King Eye Novels & Stories

He was tall, much taller than any man I had ever seen, and his shoulders were so broad that they seemed to fill the doorway, and his dark hair fell across his forehead in waves that looked like spilled ink, and his jaw was so sharp it could have been carved from stone. But it was his eyes that stopped my heart, because they were gold, burning gold, like the sun had been trapped inside his skull and was trying to escape, and when those eyes swept across the room, every noble bowed their head because even the bravest among them could not meet the king's gaze.

By the time the last one arrived, she was already flushed, biting her lip and whispering how she wouldn’t mind having every one of those Alphas take turns burying their cocks deep inside her until she couldn’t remember her own name. Within thirty minutes, every Alpha had arrived, except one. Alpha Kyron of the Three-Eyed Brothers Pack, from the Northern Territory. Not much was known about him, only that people spoke his name in whispers. They said he was cursed…that he had three eyes, just like his pack’s name claimed, the third one resting at the back of his head. Terrifying, if you thought about it long enough.

‘Just end it quickly, please…’ he mentally begged. Jayden gave him a gentle slap on his left cheek, “look at me!” he ordered, “look at me when I’m fucking your mouth, Jeremiah, think only me! Not anyone else, remember that!” The king ordered it as his eyes slowly turned yellow. The poor soulmate looked at his eyes with fear. ‘What a menacing eyes…’ Jeremiah thought, ‘Is his inner alpha wolf suddenly awakened?’ Jayden felt he was in trance; he then held Jeremiah’s head with his hand and suddenly increased his pace.

He felt a deep sense of gratitude and reverence for his father's foresight in leaving him such invaluable teachings. Among the teachings was a technique known as the "Third Eye." It intrigued Danial, and he decided to delve deeper into its intricacies. The Third Eye, as described in the documents, was a unique ability that could be activated using the technique. Once awakened, it would grant him the extraordinary ability to assess a person's medical condition with a single glance.

Werewolves blocked their eyes to avoid getting blind. As quickly as it came, it disappeared. The ceremony had officially begun, but my eyes remained on Kaine’s. His glowing form. Because I didn’t believe in their act, since the fake prophecy in the temple, I forgot that they had divinity. And they looked so otherworldly as their skin glowed a low bright light. When he turned his eyes were silver in color then he walked past me. His eyes flicked a glance my way this time. Once. Just once. Very abrupt and short.

My jaw drops, how did this man diss Alejandro and still be able to stand there, alive? Alejandro clenches his jaw hard, I can feel the tension in the room from the mere silence. Elijah finally turns around to see me, once our eyes meet, I'm instantly drawn to his gorgeous orbs. I've never seen eyes so beautiful... it's a glimmering hazel with gold specs surrounding the outer layer of the pupil while the outer rim of the iris is outlined with a light green. It reminds me of forest fairies, adding such mystical and magical elements. This reminds me of how only one other person was able to mesmerize me with their eyes like this was Alej—never mind that.

I rushed to apologize. Where had my self-preservation gone? How could I dare raise my voice at the Alpha King after accusing him of being a defiler? “That’s the longest you have ever looked me in the eye.” His thunderous expression cleared up as his brows creased. “W – What?” I glanced at him before turning to a spot near his head. Looking an Alpha in the eye was no easy feat as an Alpha’s eyes were a mirror of their power. Killian, of course, being the most powerful Alpha in the kingdom was especially harder to look in the eye.

Kalaril was rooted to the spot, unable to go any further. Another liquid started rolling down her eyes, but it wasn't tears. It was blood. Did the Demon King, perhaps, want her sight? She cried painfully, still chanting. Her eyes hurt. Her ears hurt. She couldn't even breath properly. Suddenly, she felt a shift. She was able to open her eyes, and when she did, her breath hitched. Keegan was staring at her. His silver eyes - those rare captivating orbs - open and fixed on her. A gasp rippled through her. She froze, her heart leaping into her throat. Her bloody eyes stretched in shock.

Perhaps he knew that he was in the wrong, for he didn't avoid the glass at all. Instead, he chose to face my rage head-on. As such, his forehead began bleeding after the glass crashed into his head.

The kind that says I see you and I am glad and this is everything and I will not make it weird. When she pulls back her eyes are doing something. "Do not," I say. "I am not doing anything," she says. "Your eyes are doing something," I say. "They are fine," she says, blinking rapidly. "Completely fine. Dust." "Hackney dust." "Notorious for it," she says.