Hero Eyes Novels & Stories

Ynnah I look forward to this day. The confrontation. But why do I feel like I wasn’t prepared? Instead of courage, fear and apprehension I feel at these times. And seeing Eron in front of me right now is giving me chills to my spine with his cold hazel brown eyes. If you look at him you will see the difference between him and Eros even if they say they are identical twins. They maybe have the same features, but apart from the different colors of their eyes and hair, you can see a mole on the side of Eron's left eye while Eros' is on his nose.

Her eyes widened in horror. “No…” she breathed, stepping closer. “But Lyra is the only one in the pack with red eyes—” She stopped, her face paling. “Don’t tell me Thanos has them too.” My mother nodded gravely. “Frederick tried to hide it from me, but I know the child I gave birth to. I’ve seen it.” Her voice wavered. “Thanos is the one the prophecy speaks of.” Evelyn’s legs gave out beneath her, and she collapsed to the floor in fear.

My eyes widened as I threw my gaze back to myself. Hero slowly withdrew his hand and just stood there, looking at me with a playful smirk in his face. He leisurely moved his mascular arms and folded it across his broad chest. He might have been handsome and perfect match for Alyana if they're not cousins. He was tall and fit, with dark black hair combed expertly away from his well molded face. His eyeglasses were hooked on his shirt.

His Lycan sought for control; his eyes all soulless as black veins snaked on his face. “Hermione, that was brutal. How could you?” Athena screams from behind Helios. My Helios. Mine. Everything else fades away… “Hurt her.” Glinda utters weakly from the ground as Adonis and Ares make to help her. "Noooo." Adonis, Athena and Ares hollers on impulse “I can’t even. I just can’t.” Helios mumbles helplessly, his breath fanning my nose. "Can I kiss you?" I whisper, as my finger subtly caress his cheeks.

I then run my hand down Lucero’s neck to her face as she turns to look at me. “It is time, Aolis. We will prevail.” She says to me. I look at her, then up at Lily. “I know you are strong, I know you were meant to end this war, but you are my mate, and I can’t help but worry about you. Please be safe today.” I watch as Hera pushes forward, a golden glow in Lily’s normally blue eyes, and now there is a silver rim that outlines Hera’s gold. “We will.” She says, but it isn’t just Lily’s voice, or even Lily and Hera’s voice. It’s all three of them, Lily, Hera and Lucero. The silver rim must be Lucero’s.

Helios revelled in the freedom, bounding after rabbits with the energy of a pup. Then, all at once, he stopped mid-stride. I froze with him, confusion flickering—until I caught the scent too. Eris. If we could smell her, then she could smell us, and the last thing we wanted right now was an encounter with her and Jessica. Helios bolted towards home, trying to outpace the situation. For a fleeting moment, I thought we might have been quick enough—until someone slammed into us with full force. Eris struck our chest with her paw, and I snapped my gaze to her. Her eyes were pine green, her coat glowing almost as red as Jessica’s hair in the sunlight. It was immediately clear that Jessica hadn’t

I've never tried it; but in theory I suppose it could work. 'Good, I'll let you know when.' I took the left side, Erys returned and took the right side, Helica fought next to Cerberus. Erys used his air powers and spun enemies in tornadoes until they threw up, then spun them to Cerberus. Helica helped capture the enemies sent to Cerberus and I used my whips to throw Zeus' army into the abyss. "You're not going to win, Zeus! I refuse to be controlled and I have more support than you can manage!" I stopped, staring toward the palace. Someone was in danger! "Helica, take my place! I'm checking the palace!" Helica rushed up to me and I cloaked myself in shadows to fly to the palace. I saw what m

Every meeting, every gathering, he could feel the unspoken challenge in their eyes. Helios, a towering figure with piercing blue eyes and chiseled features, exuded an aura of dominance. His broad shoulders and imposing physique seemed chiseled from granite, radiating a sense of unyielding strength and authority. Yet, beneath his formidable exterior, a complex web of emotions simmered, waiting to erupt. And yet, An Omega, his very own Omega, had completely unraveled him. He wanted to snap at them, to remind them who he was. But the worst part? They were right. Because he was obsessed. And he was losing control.