Majestic Eye Mga Nobela at Kwento

He keeps on bragging about his god-like face. He has a gorgeous face and what makes him more mesmerizing is his deep ocean blue eyes that could take away your sanity. And I admit, it's really hard to keep your sanity while talking to him. His eyes never fail to bring me to another dimension. And that's, I think, the most exciting part of him.

As his mind buzzed, Alex felt immense pain in his eyes again, and tears could not stop streaming down his face. He heard the old pig’s voice. “Hey, Little Minion. Alex Rockefeller, you aren’t dead yet, right?” Alex gradually came to his senses with tearful eyes. His eyes only became slightly comfortable after a while, but there was silver light gleaming in his eyes. The Mystic Maiden frowned as she asked, “Could it be that the silver light in these eyes is a kind of contagious eye disease?”

Those series of movement was done even before an eye can blink, thats why it created the illusion of not moving. The Great Elder turned his head to look at him. And he was astounded again by the beauty of the middle-aged man. An emerald green eyes partnered by a curly eyelash, pointed nose, and lush lips. If not because of those thick and slanted eyebrows, a menacing aura that seems to be lying in silence, and the lack of a bosom that a girl should possess, his gender would probably be questioned. Any news? said the Great Elder, cutting the chase. Ermans face turned serious too and answered, Ompus wilderness.

Nadia said as she raises her hands as if to surrender. Ich, who has no choice but to do exactly that, nodded. Then, he turned his attention to Alesteria. "Follow closely behind and don't stray away from me." Alesteria nodded and clings to Ich's cloak as she followed behind him, her face still covered and she is slightly lowering her head so that no one can see her blue eyes. They are very uncommon in the empire and only royal blood have such eyes, since their blood are said to be blessed by the gods and their eyes were once used as the god's guide to seeing how the world evolved.

So the fact that she's even more beautiful than she already was before, makes me even angrier. I'm about two heads taller than her now, she has fair skin that looks like snow, long curly and golden hair, a perfect body in the shape of an hourglass to put it simply with that tiny waist of hers. Not to say about the cherry on the cake… her dangerous ruby-red eyes. I had forgotten about them, but now, seeing from where I am, they make her absurdly gorgeous. And it's annoying. And now, this gorgeous creature I hate more than anything, is crying… It makes me sick.

Eye of the Beholder is a threat level 4 monster, it's a being of terror to be exact. In Fantasma a single of this monster able to flat an entire large city in a single night, Eye of Beholder was just a oversized single eye with a thousand tentacle around it. The reason why this is monster so highly feared wasn't because it was physically strong, in fact it was quite weak, but it has a whole arsenal of Curses, status attributes ailment attacks and a whole bunch of magic spells. Certainly due to it's annoying abilities, it was ranked as a disaster level existence.

She just gazed at me, her eyes piercing and unyielding, as if waiting for me to explain or justify my outburst. It was then that I truly saw her eyes, like two rich, velvety brown pools that seemed to hold a depth of emotion and understanding. They were fringed with thick lashes that added to their allure, and their warmth drew me in like a gentle embrace. Her eyes were like melted chocolate, smooth and inviting, with hints of golden light that danced in their depths. They were eyes that seemed to see right through to my soul, and yet, they held a softness that made me feel like I was gazing into a gentle summer breeze.

The sweetness explodes in my mouth, and I savor the flavor. Azrael nods with unbridled enthusiasm, his extraordinary ombré eyes flashing with joy. His eyes, a striking feature he shares with his sister Astria, are truly one-of-a-kind. The ombré effect creates a mesmerizing gradient as if the colors are bending and adapting to the surrounding light.

No wonder Mateo had been so bent and ready to destroy those who had dared harm him. But it wasn’t just his presence that caught my attention. It was his eyes. They weren’t black, and they weren’t brown. They were a strange shade of grey with hints of brown, a mix that made them almost hypnotic. They reminded me of Aaron Pierre’s eyes from the movie; “Mufasa”. Honestly, if there was any way I could keep staring at them, then I’ll gladly do that a million times.

Those eyes were breathtaking. “My my what do we have here?”