Novel & Cerita Hero Eyes

It just took everything that happened to get here and I would not change a single thing because every single thing led to this room, this man, this daughter, this life. Eyes open. Always, always, eyes open. Clara breathes. Rhys holds my hand. We smile.

I gripped my phone tightly in my hand as my tears began streaming down my face. The comments section erupted in joy at that. "LOL! Randy's the best! He would do anything to protect poor Evie from harm! He's so hot, oh, my God. I'm so happy and satisfied with everything he did!" "He should have done this a whole lot earlier! Cassidy doesn't even know how to behave herself. But now, she can't go abroad anymore and doesn't have a single penny to her name. Tsk, she had no other choice but to slink back and accept her fate now!"

Something in her called to something in me, and now I’m tangled in it whether I want to be or not. She doesn’t trust me yet. Hell, she probably shouldn’t. But when she looked up at me in that bar, eyes wide and scared but still standing her ground, I saw something that damn near stopped me cold. Hope. It’s faint, buried under scars, but it’s there. I don’t know what she’s running from, and I’m not sure I want to. But I do know one thing: whoever put that fear in her eyes better pray I never find them.

she points, her voice tiny. Eros blinks, surprised by her response. The last thing he expected. “What about my eyes?” People have often intimated to him that he has beautiful eyes, but this is the first time his eyes are the cause of such terror. His eyes only scare people when he is angry, and rage is the last thing he is feeling now. “It is purple.” Eros’s heart slams hard against his chest at the blonde’s response. His beast stirred from his slumber to stare through his human eyes, his interest piqued by the girl.

His hair color changed to maroon, and he now has a pair of red-orange orbs. Cordelia is the daughter of Euphrosyne—the goddess of good cheer, joy, and mirth—and Ares—the God of war or the spirit of battle. Having them as parents can explain her unending liveliness and her huge urge to fight. Helios, on the other hand, is the son of Heracles—best known as the strongest of all mortals—and Athena—the goddess of battle and strategies. This explains why Helios has the incredible strength where he could wield and use the heaviest sword that exists. Cordelia's appearance became different than it was before. Her childlike eyes turned into a fierce one, still having her purple orbs. She wears black s

She told him. “I know.” Hierro nodded in agreement. Yuria then left. But, suddenly, she stopped and turned, planning to ask him one more question she just remembered. That is, how exactly the moon goddess would help them in fighting against the witch. She didn’t know that this turn of hers would be the most unforgettable memory of her life, for she saw Hierro, who was now seated on his chair, has eyes that are glowing with silver light and his short hair that was raven-black has now turned silver.

Marcus grabs my waist and pushes me behind him, “Your highness.” He did a bow-like gesture. “What are you doing?” Marcus opens his mouth to say something but doesn’t. “ And do not even think about lying. Your job was to stay hidden and to keep your eyes on her.” The purple eyes slowly faded to gold and Marcus sighed.

Scott and Clint's faces are slowly returning to color. The Lycans lose their aggressive stances, slowly observing the group. They meet each other's gazes before linking again. Unknown- We are Eros and Helios. Named after the god of love and the god of the sun. "The two males you grabbed are Clint and Scott. The women are Simone, Moira, and Lenny," Ethan introduces while pointing to each person. Helios (unknown 2)- we must run.

​The Hive ship didn’t explode into a million pieces. It did something far more terrifying: it shifted its entire molecular structure. The miles of liquid mercury reorganized themselves into a massive, three-eyed face that stared down at the Vane Spire with a cold, analytical, and utterly alien curiosity. It wasn't angry; it was evaluating a mutation it hadn't expected.

Everyone else is calm and collected as if nothing out of the ordinary is going on. I glance back over at the crying infant, her little eyes filled with tears that roll down her fawn-coloured cheeks. It’s the first time I’ve seen her eyes, and I can’t help but feel surprised as I take in their appearance. They’re intense, like pools of lava formed by a dazzling gold around the pupil that bleeds into a vibrant crimson red. As a Goddess, I had expected her to be born with silver eyes like the other Gods, but instead, they are the perfect mix of her mother’s golden eyes and the blood red that once signified Oshmin’s curse.