Hero Eyes 소설 & 이야기

God. Eron doesn't remember how many bones she broke, she can't even remember how painful it was when many body parts were almost ripped off, when her heart and internal organs were broken. dragged out, she also forgot how it felt like her right eye was pierced by two cold fingers and pulled out. What remains in that series of horrifying memories is a sincere apology from Juventus before death, a faint silhouette of that person with silver-blue hair and a face as gentle as the morning sun. small.

His face contort, and he turn to the other boys who are feeling the same thing. “What’s going on? Is there a tornado or something?” he jokes stepping back with a nervous chuckle. Heather smirks and raise her hand about to finish him off but at the same time, her eyes start to glow and Leonidas jumps right in front of her. She halt in her action and stare at him, the wind also stop, but her eyes still remain emerald. “What are you doing?” Heather ask, upset he’s intruding. Leo stare at her for a second before pointing out. “Your eyes are glowing” he told her

"Hey…" I heard his soothing voice as he gently took my hands, which were still covering my tear-streaked face. I remained hunched over, tears flowing silently. I waited for him to speak, my breath hitching with anticipation, as he continued to hold my hands. Slowly, I allowed myself to look at him through my blurry vision. His eyes, up close, held a tenderness that contrasted sharply with the turmoil in my heart. His eyes were unique, bearing no resemblance to Ares. They were deep and soulful, framed by thick eyebrows and long eyelashes that matched the intensity of his gaze.

This is Catherine, your new lawyer. — Fresh meat, how wonderful. The sharks are hungry. - He finished the sentence with a sigh while taking off his sunglasses and looking Catherine up and down as if he was really looking at a piece of meat. He then put the glasses in his pocket and walked towards the glass door that made a clicking sound. Being on the side of the table where the secretaries were, Catherine could see that Victoria had probably moved to press a button. She then looked back at the door and noticed that Miguel was holding it open. - Shall we go?"

Marcus was worried that I might die anytime soon, whereas I was worried that he might stay alive for far too long. Before the plane took off, I dug out my phone and texted my best friend, Lucy Everdeen. "You can start the plan now." Lucy was my only friend who witnessed the difficult challenges Marcus and I had faced throughout our relationship. That was why she desired to avenge me the most when she found out that I had been hurt by the Lamberts and Sylvia. Her presence gave me the courage and reassurance to deal with the Lamberts once and for all. Once Marcus and I reached Margonia, I confiscated Marcus' phone using the excuse that I did not want to be disturbed by others. Then, I dragged

We both jumped as sparks jumped between us. “Fuck,” she whispered, staring at our hands, before looking back up and meeting my eyes. Artemis was forward. “Ava,” I whispered. “Artemis’ eyes are completely golden.” She grabbed her phone, flipping on her front facing camera to take a look. “Oh that’s weird,” she exclaimed, before pushing Artemis back to see her own eyes. Her own eyes were now green with a gold ring around the irises. She looked up and met Alpha Jacob’s eyes, who immediately bowed his head. “My Queen,” he whispered.

Its fingers gripped the edge of the sky. The world shook. Buildings collapsed. People screamed. Maria stumbled outside just in time to see it. “It’s coming through!” she yelled. Morrow rose slowly from the rooftop, bleeding light. Her face was no longer unsure. It was determined. She flew straight toward the creature’s giant eye. Helios joined her, flames burning brighter than ever. Orion summoned the entire ocean behind him. All three attacked at once. Fire. Water. Light. They struck the creature together. The eye flared angrily.

And if he thought she could provide him with the information he needed, who was I to stop him? Aeon’s mother, Alpha Argon’s Luna, was beheaded by a self-proclaimed Rogue Alpha of the South. And ever since the day she died, Argon hasn’t stopped looking for him. He wanted his head and he made sure Aeon had the same goal. And although Aeon was acting a bit strange, I couldn’t totally read him. That’s the fucking annoying thing about Alphas, you can’t easily read their emotions. What they show might be different from what they think and feel.

Squirming slightly, he saw that a scaly tail emerged from her back, it was beautiful but also dangerous, for her scales gave her the appearance of being extremely resistant. The drop that spilled the glass were her eyes and horns. Two horns emerged from the hundreds of her, one on each side of her, and extended towards the back of her head. His father had told him stories about evil horned beings, but what he felt when he looked at Ingrid was not fear, but that he was in awe. But what he would never forget would be his eyes. Vertical pupils against a blue background, they had a faint glow that could easily make anyone think that his eyes were capable of seeing everything, even capable of see

Alaric stood at the edge of the field, arms crossed. His gaze swept over every pair of fighters with cold precision. When he wasn't speaking, his entire presence radiated the kind of Alpha dominance that made everyone tense on instinct. This was Alaric. The hero of the entire werewolf world. The legendary Alpha who'd risen to godlike status in the Vampire War. Every pack revered him. Every enemy retreated at the sound of his name. But my second look landed on his arm. Alaric wore a long-sleeved training shirt. When he raised his right hand to adjust a warrior's stance, his sleeve shifted slightly, revealing a small patch of skin on the inside of his forearm.