God Eyes Novels & Stories

I feel light touch, I open my eyes, and to my surprise, I see my hands, I start to panic, What's going on? I see someone approaching me, a man with rich grey hair, he stops in front of me and snaps his fingers, my eyes widen "Father?", he smiles at me, my eyes gather tears and I hug him "Oh father, I was so scared, I thought I lost you" tears freely flow down my face, I use my hand to wipe the tears, I wear a bright smile " I can see your face, isn't that great! I don't know what's happening" He touches my face and kisses me on my forehead, suddenly everything becomes blurry "What's this?, why can't I see you anymore?" I stretch my hands "Father!, father!" I cried out "Father!...."

he spoke. “It’s the Goddess” I smiled at him. I grabbed hold of his hand and the energy, the power, the sparks, they filtered through my fingers, I could feel them seeping into him. He hissed and bent his head back, lifting his eyes to the sky. After a moment he looked back at me. Only this time, his eyes were glowing a bright silver. They have done this before, during the war with the hunters. He’s accessing the power of the Goddess. Through me. He told me once that when I tap into my powers, my eyes glow yellow. When he taps into my powers his eyes glow silver.

It was the beginning of something new. I was no longer someone’s wife or shadow. I was the Godmother of the mafia families, Xavier’s mother, Kane’s beloved, and most importantly, I was myself. A year later, in a port city in Eustona, someone spotted a familiar figure. The man was ragged, limping on one leg. When he looked up, his face was covered in scars and humiliation. It was James. He saw me and instantly looked away in terror, ducking into the crowd like a rat scurrying across the street.

She spun and ran. Inside, Dorian and Kai had just reached Elias when Kairis burst in, panting. “It’s The Eye.” Lucian’s head snapped toward her. “What?” Kairis’s voice was grim. “The Eye… He’s been unsealed.” “The Eye of What?” Dorian frowned, confused. “Some ancient relic? A weapon?” Kairis shook her head. “No. Not a weapon. Not a being. The Eye was a god. A brutal, sadistic god. Not even bound by any order—neither Void nor Light. He devoured realms for sport. He watched creation burn and called it beauty.”

She notices something moving in the pressbox across from them, noticing figures occupy it. Theo catches her eye from inside, standing beside a giant man, with eyes as stern and stormy as his. They're an intense blue just like a ghost of Theo's. His hairs long and white with a golden crown pushing it away from his face. He's a hulk of a man. She feels the weight of those eyes when they cut to her, feeling intense pressure. The shivers are back and nearly make her crumble. She sees another god standing to the left of him and feels Damon stiffen next to her. She notices he's watching the figure beside who she knows to be Zeus and Theo.

Gabrielle walked before the Goddess, who placed her hands on her shoulders, then blew gracefully on my best friend's face as her godly eyes turned completely golden. A strong energy enveloped my friend, and Gabrielle coughed. “What was that?” Marco asked before holding his mother, who was still coughing. “I have given you strength, more strength than you already have,” said the Goddess with amusement. “And I will give you more vision.” Marco frowned, and the Goddess sprinkled divine dust on his eyes. Marco began to rub his eyes vigorously, as if his eyes were very itchy. My grandfather was not only intrigued, he seemed truly enthralled by the situation, and I didn't even know how to react.

GABRIEL P. O. V In the inky darkness of the night, I was in the presence of the God of Death. An all-black outfit clung to his body, and it covered his face with a hideous skull mask. There was no ambient illumination, save for the dim light emanating from the God of Death's fiery red eyes. With steady steps, I faced the God of Death, my heart pounding. “Oh, God of Death, I am willing to give my life as a sacrifice. If you return Grace to me,” I said in a trembling voice, my eyes full of hope.

And I hadn't expected what was in front of me when I stepped into the foyer of my male's door. In front of me stood a God. He had a Mohican cut but his hair was short and scythe-shaped eyebrows. His Roman nose and half-dome cheekbones sat above an oaken jaw. His stance is that of a tiger, and the power oozing from him had my legs tremble. And now staring into His nomad-blue eyes that twinkle as they fall on me, Goddess I feel lucky. For this male is mine, all mine.

The psychopathic lord wailed, blinking eccentrically as his vision slowly rose from the darkness. The lord of hell gritted his teeth as a deep and throbbing pain exploded from behind his eyes, a strange oily green splitting across his vision; along with a sickly yellow; the colours causing his gut to churn in disgust. What the fuck was this? He growled within his mind, continuing to blink at a rapid pace as he shook his head. Attempting to push away the sickly unnatural colours. Darkous gasped lightly when they began to fade, slowly soaking into the metal implants that his father had forced upon him.

Nehmetawy tells me simply, the six other Gods and Goddesses nodding their head in agreement. “My eyes?” A dumbfounded look appears on my face. They can’t seriously think I am their savior just because of my eyes. A lot of beings have blue colored eyes, mine are nothing special. I know plenty of other wolves whose eyes flash blue when they’re angry. My mother being one of them. “Yes, your eyes.” Isis says again, as if that answers everything. “Well, what about my eyes?” Panic starts to set in within me. I don’t want to be their savior. This is already too much for me without adding the extra pressure of saving Gods and bringing about peace.