Novel & Cerita Gargoyle Eyes Human

’ I asked ‘No it can’t be’ he said before leaving me and rushing to the window ‘What’s wrong? Who is that?’ I climbed off the bed and joined him by the window too. I looked out and saw who he was glaring at ‘Aidan! Let’s have a chat’ the man yelled at with an army of Rogues behind him Aidan grit his teeth so hard I thought they would break ‘Dante’ he spat with anger

Ogali’. I pushed my glasses up my nose a bit then I sat down silently. ‘Psst!’, I heard from behind me. I didn’t turn of course. ‘Psst!’, I turned slightly and Beck Jameson was staring at me with his hazel eyes. I wasn’t scared of him like everyone else in school because minus the whole bad boy façade he is just a strangled little penguin to me.

They don’t have bones but what’s intriguing are their two eyeballs rolling from their melted bodies. “Grace look!” exclaimed Sarah. “I think we got the answer here on how to annihilate humanoids”. “Their eyeballs! Their eyeballs are their main system”- Grace. “Their eyeballs are composed of elements like Lithium which is an alkali. When they go nearest to elements like sulfur, hydrogen, nitrogen, and halogens, both of them will blast. The intersection of their compounds will never work out.”, explained Sarah. Grace hurriedly gets the four eyeballs using a pair of gloves as these elements may evaporate like gases through the air. “Seems like we're going to dissect a lot of eyeballs, Sarah”- G

I close my eyes shut and open them. Dora's eyes filled with tears, she slowly kneels in the middle of the road, there was still a little black stain on the ground from the accident, she uses her shaky hands to touch it "I don't want to believe you're the one who's gone". I walk close to her and place my hands on her shoulder "soon everything will be revealed" my eyes suddenly caught something, it was an old man with a homeless look, sited in a small wooden caravan, selling some very cheap fake jewellery.

He smiled cheerfully with a cruel and merciless look in his eyes. The man Leon pointed at immediately ran through the crowd in extreme panic and fear. The gargoyle roared and leaped into the iron bars blocking the audience area and the battle arena. With its strong claws and hands, the Gargoyle tore through the iron bars and slaughtered all the spectators one by one. The gargoyle's claws cut off the head of a man Leon knew very well. His head rolled down into the center of the arena, followed by his body being flung down due to the shaking of the Gargoyle's hand.

She noticed they were in different shapes and sizes, some smaller than others but not less vicious-looking. Their eyes were red and menacing and their listless shifting gait reminded her of a zombie apocalypse film she watched some time ago while on Earth. Had it not been for their red, malevolent eyes, she would have likened them to the zombies. Behind them, someone stalked closer, someone in a long black cloak and a hood draped over his head. His gaze was directed to the ground and even as she willed him to look up, he did, and his eyes - those red eyes - were even more malevolent than the creatures before him. Rage.

Hearing your thoughts and seeing what you can see… What's the difference? I did not reply. I merely showed her what the difference was. In front of Snowie's stunned gaze, I thrust my finger into my right eye and forcibly plucked my eyeball out. Of course, there would not be blood or gore. After all, my right eye was a prosthetic.

In the center, a man is on the ground, curled into a ball as kicks and blows rain down on him. He’s thin, almost skeletal, his clothes ragged and filthy. The crowd shouts accusations—thief, vagabond, devil—but I barely hear them. My attention is fixed on the man’s eyes. They’re not human. I can see it even from here, the faint glimmer of something otherworldly in his gaze. He’s weak, starved, but he’s one of us. Though not a vampire, but he's definitely not mortal. Hazel eyes don't just glow in the dark.

“If you’d been brought up by Demons, you would have been trying to kill me.” “How do you know? Are you so sure that all Demons are bad? Are you so sure that Gargoyles aren’t the bad guys? So far, I’ve been treated like shit by every Gargoyle I’ve met. Everyone looks at me and sees Demon and wants me dead!” I snapped. He narrowed his eyes at me. “What do humans think of Demons and Gargoyles?” “They’re monsters,” I responded simply. “Yet you see Gargoyle statues on the top of churches, guardians against evil. Demons are the servants of hell, minions of the devil. Tell me again if Gargoyles are the bad guys as you put it.”

Lombardi away from me in an attempt to gain some space. “Get off me!” I yelled, completely forgetting that this was a job, but the man let out a loud growl, and his eyes flashed a breathtaking golden color. What was that? Is this man even human? “Mr. Lombardi, sir, umm, do you wear eye contact lenses? Your eyes keep swanning between a dark grey, a golden yellow, and a completely black color.” “Don’t I have the body of a model? After all, models do wear eye contact, don’t they, little Jade?”