Homelander Stare Novels & Stories

Invincible. The man named Alec stared at me. Even though we are a hundred meters apart, I was so sure that he was staring at me. His cold eyes were dark red and his face held no emotion. He looked hard and unforgiving as though he's someone who will never give chance to those who wronged him. "So she really have her face," Alec muttered in a cold gentle voice that shivered down my spine. Before I could comprehend, I lost my track of thoughts when Landon held my hand.

He was the perfect analogy for a sword still sheathed—concealed, yet undeniably lethal. Raising a hand, he smoothed his clothes, his bearing radiating an untouchable, aristocratic nobility. The warmth was utterly extinguished from his eyes, replaced by a stark, indifferent coldness, as if his heart could no longer be touched by earthly affairs. Homer had just opened his eyes. Seeing Landon like that, he tried to speak. Before he could, Landon flicked a hand, and Homer fell back asleep, the moment wiped clean from memory. …

I let them see my smile, the one people in the underworld used to call the executioner’s grin. Then my eyes met Dante’s for one second too long. There was something in his stare. Not doubt or hatred but something sharper. Like he was trying to read ten moves ahead while standing in the middle of a battlefield he hadn’t chosen. I broke the eye contact first. Not because I was weak, but because I refused to let anyone see how much that look still got under my skin. Instead, I turned my head toward Liana. She was already watching me. Of course she was.

Chapter 08: Gaze Third Person POV The three of them glared at him without restraint, their eyes sharp and unyielding. “Did you just warn us?” Draven asked venomously. This son of a bitch really had the nerve to mess with them so openly, as if he did not understand who he was standing in front of. Mr. Landers smirked and slowly began to approach them, his shoes echoing faintly against the classroom floor. “I just did, Mr. Green,” he answered bravely, his tone steady despite the danger written all over their faces.

* He yells through mindlink *Can't you see you are about to harm your mate? Get your shit together Now! * He yells again while Stefan is trying to get out of his grip. *I can't, ok! Every time I see someone I feel this anger boiling inside me and something is telling me they are traitors and then I just want to kill them!* Stefan says sounding hopeless. *Shift back, then we can talk, but know I won't hesitate to take action if you make one wrong move* Landon says and step back allowing them both to shift back to human.

"I'm calling for an ambulance." But then, I heard the wail of a police siren in the distance, followed by cars arriving. They were surrounding the house now. We were going to be okay. Suddenly, I heard Landon groan in pain, and I turned to see him fall, clutching his head, realizing Homer had just struck him with the gun. Homer turned his gaze toward Nathan and me, rage burning in his eyes. He was furious. He knew this was the end for him. Then, the words that came out of his mouth hit me like a ton of bricks. "If I can't have you, no one can!"

That was when my grandma took me to therapy but I was quiet every session so I dropped it. “You can stay as long as you want. I'm sorry.” He pulls me for a hug and I hug him back. I guess a part of me is grateful to have him as a friend. We let go off each other and he wipes a tear i didn't even realise was there. I let go off him and stare at the TV. “I hate Homelander.” I say out of sudden. Homelander is the biggest villain in The Boys. “What? Who's your favourite then?” He's not going to believe me.

“Not war.” “Influence is war,” another snapped back. “Just slower.” “They haven’t crossed our borders.” “Yet.” Arguments rose and fell, voices overlapping, tension thick enough to taste. I stayed seated, listening and watching. Filing away their reactions and hesitations in a part of my mind. Fear made people honest in ways loyalty never did. When Damon finally stood, the room fell silent immediately. Not because he demanded it, but because they expected him to. “We will not be coerced,” he said evenly. “Moon Stone stands independent.”

He did not smile. Behind him, Luna Lina emerged, graceful and serene, her arm slipping into her mate’s with practiced poise. She bowed her head slightly in acknowledgment, but her eyes lingered on me, unreadable. Then came Caden. His gaze found mine instantly, the air tightening like a noose around my throat. For a heartbeat, it felt as though the crowd disappeared, leaving only the weight of his stare. It was not soft, not longing, not even conflicted. It was heavy. Judging. Unforgiving.

Possibly a meter away from the hood of Hunter's car. It looks like a whole person dressed in all-black. Head to toe. Only he's wearing a hat dipped lower to hide his face. I'm not sure how long I'd been staring at it but suddenly, it tipped its head back and stared directly at me. I gasped. Gone is the tingling all over my body, the throbbing and ache persistent within my core. All gone. What in goddess' name is... that? "Nightcrawler," Hunter growls. A deadly glint in his eyes as he glared at this... man I just locked eyes with.