Mad-eye In Harry Potter Novels & Stories

How pitiful can he be? I corrected myself inwardly, "Wait a minute. I should be the pitiful one. I got dragged back here out of nowhere to be harvested for a kidney. I just wanted to farm in peace. I didn't ask to die with these two brothers!" With that thought, I angrily devoured two big lobsters. I still wanted more food after finishing those. I looked up and saw the whole family staring at me strangely. Oops! I ate too fast. They must have thought I was possessed by a starving ghost.

The old lady sniffed in as her red swollen eyes were welled with tears. "I guess that's enough of a sad story for the day." She patted my arm as she injected the potion into me. "You should rest back as the potion would take effect immediately." And she was right. Within a few seconds, my eyes began to twitch and the last thing I saw before I slept off was the sorrowful face of Madam Turi. LORD SAINTS POV

Wow, what a picturesque view. “What’s with that dude, Cent?” A frown escaped from Matilda’s rotting face. She could almost feel her eye sockets popping with how hard she was staring at the purple-clad wizard a few meters away from them. For Matilda, who was so used to rotting faces and distorted figures, it was difficult for her to differentiate what was beautiful and not. So Matilda was having a hard time distinguishing the purpose of this stalking frenzy that Maleficent pulled her into. She was frowning until then, when something struck into Matilda’s shrinking brain. “Oh my, girlie!”

I just hope whoever he is, he is ready for the most unimaginable curses that are about to befall him for meddling into affairs that aren't his to interfere. I stared at the shards scattered on the floor then at the broken mirror by the vanity. It wasn't no ordinary mirror. I could see my purple eyes starting to change with slight significance that can only be obvious when in extreme close contact with anyone. Fuck! I need my damn potions right now and goddess help me I lay my hands on whosoever did this!

Hades pulled me back onto his chest, my back to his front and held me there. He had this bewildered look on his face as he stared at me through the mirror. Even though I couldn't look away from myself, I actually looked like that in real life, I looked absolutely magical.

At this point, she might be out of her mind. “I am punishing him, Marilla.” Fragor’s eyes were twinkling when she looked back. She demanded feverishly, “Whatever else you want…let him go! Let him go!!!” “I want nothing else. You know why his eyes were not recovering?” “I don’t want to know!” She went for Reign again. “The spells are in his bones. I tore open his flesh and made them inscribed into his skull, ribs, and…” “No! I don’t want to know!”

I'm still able to see sea creatures, and I think it would forever remain like this. Tonight I'm determined to speak to the person who I have been meeting. It's been my dream for weeks now. Just like the previous encounter, the person would always appear in my dream causing the entire surroundings to be cold. The person would stare deeply inside my eyes, and then he would proclaim the word 'MINE!' Mentally. I have prepared myself, for I'm ready not to be lost in his hazel eyes. Seriously! What type of magical hazel eyes is that?

The second spell failed. Completely. The reflection turned to soot. She recoiled, her breathing sharp. “No,” she muttered. “No, no, no. What was that?” Another hand emerged from the shadows of the chamber—one of her familiars. A rotting spirit with hollow eyes and moth-eaten wings. It rasped. “Your scrying is blind, mistress. His magic repels it.” “Then it isn’t his.” She paced, the hem of her midnight cloak dragging across the marble floor. “Something’s inside him. Something old. It moved through the spell like it had teeth.”

He did not walk so much as float, and the closer he got, the more his presence crawled through the car. The air charged with electricity, and I had to tamp down my fear. His eyes were the most unsettling because … eyes should not look like that. Like his robes, his eyes were dark with small universes swirling in slow circles within. My legs went weak. I wanted to ask about them, but I also wanted to live, so I kept my questions to myself. His gaze flickered to the papers held before him. “Another heir from Orbit?” The mage’s voice sounded like a blend of French horn and wind chimes. More discerns that were creepy when put together.

His heart started to glow, the eye soon followed before the entire body glowing beautifully following the color of his eyes. Mad, however, shook his head. “In my world, the unusual eye or hair color was due to the experiments. Like me. My red hair. I love blood.” Hadi visibly gasped, not because he witnessed the red hair – Mad still remained camouflage form – but because he was shocked at his tendency. “I’ll show you my hair later.” Mad coughed. “I’m not shocked about that but the other– anyway, my eye color indicates my cleverness.” He smirked at his own sentence and continued. “And my ability is wind.”