Monster With Eyeballs In Hands Novels & Stories

There are hints of black veins crawling under his skin. Just like what I saw from Mellon. Is that what Mellon was talking about? Sucking air and yelped when Eric suddenly grabbed my hand and harshly pulled me close. "Sir!" I screamed, gripping his suit. My eyes were wide, looking at him, and I forgot to breathe. His eyes. I saw a glimpse of its monster before it changed back to its normal visage. "Eric?" Hoping that he would come back, I crossed my fingers. Thankfully, he blinked those monstrous eyes away and shook his head to game back his sanity.

no. "Open your eyes and look at what I am!" he roared. I slowly lifted my head, squinting through the tears. He was halfway there. His ears were pointed and tufted with dark fur, his jaw was elongated, and his teeth... they were long, ivory daggers. But it was the eyes that killed me. They weren't blue anymore. They were a vivid, glowing crimson, like pools of fresh blood. I wanted to faint. I wanted the floor to open up and swallow me. I was staring at a monster, a literal nightmare, and I was just a girl who knew nothing about any of this.

Its enormous webbed hands clenched the muck, pulling its bloated body through the floodwater with sickening slurps. Lightning forked overhead, illuminating the monster in stark detail. Its bloated throat expanded like a bellows, glowing faintly green as foul gas hissed from its nostrils. Two bulbous eyes, the color of rotting moss, rolled grotesquely as they locked on the figures in its path. Junie’s stomach twisted. Even from where she stood beside Rio, she could feel the weight of its presence pressing on her chest. Rio wiped blood from his jaw, his golden eyes hard. “That thing is big enough to level the house if it gets too close.”

she said, thrusting her chin in the air. My hands snaked around her throat and she gasped in alarm as I cut off her air supply. Her face reddened as she struggled, her nails scratching at my arm, her pretty mouth open in shock, but I do not relent in my grip. Instead, the monster in me urged me to press harder. How would her eyes look when they were drained of life? Will they still be as pretty? Maybe I could carve them out and preserve them.

Her now silver hair cascaded down her back as eyes unnaturally bright, green eyes gazed on the beast before her. "There you are," she bubbled sweetly, though her voice was cold as ice. Lifting her hand-a small one with long fingers adorned with rings containing dark-colored stones-she moved closer to the beast. "My child. Has the deed been done? The eyes of molten gold softened at her touch, and the monster lowered its great head to nuzzle her palm as if it were some kind of docile pet. Its size and ferocity forgotten, it melted under her hand, the earlier hostility now a haze of memory.

I jumped out of bed in pain, and in that instant, I saw me in the mirror next to the bed. A monster with wolf hair on its face, huge wolf claws in its hands, 8 inches long, gray nails as sharp as a scimitar, and a slender waist arched painfully, as if something was about to pop out of its back. Its face was deformed by the growth of teeth, its mouth was open in pain, and its siliver eyes filled with tears. Its bare skin was covered with blood from her face and hands. It looks like a ugly, digusting, cursed, and nightmarish monster.

The thumb was pointed upward, while the others were pointing downward. There was a bridge formed by the index and ring fingers touching on the posterior part, and the fingers flexed and formed a bridge. Having been expelled from the state of immobility, the monster went into an attack mode. The fact that it was pierced in the heart didn't seem to affect it at all as if it was kept alive by only ice. As it did with its tail, it swung its large foreleg in an attempt to smash her aside. [Side Step] As the giant swung, she teleported right behind him. she opened her eyes, a thin film of cryo mana formed around her. The pupils of her eyes were an aqua blue colour, shining like a beacon of light.

Maybe her friend just fell inside and she needed to save them, or… maybe not. Elle stopped in her tracks as a hand came out of the well. Clutching the stones, the hand got followed by another one. Elle panicked as she noticed the long black claws that seemed to belong to an animal, but she couldn’t move. She just stood there frozen as a head slowly rose from behind the wall of stones. Long black worn-out hair covered the face and thick, jagged scars covered the arms. Slowly the monster lifted his head and Elle saw his eyes. Dark, lifeless black eyes that stared right back at her. A scream erupted from her throat.

Grey carried the bloody eyeballs in his hands like gems, the key to his long awaited revenge. He stepped over Odyssey's body mangled beyond recognition the only identity left were the clothes he wore. The eyeballs dropped into the bowl raising the amount of blood already present. "The moon is will soon be in place. I am going start the spell, when a beam hits the bowl boil add fire!" The jacket sprawled across the floor as he rolled up his sleeves to more marks running up his arms. Both arms free over the alter his eyes turned milky white as he took in a deep inhale.

My eyes were blazing with the same unsettling brightness as the shadows when I opened them after my vision became blurry. When I lifted my hands, a surge of energy erupted, destroying the monsters in its path. The mass trembled as though in agony as the core roared. In a panicked tone, Damon said, "Melissa, stop!" "You’re hurting yourself!" But I was unable to stop. I was consumed by the force, and I briefly doubted that I was still myself. The core then moved, its mass concentrating into a single, enormous eye that stared at me. A deep, old voice reverberated in my head.