligned—two closed, two open. One of the open, eerie green eyes fixed on him with an unrelenting stare. “A Hunter Dragon Spider!” Logo’s heart skipped a beat. He instantly recognized the notorious predator of the Void Sea—a monstrous void hunter that fed on void dragons. In his previous life, he had narrowly escaped a full-grown Hunter Dragon Spider. As he recoiled, suppressed memories surged through his mind:

But the slugs never left the barrels. I stepped out from behind Dante's flank, my hand still anchored to the hot, bleeding crest between his shoulders. The obsidian shadows in my eyes had grown until there was no white left in the sockets, my vision splitting into forty thousand different individual heat-paths that let me see the internal firing pins inside their rifles. With a single, downward snap of my wrist, I let the Void flow through the floor plates.

This enemy came as a shadow. It oozed from the Veil like ink spilled across a map, dark and formless, crawling over the landscape in a storm of night. Creatures twisted by Morvani’s insatiable hunger, their forms broken and bound by curses so old they predated written memory. They screamed with voices not their own, stolen from those they had consumed. And at the center of it all moved the Void born. Clad in obsidian armour. Eyes blank. Swords forged in cursed fire. Their magic slipped through shields and melted steel, their movements impossibly fluid, like war made elegant.