May The Eyes Of Cowards Never Sleep Novels & Stories

A visible tremor ran through my frame, and for a fleeting second, a raw, unguarded guilt flickered in my shadowed eyes. Ryder’s silver eyes burned with an incandescent fury. “Did you fight with her, you spineless bastard? Or did you just slink away in the dead of night like a fucking coward, leaving her to wake up alone in that bed?” The accusation hung heavy in the air, the stark truth of my cowardly departure a bitter, indigestible pill.

I whispered softly, hugging my knees. Yet my body trembled violently. I shut my eyes, hoping for sleep, but each time my eyelids closed I saw chains, blood, and the lustful stares of the outcast wolves who had wanted to tear me apart. I let out a small cry and opened my eyes again. No, I wasn’t ready to sleep.

"Open your eyes and see." With a flourish, she flung the curtains wide. Beyond the window, the world was a wasteland - jagged shadows and crimson light, the ground crawling with zombie werewolves, their flesh hanging in tatters, their howls splitting the night. "My army is unleashed," she crowed, her voice dripping with pride. "These vicious warriors rampage through the Kingdom, killing everything in their path. Their blood fuels my power. And you, poor Luciana, will melt into your own veins, my proudest sacrifice. I'll find you in every life, and this game will always end with my victory. What makes you think this time is different?"

CHAPTER 17 TRUTH WARNING! THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS LIGHT (SEXUAL, SUICIDAL, DANGEROUS, EXPLICIT) SCENES AND WORDS NOT SUITABLE FOR PEOPLE BELOW 18 YEARS OLD. READ AT YOUR OWN RISKS! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! She closed her eyes and gradually fell back to the endless dark abyss, her consciousness slipping away from reality as she fell asleep with tears in her eyes. ….. Arriving at the territory’s wide spacious land that the warriors usually hold their training, all kinds of stares were directed at them, especially when they arrived laughing at each other, looking like some cute newlywed couple goofing around.

The eye whispered softly: “If coexistence survives…” The fracture widened further. “…then we must escalate.” And slowly— A second eye opened inside the void.

Iris asked amidst coughing, pointing to the body, and there, on the floor, the following words were displayed in bold letters. ‘AN EYE FOR AN EYE’.

Each pair of eyes reflected a profound strength, a silent testament to the indomitable spirit that burned within. With a voice that resonated like thunder, Zavier declared, "We shall go on a journey that transcends mere survival." His words hung in the air, heavy with determination and a hint of mystery. The room fell silent, every eye fixed upon him, captivated by his commanding presence. In that moment, a palpable energy filled the room, as if the very atmosphere had shifted to accommodate the weight of his words In the vast expanse of untamed wilderness, where the winds whispered secrets and the moon cast its ethereal glow, a noble quest was about to unfold.

Marcus stared at me immediately. There were flashes of shock, fear, and uneasiness in his eyes. I forced out a smile. "You know what I'm like. I've never lied to you. Besides, I don't know how to act. After all, you of all people know how tiring it is to put up an act, right?" Marcus didn't doubt me at all. He believed every word I said, just like how I once believed he'd remain loyal to me forever.

She closes her eyes as she hears the song of the siren warning and telling them of the Mistress plan as it echoes through the wind, with the song that rings the symphony with the words. “Wolves asleep amidst the trees, bats all are swaying in the breeze, but one soul lies anxious wide awake. With its fear of all manner of ghouls, hags, and wraiths. For your puppet, perfection, white and sleep has flown. Be warry and up to your guard for the fear that surrounds and along. For the witch whose heart is an utter cold, will curse you, truth be told. She comes she'll go leave naught behind, but curses and bolds. Deep, dark forest, birds are silent for the night. Cows turned in as daylight dies, bu

"Nävihzirelahell'evezinä zilonä riyaamänä, lolanonjönäre laziso kenäsolorenägrü. Vesovehe zilonä grülahell'ekunäjö, Nänontevalamelozinänon lazi." ("Glory to the light, I prithee thee speak. Protect young lads, to their apathetic foe." "Extricate the foe, hinder its beshrew. Assay the wicked, enlighten it.") I peruse, peruse with my trembling hands. Besmirch with the frog's words. Yet, enlighten his eyes to not be blind. Merry entwined.