Hydra Eyes Violated Hero Novels & Stories

The curly blonde-haired girl, on the other hand, was just confused as she sized me up with her eyes. My eyes were locked on the handsome Alpha prince, so sexy and domineering with his Alpha aura filling the air. He had that bad boy enticing appearance that most ladies would love and his dreamy hazel eyes cute, but right there, I knew he wasn't for me. His eyes were brimming with disgust and anger as they gawked at me even with my mate scent.

They were shuffles and struggles before teenage boys were bundled out of the hole in heavy chains. "We have delivered you victory, you promised the Alpha..." A black eyed man spoke. "And I will deliver, Hermes! That's the only reason for the tattletale in the sky. I bet he is making his way here as we speak!" Krystal said busy taking down the numbers. Seeing prospects for powerful warriors his satisfaction peaked. But one shot it sky high. A blue eyed boy staring back at him in malice, his eyes spearheads of hate and anger. Pent up energy just the one he was looking for.

"Hey bitch. I could kill him here, but my boss would not like that. So what do you say? Will you watch me kill him or will you watch Payne kill him?" Ajax managed to choke out the words. " Guin. Run!" "That's not an option." She said fiercely as she came behind Hector who for a few minutes had carelessly forgotten that she was free. With his hands still snapping life out of Ajax, he turned his head to look at her and that was when she struck. Her little pen found its target, his eyes. Hector yelled in horror and rage. "My eyes." He cried, his hands left Ajax to clutch the pen bleeding out his right eye.

Locked in that gaze it had its lips like curtains drawn back to expose those saliva covered fangs, the moonlight effortlessly reflecting off them. "Danté..." she tried again, this made it lower it slips, but its eyes still wicked and its body pose clearly ready to attack. "Is it really you?" She asked backing slowly. A small sense of sanity returned to him, she saw it in the way he lifted his head, then its claw came up to touch his chest, over his heart, the indication was clear, he remembers how she tore it out and fury returned when he lowered his ears. "Danté! I told you I'm sorry!"

He calms her and helps her to go back to her queen. Hydra was taking a bath when Leonor came. Valdemar pushed her inside her room. "Everything will be okay" he murmured and kiss her forehead. Little did they know, Hydra saw them with her eyes on the back of her head. A white thin cloth that serves as the shower curtain shows it all. "Whore!" She whispered after placing her feet on the bathtub. "Leonor, is that you? Come here, help me comb my hair!" She called her servant coldly.

She turned slightly. Put her hand against his jaw. The cut had healed. Just a faint line now, barely visible, already becoming part of his face’s history. She looked at him. At the dark eyes with something in them that was grief and gratitude simultaneously, the specific combination she’d learned was what it looked like when Ryder Holt felt something he hadn’t prepared for. “You gave him that,” she said quietly. “The resolution he believed in.” He looked at her. “We,” he said. She shook her head. “You. I helped at the edges.”

She'd decayed too far to hold anything larger. Her body was covered in scars. Every one corresponded to a fight from the wolf pits. Old wounds layered over new, so dense there was almost no undamaged fur left. But her eyes were open. Amber pupils, bright—so bright—in the moonlight. Alaric sat beside the stone wall. He didn't shift. He wasn't sure his wolf could shift back. He just reached out and placed his hand on the top of my head. My fur was coarse and thin. Underneath, nothing but the ridged texture of scar tissue. His fingers traced slowly from the top of my head downward. Very gently.

When I go to stand back up to find somewhere to hide, I’m thrown backwards into a tree, hitting my head. I groan and let my vision come to focus. My head begins to throb as I sit up and I notice I am nowhere near the fight. A hooded figure comes to view, I try to stand but stumble from dizziness. The hooded figure gets closer and lets out a horrid screech. I start gasping as a blue wisp starts to come from my parted lips and I feel as if my energy is being drained. Right before darkness consumes me, I see those purple eyes with gold flecks.

Her blonde hair was matted with blood and her lips were swollen and bruised. I turned my gaze to her nose and it was broken, that was Arya’s signature. She clearly had a lot of energy in her seeing as she was still kicking and spitting. Stubborn captives weren’t my favorite. The other was a red-haired man with his face pressed to the ground. That one didn’t put on any fight, most likely because he was beaten into submission or because Alaric sat on his back, pinning him still. “I hate witches,” my wolf growled at me and I pushed him back before he forced me to do something I didn’t want to.

That same day, everything came rushing back to him. He remembered Zekiel’s relentless search for the woman he had spent one night with at the very hotel they were now in—and how his son, Zayne, who looked exactly like him, suddenly appeared. He Immediately recalled Zayne’s unusual eye color—gray, just like that woman’s. But when they met again, her eyes were different. Hero had been suspicious since that day, especially after seeing her reaction upon meeting Zekiel’s parents. Having interacted with many people, Hero could easily distinguish genuine expressions from fake ones. What he saw in Claire was real shock and unease—enough to raise his suspicions.