Game Of Thrones Gods Eye Novels & Stories

“Stop acting cool. You are one of the enemies I have, and you know that.” Before I could say more than one word, I felt a surge of energy in me. I shut my eyes as I was unable to get over it. It was stronger than that of a beta like him. “I felt this surge of energy when I woke up in the hospital. It's an Alpha energy and not a Beta." I thought and opened my eyes. “I believed it was Prince Kelvin—and Tyrion is a Beta and not an Alpha.” I blinked as he took away his palm from my body….his perspirations dropping on the floor.

He had always made a point of giving no one the satisfaction of seeing him flinch, even when he stood alone. The crow tilted its head and watched with intrigue; its gaze riveted on the droplet the God caught on his fingertip. Its body quivered when the warm blood was pressed above its own eye, seeping in and being absorbed. An indignant caw sounded as the unpleasant sensation and the inevitable blur that followed.

She explained. Thane nodded. "Okay. I'll choose the strongest werewolf for this journey. But you know I can protect you." "I'm not doubting you. But once we enter Tartarus, I need the eye of Acheron and the power of the Fire God." Elisia said. Thane was surprised. He didn't tell her about his abilities. She only knew about the eye because of the incident in the witches' lair. "How did you know?" He asked. Elisia smiled. "The reason Zion gave you the power of the Fire God was because of the eye of Acheron."

“Aren’t you afraid that you be separated from me, and you will be assigned to that substitute system with no experience at all?! as Gabriel system said this, system 'Eye' crying become more intense. Gabriele thin purse lips twitches at the itchiness he was feeling in his palm, the palm that in which was completely dry and smooth so clean, visibly sweat because of the tears that fall down from system 'Eye' big eyes. Gabriele lowered his eyes, he opened his palm slightly, lifting it up a little bit so his gaze could look at that tears. Gabriel icy cold dark eyes visibly condense for the hundredth times or who knows how many times System eyes lifted up his big eyes to look at his host but was s

Orion and Draco stood on either side of me, arms crossed rather threateningly. Aides surveyed the two of them, lifted a single dark eyebrow, then began speaking to Azrael. I stiffened beside my mates, trying to process yet another unfathomable deity. “He has no eyes. I mean he does, but its just—” I shook my head, “It’s just fire.” Where there should’ve been iris, white, and pupil, there was only tendrils of blackened flame in Aides’s eyes. Even so, I somehow knew he’d been watching Draco and Orion. His stare was as heavy as the island and twice as dark.

He stared at Theon for a moment, then took off running. "Did you see his eyes?" Miro asked. "Yes. They're yellow. But isn't he a gamma? They should be blue, right? Just like Theon." "He's a beta." It was Theon who spoke. "Lyall's beta." *** Tadariez

Which means— No. She can’t think about them now. Not when the sky is still bleeding light. “What’s in the breach?” Static. Then a voice chokes through the comm-rune, raw and shaking: “General—it’s not a breach. It’s—” A wet sound, like a throat tearing. “It’s watching us.” The rune goes dead. Seris swallows hard. Looks back at the window. The eye—if that’s what it is—moves. Slowly. Like a god dragging its gaze across an anthill. And when it settles—

He just waited, curious but silent. Elena’s eyes stayed glued to her phone screen. She took a deep breath and pressed the call button for Alexander's number. The ring cut through Alexander’s complaining. He glanced at the unknown number and muttered, “Who is this again?” In an instant, the carefree playboy vanished. His expression hardened. His eyes sharpened. The war god in him surfaced again. One hand slipped into his pocket, his posture straightening—calm, alert, curious. He answered the call.

She needed an uninterrupted line of sight for that spell to work. So she resigned herself to another spell, the last spell she learned from The Tower, before she returned home. Cassana waved her arms and with another incantation, the broken glasses on the floor rose up and coalesced right above her, forming the shape of a serpent. She pointed her staff towards the misty mass in front of her and the glass serpent lurched towards it. If she was lucky, one of the thousand fragments of glass would find its way on the drow's neck and slice it open, ending her life right there.

The battlefield had become a graveyard of gods. Mountains burned beneath the fractured eclipse while darkness and silver fire clashed endlessly across the ruined land. Hunters fought shadow creatures among collapsing stone towers. Wolves howled through rivers of corruption. And beneath it all, the Abyss watched. That massive golden eye remained open beneath the cracked earth, ancient and patient, studying Lira and Kael with terrifying fascination. The King stood between them and the Abyss now. Protectively. Violently. Darkness spiraled around his massive form like a storm barely restrained.