Gacha Club Eyes Novels & Stories

Everyone else is calm and collected as if nothing out of the ordinary is going on. I glance back over at the crying infant, her little eyes filled with tears that roll down her fawn-coloured cheeks. It’s the first time I’ve seen her eyes, and I can’t help but feel surprised as I take in their appearance. They’re intense, like pools of lava formed by a dazzling gold around the pupil that bleeds into a vibrant crimson red. As a Goddess, I had expected her to be born with silver eyes like the other Gods, but instead, they are the perfect mix of her mother’s golden eyes and the blood red that once signified Oshmin’s curse.

she says, voice lower now, venom curling around each syllable, “too bad I have your twin deep inside me—fucking me like the beast he is. He’s stronger than you, Rafaele. And he’ll protect me from the likes of you.” The line goes dead and so does the phone as i blast it across the space. ~~AURELIA~~ It’s evening now, and the club is in full swing. Though, I can’t even really call it a club—there are too many nooks and crannies. A place filled with shiny machines and people sitting in front of them, dragging some lever down and cursing in anger as they stare at the screens. Gladis explained it’s some kind of game where people throw in huge amounts of money and spin in hopes of winning more.

The crowd was dense, but I pushed through and made a beeline for the stairs. I drew nearer and the individual glanced up and met my gaze briefly before averting his eyes. I kept back a bit, waiting for them to take the first step. Another buzz. I did not even need to check my phone to know who it was. "Close enough?" I smiled and shoved my hands into my jacket pockets and leaned in somewhat and spoke a bit softer. “You the one texting me?” He didn't say anything at first; he just sort of leaned in and displayed those incredible eyes, and I definitely saw the dark iris in his eye.

After my eyes were plucked out, I lay on the operating table with two empty sockets on my face, resembling that of a broken doll. Samuel Sterling felt no guilt. He picked up my eyes to examine them and praised them, saying, "Daeleen was right. These really are a beautiful pair of eyes! I promised you, Daeleen. I will make all your wishes come true." As the anesthesia's effect slowly wore off, I could not help but cry out in pain. Samuel finally turned his attention to me as if blaming me for interrupting his memories of Daeleen.

They weren't just fighting an army; they were fighting a "Format." "The Liquid Gold is the Architects' lifeblood!" Maya shouted through the bond, her voice a fragile vibration. She was riding on the back of the liquid metal creature, her fingers still clutching a tablet that was now nothing more than a shard of violet crystal. "If the Eye fires its final beam, the gold will be 'Re-distributed' into the audience. They will forget the North, and we will become 'Ghost Data' in a dead system!"

Andrea’s hazel eyes were a warm, golden hazel, the color of caramelized sugar, while Jackie’s eyes, one brown, one dark green, held a fractured beauty, like their mother’s heterochromia; it made her unforgettable. Jackie used those eyes now to cut the line, meeting the bouncer’s gaze, her stare unyielding, and hypnotizing, paired with her smile, she was almost irresistible. Jackie decided to take her to her favorite club, Circuit Cardiff, where the DJ once kept her company during the haze of her past. He was talented, but his approach and expectations were simple: "Only here for a good time, not a long time." Tonight wasn’t about slipping back into old habits or reliving memories. It was abo

Her teeth catch my bottom lip hard enough that I taste copper and the mark on my chest flares brighter in response. “He’s already manifesting in you,” Kiera says against my mouth. “I can see it happening. Your eyes just turned completely red.” “What?” “Your eyes glow the color of whichever god you’re channeling most strongly. Red for War, gold for Pleasure, pale blue for Death.” She bites down on my neck hard enough to leave a mark. “Now stop thinking and fuck me like you mean it.”

It just took everything that happened to get here and I would not change a single thing because every single thing led to this room, this man, this daughter, this life. Eyes open. Always, always, eyes open. Clara breathes. Rhys holds my hand. We smile.

Aqua, Kazuma, and Megumin who saw that got goosebumps all over. What's on Kazuma mind are 'Hiiiiiii! Th-This dude is the real deal! He might just truly kill me if I piss him off!' His legs are shaking like crazy and he's sweating all over. Aqua - 'S-scarryyyyy! But his eyes... Is he also a Crimson Demon clan member? No... His eyes are nothing like Crimson eyes, it gives even more dangerous vibe than them. And I could swear even the Demon Lord doesn't have this kind of vibe'

Yumiko gulped and looked down on her lap. "I know you are interested in the secret as to how Kazuha got her eyes. You see, the Hinagi clan had used to be born with red eyes that turn silver but years of bad bloodlines have gotten rid of that trait, and yet the silver eyes remain. She may had her silver eyes that day but the rest of us had regained our red eyes on certain circumstances." Konomi frowned. "Anger, despair, fear-" Then she looked at Kaori who was now displaying fear upon seeing her glowing scarlet eyes that looked like they want to tear her to shreds. "-and it started with you." The girl then turns to see Konomi staring at her with her chocolate eyes turning burgundy.