God Of Eyes Novels & Stories

“If you ask them about it, you will have to tell them about seeing me. If you do that, I swear they will pack everything up and move. Meaning you will not see me for a while.” As he finished speaking, I noticed his eyes had gone bright red and you didn't hear the owls anymore. “I’ve always trusted you more than my parents so why would I ask them, since you have already said they have been lying to me.” When I looked away from Marcus, I noticed there were about 7 pairs of vibrant colored eyes surrounding us. Slowly another set appeared but were purple with gold specks.

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.

His skin was grey, covered in a thick layer of dust and dried gore. But his eyes... they were open. And they were glowing a fierce, predatory gold. He was using his bare teeth to gnaw on a piece of obsidian, trying to widen the gap. When he saw me, he froze. The golden light in his eyes flickered, and for a second, the man returned. The "God of War" looked at me through the crack in the rocks, and a single, crystalline tear tracked through the dust on his cheek. "Elara," he croaked, the sound like two stones grinding together.

His jaw was sharp, like it had been carved with purpose. He didn’t look like someone who had spent the last ten years in exile. He looked like someone who’d spent the years in a refined military. His entire being was otherworldly—but his eyes... Goddess, his eyes. They were grey, like winter clouds shadowed with something darker. They held violence restrained by sheer will. Like he saw everyone—and measured them in the same moment. And found them lacking. I took a step back, breath hitching. He was… too different. And different was dangerous.

“I'll rip your tongue out, son of a bitch.” Katie growled, but he only reacted by pressing his body even harder against her, which only fueled her need. Her own body was betraying her. “Who the hell are you?” he growled, his voice piercing her skin, giving her goosebumps. He was so close to her that she stared right into her silvery eyes, which were swirling with power; this wasn't normal, even for werewolves; eyes weren't meant to do that.

He turned to the woman and saw her forehead, the place where Ayja's third eye resided. He reached his hand towards Cecilia's forehead, trying to call the eye to his hand. "AH! GAAAAH!” Of course, Cecilia felt pain. Her third eye opened, and shone brightly, protecting her. Thus, the pain stopped. “As expected, I still can't take it… That eye rejects me, even though I have its pair,” murmured the Great God, slowly taking out a golden-irised ​​eyeball in his right hand. Cecilia took a deep breath—gasping for air after feeling the excruciating pain in her forehead. She couldn't understand. She really couldn't understand what this majestic figure in front of her was thinking.

It felt like an eternity had passed when I looked up again. Tristan stood before me, disheveled, eyes hollow with dark circles beneath. His stubble shadowed his face, giving him an edge of desperation. Clutching the broken pieces of our drawing, he trembled. "It's alright. We can make another one. I'll fix it." With a shaky, childlike eagerness, he held out a small amulet in both hands as if it were a trophy he'd won. "Look, Emily," he said, his voice strained, almost pleading. "I got another amulet for you."

Thane said. She nodded. "The eye of Acheron was like a legend to us. It was a gift from the Mother God and they said that it possessed immense power. Once we enter Tartarus, everyone will know that you have them, including my brother, Zuriel. Either your eyes will save us or it will get us killed." Thane didn't answer. Elisia saw the others were confused by what she said. "Have you discovered your eyes' powers aside from showing others the punishment of their sins?" She asked Thane.

My eyes grew large as I watched the bugs flew out, forming a great flock before they swarmed on Sean, Patrick, and his wife. My heart skipped beats for a moment as I watched the bugs covered their bodies. And before I could draw in a deep breath, the soldier shot another barrel. In agile moves, he then crawled out of the place. A loud explosion then followed, turning the entire scene to black.

Jayden growled. “I will find her before you will, she will be mine!” he growled and disappeared before Gage could grab him. “So, what happened to her, where is she?” Gage asked. “She has been sent back to the past, she will not remember anything that has happened, she doesn’t know who we are. Her powers are bound until the wars break out again." Jayden said. “Gray Eyes has been rebound.” He said before disappearing into the darkness with the other vampires, until another war breaks out every supernatural realm would live in peace, Gray Eyes would remain asleep until she is needed again, wars always happen, how long would it last this time?