Gargoyle Eyes Human Novels & Stories

He was getting used to his human form. He flapped his wings. At least they still moved. "Prepare to die, gargoyle," the grotesque figure snarled. Her fetid breath washed over him, making him want to gag, but he wouldn't show weakness. He had a warrior's heart and if it stopped beating today at least it would stop in battle. He swiped at her, but she leaned out of the way. He hadn't ever encountered a goblin that had magical powers like this. Had they developed since he'd been in stone?

“I won’t repeat that twice.” Shawn angrily turned the same hand he had raised into a fist, tightening his fingers enough for his fingernails to draw blood from his skin. He ignored the pain, muttering a small whisper of magic. Rose saw the blood drops that fell on the floor began to shake as a creature pushed it body out from the floor. Rose shuddered when seeing the creepy eyes of the gargoyle but something was different with the gargoyle that he had summoned compared to the other gargoyles she had seen before!

"كارليسيا". He answered her reflection, and put her hand in his hand when he was his head back and slightly deeply and took him deeply while looking at him in puzzle. "Gabriel." The man said, he stumped his hand. Watch him and quickly ran to liberate her wrist, but her hand passed through it. "Ben What happens!" Heard heard her screaming from a distance distance but she was very busy trying to output her reflection from his grip. So when Gabriel opened his eyes and expanded the eyes of Carlisia as well as its shape. They were yellow. "Rafic!" He almost wished in everyone with a yellow and eyes who finally pushed the Carleysia reflection, which was amazing from the sudden change in the eyes

[Gia's POV] Staring into Kali’s eyes, I knew our fates were sealed. Kali's eyes were a deep, soulless black, like dark pits of coal. In them, I saw swirls of fiery red, reflecting the flames of destruction and death that burned within him. His grin was wicked and sadistic, revealing his true malicious intent. I did not falter or look away, as he marched straight towards me, with a grin that was twisted and malevolent, a clear sign of his sadistic joy.

Gargoyles lined the path on either side of them, soft growls emanated from the stone protectors. "I told him he should upgrade these things. Why can't we have a three headed hound like Hades and Persephone?" Zalakai asked openly. One of the Gargoyles shifted its face from stone and bared its teeth at Zalakai menacingly. "Oh, how scary." He said sarcastically before he snapped his fingers. The Gargoyle grumbled into dust where it stood.

) Thought of Mike as he gives a tired dry laugh. Mike opened his left palm towards the man letting him see what will he do. And then... He moves his two-finger pointing to the man's eye. He moves it with a flick. With that flick, blood and the weird substance on the man's face started to move as it follows the movement of the fingers. The scattered blood and weird substance united as one and flew towards the man's right eye as it pierces his eyeball reaching his very brain. "Gargh!" The man lost his grip as he quickly holds his right eye.

they glowed a slight yellow as well, marking him as something more, something not human. The other two men weren't large but like the other two these men had an uncommon grace about them, and an energy in their presence that made him.....anxious. Like something was watching him. The last two men had glowing eyes as well. One man had two toned eyes. Black and white pupils that interchanged from right to left and piercings in his left eye accompanied by a faded over scar. While the other man had eyes that were crystal green and bright blood hair and a nasty smile on his face. The last two men were of two varying sizes, one lean and long, the other lean and thick, though neither of them were ti

Secondly, he had to remain behind to ensure that no other vampire found out the secret weapon the woman posed as. He changed his hair back to black and his eyes to a grey one. He was about to start his inspection of the room when he heard loud footsteps approaching the room. When he smelled the O+ blood, he groaned in hate knowing who was approaching him. He teleported back to the bed and closed his eyes in the pretense that he was still unconscious.

Not anymore. His body pulled itself up with unnatural strength, muscles tightening and bones shifting beneath his skin. And then, his face lifted. Revealed. The guards froze completely because his eyes were no longer human. They glowed, faint at first, then brighter. Red. Deep. Burning with something they could not understand. Not pain. Not fear. Something worse. Something older. Something angry. His gaze locked onto them. Sharp. Unforgiving. Alive. Too alive. A low sound escaped him, not quite a growl, not quite a breath, but something in between.

When he looks back at me, his eyes have changed. His irises are lost in the shadow of his sclera. The latter has taken to two shades―obscene halfway from the top, then bloody below―with blue scanty veins pulling over them. At first, I thought it was just his supernatural eyes, just like that of Xaulfur. Yet, somehow, I feel that his inhuman state is not a threat to me. It is not as if I trust the old hag, I just trust the feeling of warmth I usually have when around him. However, it soon hit me.