Goblin Eyes Novels & Stories

Dozens of tall, faceless monsters made of pure black smoke and glowing green eyes crawled out from the dark, their long, razor-sharp claws scraping against the frozen ground. As Gabriel leads his vanguard army down the mountain path toward the border, a terrifying, high-pitched screech echoes through the trees. Gabriel violently skids to a halt, his golden eyes widening in horror. Standing directly in the middle of the narrow mountain pass is his wicked mother, Evelyn, flanked by fifty howling shadow-monsters. Evelyn raises her hand, pointing a glowing green blade straight at Gabriel’s chest, and laughs, Did you really think I would let you leave the valley, my sweet, foolish boy?"

Xander’s fake brother, Noah, suddenly asks him. Gabriel and I turn to him, and we see his irises are glowing with a bright honey colour as he keeps his gaze on Gabriel, whose eyes are faintly glowing red. A look of recognition crosses Gabe’s face as he smirks, nodding his head in approval while the rest of us are looking between them, confused.

Perks of being a werewolf. ”Wait, Xander!” I call him. ”Yes?” ”Please give me something more, tell me something about my mate?” I plead him ”I don’t know. He’s about our age I think. Quite tall. White hair. Oh yeah, he has funky eyes. I heard some people call him weird-eye. Keeps to himself.” Gabriel growls instantly after hearing someone calling names at our mate. ”What do you mean weird eyes” I ask ”Well their coloring is all funky, like you mix blue and brown but they don’t mix together. He’s not like a crooked-eye. I don’t know what else to tell you.”

It wasn’t Gavin. He was tall and lanky, his skin a pasty, unnatural white except for his palms, which were the color of pitch. His form seemed to be melting, trapped in a half-shift between human and monster. His eyes were reptilian, yellow with slits for pupils. Something about those eyes sparked a memory I couldn’t grasp through the haze of pain, a flicker of recognition from a nightmare I couldn’t place. This wasn’t Gavin!

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.

Lord Gilbert explained, "The Dios eyes are said to be most invincible eyes in the entire world, they can see through any deception or illusion magic. It is said that when Dios eyes really awaken, they give off a glow of heavenly gold, as if they were made from ceramic rich gold itself. Have your eyes ever glowed golden?" "What! Wait wait wait, I think you guys have mistaken me for someone else. FYI my eyes are the most mundane eyes you will ever come across. They are so ordinary that people even dismiss me sometimes as a being without eyes." I knew I was blabbering nonsense, but you can't blame me, I was pretty freaked out here. I didn't want to be some superhuman with magical all-seeing eye

However, it wasn’t the same as to what I'm seeing now. There was a boy. I can’t recognize his face because of the weird blurry effect of the dream. The only thing I saw clearly were his eyes. His emerald-colored eyes are still engraved in my mind. Even though it’s already been a year since I last dreamt of it, I still can’t forget his eyes. The scenes may be different to what I'm seeing now, but they were both peculiar and still not on earth.

The student glanced up but saw nothing above. Gildeon did. Ghulik was up there, clinging to the ceiling like some grotesque insect. Thick strings of saliva dangled from his gaping maw. He’d doubled in size. Veins bulged beneath his pale gray skin, pulsing like trapped worms. His eyes glowed crimson, the pupils now gone. ‘Ghulik!’ Gildeon called out, telepathically. Nothing. The goblin didn’t flinch. Its gaze darted across the crowd below, scanning for the next victim.

I nodded. "Your wish is my command, my Queen. I'll take my blindfold now," I warned everybody else, and touched the knot Sohan made before then began to unmake it. Folding it and putting it on my lap, I blinked, getting used to the light again. I heard lots of gasps, probably because most people here have never seen my eyes, they must be mesmerized.

When I go to stand back up to find somewhere to hide, I’m thrown backwards into a tree, hitting my head. I groan and let my vision come to focus. My head begins to throb as I sit up and I notice I am nowhere near the fight. A hooded figure comes to view, I try to stand but stumble from dizziness. The hooded figure gets closer and lets out a horrid screech. I start gasping as a blue wisp starts to come from my parted lips and I feel as if my energy is being drained. Right before darkness consumes me, I see those purple eyes with gold flecks.