Majestic Eye Novels & Stories

Then Kenny changed. Not completely. Not the dramatic Hollywood version I would have imagined if anyone had asked me to imagine it, which no one ever had because this wasn't something people imagined. It was subtler and more terrifying than that. His eyes changed first — deepening to something amber and luminous that had nothing to do with the warm brown I knew. His frame expanded slightly, shoulders broadening, presence intensifying until he filled the room in a way that had nothing to do with physical size. The air around him hummed.

It was ancient. It was an Eye. A single, colossal eye, easily ten miles wide, looked down through the hole in the atmosphere. It wasn't glowing with divine light. It was cold, yellow, and reptilian, with a pupil that looked like a tear in the fabric of reality. The World Eater had arrived. Cain stared up at it, his face rapturous. "Yes... Yes! Look at me! I am your chosen! I am Cain Sterling! Give me the power to rule this world!"

The teal eyes are a dead giveaway as the mark of the goddess Astraea. "I think we can use all the help we can get. Please join us, Aaron. We were just getting ready to eat breakfast before Mav puts us to work with another training session." I look at the large man next to her and swallow. I'm six feet six, but he looks like a giant compared to me. He's not just tall. He's wide and pure muscle. He nods at me, but his expression doesn't change.

Hearing your thoughts and seeing what you can see… What's the difference? I did not reply. I merely showed her what the difference was. In front of Snowie's stunned gaze, I thrust my finger into my right eye and forcibly plucked my eyeball out. Of course, there would not be blood or gore. After all, my right eye was a prosthetic.

"...It's not anything of significance. Please deliver on. What approximately the instructor?" "Isabella and Trisha took your beneficial recommendation and took her via way of means of marvel. Furthermore, it passed off at the same time as she had her glasses off. Although it is viable for human beings to break out the mystic eyes via intellectual resilience, that calls for the main precondition -- being organized ahead. 'I may be going through the mystic eyes, very well, I will listen in the guidance' -- that type of intellectual guidance is needed. Isabella took her via way of means of marvel from the back of the time. No, remember how robust her intellectual will, she might have succumbed.

, Meena told me. His voice sounded distorted, different and menacing. His eyes… were the most daunting yet beautiful thing I have ever seen…his eyes looked diabolical, onyx-like, like obsidian-toned diamonds burning with black magic. Ember veins that usually flared in fire crevices around his eyes were now obsidian cracks. Each fissure etched around his eyes radiated fury that possessed him, promising cataclysm to be caused by his hand to those who caused his rage. Dark shadows mixed with fire blaze were hazily exuding and scrawling over his facial features.

A deep, guttural groan followed, cut off abruptly like someone had yanked the sound straight out of a man’s chest. My eyes flew open. Both my eyelids were swollen nearly shut, lashes sticky with blood and tears, vision reduced to narrow, blurry slits. My head screamed in protest as I strained to focus, every muscle trembling as I forced myself to look. What I saw stole what little breath I had left. Hope exploded in my chest so violently it felt like my ribs might crack open. Standing there, tall, broad shouldered, unyielding and framed by harsh light and chaos, was the most majestic Alpha I had ever seen.

Her soft and pink lips trembled as tears leaked out of her closed eyes. Her eyelashes were long and made her green eyes look breathtakingly beautiful. Now that her eyes were snapped closed, Andreas had the urge to see them again. Those were definitely the most gorgeous green color he had ever seen. It was weird, how he felt something for this little sacrificial lamb of his. She was just a child and yet she was evoking foreign emotions in him. He had never felt this way, before. As soon as he realized what he was here for, he gritted his teeth and pushed his gun against her set skin, brushing it and almost breaking it. He was quick to snap out of his thoughts.

“I'll rip your tongue out, son of a bitch.” Katie growled, but he only reacted by pressing his body even harder against her, which only fueled her need. Her own body was betraying her. “Who the hell are you?” he growled, his voice piercing her skin, giving her goosebumps. He was so close to her that she stared right into her silvery eyes, which were swirling with power; this wasn't normal, even for werewolves; eyes weren't meant to do that.

But it was his eyes that truly held everyone captive. A deep crimson—striking, hypnotic, and inhuman. They weren’t just red; they carried an unfathomable depth, like liquid rubies gleaming under the arena lights. They radiated an air of mystery, a gaze that seemed to see through everything. There was an intensity in them that sent a shiver down the spines of those who dared meet them. And yet, despite their inherent coldness, there was something oddly magnetic about them, drawing people in rather than pushing them away.