God's Eyes Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

Hecate nods, and cuts her palm on the scythe and adds her own blood to the lines. “This deal, if broken will end my reign over chaos, passing it to Hecate who has witnessed the deal.” Eliza is stunned, “I keep the other stuff, but the chaos will be hers.” Eliza nods, “I can’t give my Godhood to you, but I can give it to another God.” She sighs and leans back as Serena enters the room and starts, “Oh, for fucks sake, more Gods?” She brings the scanner to the bed and Ash moves so she can work. “Hecate and Sol earlier, now Hecate and an Egyptian… what are you, a dog?” Set grimaces,

He didn't say anything at first; he just sort of leaned in and displayed those incredible eyes, and I definitely saw the dark iris in his eye. Yes, this guy, but not any ordinary guy. There was something strange, like extremely strange, in the way he was staring at me. He simply nodded and remained silent, giving a little smile as if he completely understood. I tilted my head and eyed him. “What’s your deal?” The man shrugged and eyed me up and down as if checking me out as well. "Just passing through," he said, kinda difficult to hear him over the music. “Saw you. Thought you might be fun.”

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.

The only other thing that felt as ridiculous as that to me was when Jordan told me, "Josie needs a pair of eyes. Why won't you help her, Hazel?" "Why do you need my corneas for this? What makes her deserve this?" His expression turned ugly when he saw that I was mad. "She doesn't have friends or family, and she's lost her vision at such a young age. What do you expect her to do?" His tone had softened. "You're not the same as her, Hazel. You have me—I'll be your eyes. I'll hire someone to care for you and never leave you." It was mocking to me how serious he looked. "So, her vision matters, but mine doesn't?"

Only a narrow gap remained between two fingers, through which his monstrous eyes—those of a creature of darkness—were visible. Nocturnus’s eyes were black abysses, without pupils. The darkness emanating from his gaze was palpable, a force that seemed to drain the vital essence of everything around him. As he laughed, the sound was a horrid echo reverberating through the air, laden with malice and sadistic pleasure. “The Hybrid is mine, warrior of the moon,” the God bellowed, pointing a finger in my direction. “You are the only intruder in this domain.”

Marcus stared at me immediately. There were flashes of shock, fear, and uneasiness in his eyes. I forced out a smile. "You know what I'm like. I've never lied to you. Besides, I don't know how to act. After all, you of all people know how tiring it is to put up an act, right?" Marcus didn't doubt me at all. He believed every word I said, just like how I once believed he'd remain loyal to me forever.

"That's impossible Alpha, My father was a werewolf not an Hybrid." "Cali, you glow in your sleep and sometimes you chant spells. And when you wake up the following morning, you have no idea of the previous night." I stared at him in disbelief. He motioned for Gamma Lou and he withdrew from the door. He pulled out a phone from his pocket and handed it over to me. There was a video on the screen. I hit play and the video started. I was the one in the video sleeping but my mouth was moving, my body was also levitating and I was glowing. My body was glowing this bright blue colour, brighter than my eyes and towards the end of the video fire started going off in the room but nothing was burning.

Greg, his own eyes reflecting a storm of emotions, met Nora's gaze across the space. "What a story," Angelina finally broke the spell, her voice filling the room like a warm wave. But the words, while meant to acknowledge the depth of Greg's revelation, felt hollow in the charged air. The story, once a carefully crafted narrative, now lay bare, its raw edges exposed for all to see.

Blakeney yelled. Oliver slowly opened his eyes and flinched as he saw his body engulfed in blue flames. He stared at his hands as if seeing them for the first time. The god within James took over again. “Use all of your anger, descendant of Hephaestus!” Authority dripped from every word. “Focus all of your being on your hands and force the fire to obey your will!” Oliver closed his eyes and breathed deeply, jaw clenched in concentration. The flame-covered hands began to tremble with exertion, but slowly the fire licked up from his feet, his legs, his stomach, and fused purposely on his chest and arms.