Gargoyle Eyes Human Novels & Stories

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.

"Back before humans—or we think humans with goblins' help—ruled the world, there was magic. Gargoyle and fairies formed an alliance against goblins. A few elite families of gargoyles were assigned to protect a specific fairy. That is still true, but most fairies have no idea they are one, so we gargoyles can't always protect them. I guess it's a way for the goblins to rule the world." Blinking, she took all that in. "Okay. Why is it dangerous for gargoyles and fairies to get together?" "Because a gargoyle and his fairy together, touching, can defeat any goblin." "Wow." It was all she could say. Less than a week ago, she had no idea that there were supernatural beings on the Earth. Now, she w

Lindsay yelled He opened his eyes and the wind threw Lindsay hitting her on the wall,, " Arrhhh" She shouted and immediately passed out. Rodolfo walked out of the Library immediately,, he continue walking in the rain,,,,,, everyone watching him hide in fear seeing his eyes and fingers. " That's,,,,,, that's,,,,, a,,monster " A boy of five years said and his mother immediately covered his mouth with her palm. Rodolfo couldn't control himself no matter how he tried,,, his eyes keep on bringing out blood. And each blood drop,,the humans die.

Arlo gets off the couch, finally, and comes and sits between us and looks up at both of us with the one white ear and the amber eyes and the complete confidence of a dog who considers himself central to all important decisions. He is not wrong.

And on Bitsy’s portion, disgust. She’d caught his take note right off—a red hot small Faerie with spiky hair, awe-inspiring chest and hips, and dim, expressive eyes lit by a guarantee for retaliation. There was no fear in those eyes. Not for the soul suckers. Not for him. Not for his pack.

“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

He looks like a nice older guy, dark skin with a few lines to show his age, a grey moustache and dark brown eyes that are crinkled with warmth as he looks upon his companion. His companion is the odder of the two. He’s a seven-and-a-half-foot tall Gargoyle, with deep blue-green skin. He’s wearing dark grey trousers which have long zips up the sides to allow him to get in and out of them, but no shoes, as his feet are wide and long with long claws. His hands are also long and have claws, but these look shorter, more like long fingernails. He’s also wearing a loose dark-blue hoodie, with slits cut into the back to allow his wings free. His wings are leathery and have hooked ‘claws’ on the top

A black hole in human form that sucked all the warmth and light out of a room. He was a bald man with a long white beard. Sturdy build despite being in his sixties. Shoulders still broad. Posture still military-straight. His face was weathered and lined but hard. Unyielding. Like carved stone. But it was his eyes that were truly frightening. Cold. Dead. Like looking at a reptile. Something that mimicked human emotions but felt none of them. He did not blink often enough. Did not move his facial muscles the way normal people did.

The gravity of his speculation hung in the air, heavy with foreboding. The silence that followed was thick with the realization of that potential reality, a human, perhaps? Innocent, vulnerable, and most importantly, ignorant of the ancient power they were unwittingly unleashing upon the world. The Gargoyle, an ancient sentinel carved from rough stone, rumbled with a voice as deep as the earth itself. “The earth… it does not lie. Where did this… Chosen One appear?” His gaze shifted toward the ever-weakening light within the room. “Where was the tomb disturbed?”

While one bite of an Ultima is not known to kill, their eyes are almost guaranteed to be fatal, and the effects of seeing the untamed eyes are far worse. Those at the height of their power, like Blade, can look into your soul and strip away any shred of humanity you have left, destroying all hope of recovery, and leaving no luck for a second chance at life. The three gammas stared at Blade’s eyes for a while and then their transition from wolves to humans began, their bones cracking and reforming into their human forms until the three naked men collapsed onto the ground, screaming in agony as their bodies went into a seizure. “I will go get Loki immediately!” Loretta shouted, breaking her si