Isaac Cursed Eye Novels & Stories

Curly golden hair and light emerald eyes, pale skin, and a body similar to Rai's both in muscles and height. "You saw what?" He asked shocked. "What's wrong with you? Why did you take that shit off?" Ha, those two are so funny. I had a smirk on when I talked back at him, "You two are so damn funny. Both of you want me dead, just like everybody else. Yes, I can see others dying with my eyes. No, I do not kill them. No, I can't do anything about it. No, it can't be changed. Yes, I don't mind if you all blame me for it. Is that what you want to hear?" They both were speechless while staring back at me. "Look, brothers, I don't mind you hating me and wanting me dead. Really, I don't. But you hav

‘Astrid…what’s wrong? ‘Mate is protecting us,’ she whispers, but she sounds scared. With a rabbeting heartbeat as I call out for Isaac, but he doesn’t answer. The screams echo again, piercing the silence of the night. I manage to stand up, but before I am halfway across the room the door opens. Isaac appears in front of me. He is heaving, and bloody and has taken his half-bestial form. His golden and silver eyes tell me that both his wolves are equally in control. He is in his Enigma form.

I answered her but she's still surprised that I'd know this random scripture. Based in here, this creatures are cursed by the first king itself Henry Velry. A curse spell that's been set upon those who wronged his majesty. Called the divine punishment that all of them feared. A curse for immortality that contains many abilities. At first it was considered a blessing and not a punishment but as the time went by all things had changed. Flesh eating beast that killed tons of human. An organization decided to extinguish each and everyone of them. But failed due to the fact that they were too powerful for them. But instead of backing down they observed on finding out their true weakness that they

"He's our alpha. Our leader. Alphas have the power to turn humans. The rest of us are betas, and you are too, now." "I don't understand," I said shakily. "We're werewolves, Hosanna. And you've gotta keep that a secret, you hear me? I've got some contacts for you to hide your eyes." He plucked a lens out of his eye, revealing a burning gold iris. I gasped, flinching. He laughed at me. "What? Yours look just like mine now. So you've gotta wear these contacts to make them look brown, yeah? If you don't, the police will shoot you."

Ivy’s Vision She stood in a throne room of fire and ash. Atop the throne sat a woman—radiant, terrifying, crowned in shadows and flame. Isla. At her feet knelt two children. One with Ivy’s golden eyes. The other with Killian’s haunting gray. “Choose,” Isla hissed. “One to live. One to die.” Ivy screamed and ran forward—but her feet wouldn’t move. The Isla in the vision stood, walking slowly toward her. “You cannot split what was made as one. There will always be war inside them. Unless…”

His feet moved faster and faster, his hand swinging his partner in a deeper curve as though he had let his partner down only to suddenly pull them back up. He only stopped once the music in his head had stopped moving. His eyes then turned to look at the bottom of the staircase where his left eyes had turned completely purple, unable to turn back to black which was his original eye color. “You are still insane,” spoke the creature standing right in front of him. “But that what makes you fascinating Isaac enough to gain my attention.” “Fascinating?” Isaac chuckled, “I gave you half of my soul, Nezuz, that’s what you wanted isn’t it? That is your real reason to be attracted to me.”

Then I pressed play. Isaac appeared sitting in his gaming chair inside his bedroom. The room looked dim except for the soft blue glow coming from his monitor. His curls were messy like he had been dragging his hands through them repeatedly, and his eyes… God. His eyes looked swollen raw from crying. He kept hiccuping quietly between breaths, shoulders trembling every few seconds while trying to compose himself.

The corresponding curse was known as the Spirit-silencing Curse. People always said that the eyes were the window of one’s soul. Vivian’s soul had been sealed up, which was why there was no light in her eyes. Since it was used to target normal people, this curse was a very low-level curse, and Kayson removed it without any difficulty. Light began to return to Vivian’s eyes as she looked at her grandfather blankly. “G-Grandpa?” Master Gould burst into tears of joy when Vivian called him. “Vivian! My granddaughter!”

"You told me you wanted to try, except that can't happen if I don't know what is really going on and what we're up against." "I'm cursed," Sawyer responded. "That's all you need to know." "I completely doubt that. From these photos, there is a lot I don't know. Like, for instance, how did you get two different coloured eyes? Because the boy I see here has two blue eyes, just like his parents," Waverly stated, pointing to the photos on his bedside table. Sawyer pushed past her and sat down on his bed, untying his shoes. "It was an accident during a fight. My eye got hit and it damaged the retina. Anything else or is the interrogation over with?"

I mutter through clenched teeth. Elora’s head tilts slightly, violet eyes narrowing. Her demeanor shifts, a subtle change that I barely detect in time. “To break the curse, you must do more than complete tasks and collect…objects.” “What do you want?” I snap, repeating myself. “Dearest Ezra,” Elora’s fingers skim along my jawline, nails scratching at the scruff. “It’s simple, really. You must get the princess to fall in love with you—truly and deeply in love.”