Eyes Of Wakanda Mga Nobela at Kwento

Lionel couldn't stop himself from grinning briefly—it appears his patient is rather smarter than expected. For some seconds, Lionel persisted his gaze on Jinx, who's also staring at him intently. “Mr. Armstrong, isn't it natural for humans to heal after recuperation?” He asked tactfully. “Don't give me that fucking bullshit. The human cells aren't that great, y'know? Okay, let's put aside the kidney transplant. What about my eye? It was fucking clawed! How the hell do you explain this?” he bellowed as he pointed his index finger at his left eye. That's all healed up—it's perfectly fine. Before Lionel could respond, their discussion came to a halt as Leo waltzed in.

He just watched his Alpha thinking about his newfound friend. “Let’s go to the function hall.” Alpha Vincent said. He was about to open the door but stopped when Ivan called him. “What?” “I think you better take off your blue contact lens first before you face the councils,” Beta Ivan suggested as he stared at Vincent's eyes. “Oh!” Vincent exclaimed, and took off the blue contact lens that hid his golden eyes. Alpha Vincent uses contact lenses whenever he wants to go alone outside the Blackwood premises for his safety. The enemy knew the Alpha of the Blackwood Pack had golden eyes, and he was the only one who had that kind of eyes.

The intense glaring contest between Savanna and Lisa seemed to freeze time for a moment, as their eyes locked in a battle of wills. Each woman's gaze conveyed a distinct and powerful message, reflecting their conflicting emotions and desires. Savanna's eyes burned with a fiery menace, radiating determination and a fierce will to stake her claim in Alex's life. There was an unwavering resolve in her gaze as if she was willing to go to any lengths to be with him. Her eyes seemed to pierce through the air, reflecting her defiance and refusal to back down.

In a manor on the back mountains of Tempris House, Saachi cheered excitedly, “It’s the Dobro Eyes’ power! James did it. He succeeded!” Waleria also stared at the enormous eye in the sky. Within that eye, she sensed a disquieting power. She murmured to herself, “The Invincible Dobro Eyes… How frightening. James merely studied their inscriptions and already he’s able to invoke the power of Dobro Eyes. The actual Dobro Eyes themselves must be even more terrifying.” She cast a glance at Saachi beside her.

Lavina was still silent, feeling something strange in her eyes. The last thing she remembered was Raveen's father offering her a pair of eyes. Actually she say nothing about the offer. Rael's offer of wanting to give her the eyes sounded so impossible.She would never be able to see again.

"I always thought Alpha Whadh's eyes were pretty cool as they glowed so brightly in the dark. Those two over there have almost the same glow." Seeing the two pairs that remained fixed on me, I swallowed hard and dragged my body further into the wall. When I first noticed Alpha Whadh's eyes gloriously sparkling in the night like a real diamond, I almost plucked them off their sockets and kept them for a letter view anytime I needed to. His night vision was just too sharp that it could burn deep into one's skin. "Why do you keep staring at my eyes, hmm?" Whadh voiced out those words while bending me over the bathroom counter.

Or rather, out there in the dark. "Jack," Catherine said, tracing the black veins on his face. "Your eye..." Jack looked at his reflection in the polished steel of the reactor casing. His left eye was his own—hazel, human. His right eye was gone. In its place was a solid orb of blackness, with a burning, vertical golden slit for a pupil. It was the eye of the Wolf. The eye of the Entity he had fought in the dream. "I can see it," Jack whispered, looking at the ceiling, looking through the rock, through the earth, towards the signal from the mansion. "I can see the path."

My powers, barely touched, are our edge, and Lupa knows it. “Ember, focus,” Lupa snaps, stepping closer. “You’re Moon Eyes now. Akira’s gift is in you—sight, instinct, control. Tap it.” I grip my knife tighter, frustrated. “I don’t even know what that means! I fight, I lead. What’s this sight crap?” She grabs my shoulders, voice fierce. “It’s more than fighting. Moon Eyes see beyond—truth, intent, even the future in flashes. Close your eyes. Feel it.”

She added as she headed for the door. “Where are you going?” Velmont asks in concern. She shrugged and turned her head to face them. She showed her pure black eyes, then playfully said, “It's either get ice cream or commit genocide. I’ll decide along the way.” Eleanor gasped in fear. “Eyes of a mass murderer.” She uttered while staring at Vesper’s pure Obsidian black eyes. Cain and Zane rose from their seats on full alert and would shift to their wolf form anytime as her eyes meant she’d killed a lot of creatures.

Through swollen, crusted eyes I’d caught glimpses. These wolves weren’t like the deformed, shambling wrecks that Jade had created before using the blood he took before I was mated. These were stronger, sleeker… muscles sculpted to lethal perfection, coats glossy despite the filth, movements fluid and terrifyingly precise. Living weapons forged in Jade’s labs. But their eyes… goddess, their eyes were void-black, endless pits. No spark of soul, no flicker of recognition or pain or rage. Just empty obedience. Mindless. They fought because they were commanded to fight. Killed because they were told to kill.