Monster With Eyes On Hands Novels & Stories

His eyes are entirely pitch black, and he doesn’t look the slightest bit bothered even as Vanya chokes and sputters, her shaking fingers desperately trying to push his boot off. “I don’t hit women, Vanya. But I fight monsters and crush them because I can. And you…you’re just another breed of monster. The kind that is destined to die by my hands.” She coughs up blood, struggling to breathe. Her eyes are bigger than I’ve ever seen them, bulging in their sockets. She looks…terrified. Slowly, he moves his feet off her throat, and she chokes. I watch as he crouches in front of her, staring at her with a blank look on his face.

The whole Ashveil Order teetered on the edge of ruin. Only then did I move. I didn't even rise. I stayed lounging against the high seat. I lifted my right hand, extended a single finger, and tapped lightly toward the sky. Across heaven and earth, it was as if an unseen hand had closed around the monster's throat. Its roar, mighty enough to shatter mountains and rivers, cut off all at once. The raging aura overhead turned tame in an instant, like a wild horse brought to heel. The ancient monster's vast body shuddered violently in the air, and for the first time, fear surfaced in its crimson eyes.

She closed her eyes, ready to surrender to the darkness of exhaustion. Suddenly, a large, heavy hand clamped around her wrist. The grip was tight, bursting with a sudden, overwhelming surge of raw physical power. Amora’s eyes snapped open in surprise. She lifted her head quickly, only to find herself looking directly into a pair of sharp, brilliant silver-grey eyes.

It was like a confirmation that Pietro wasn't human, he was a monster whose eyes had the power to manipulate people. My lips parted softly with a soft gasp as I slowly brushed my clit with two fingers through the lacy panties. My body shuddered with a streak of electricity that shot through me. His light brown eyes were intent on mine and my eyes were begging him to break the eye contact and free me from whatever spell he had put me under just by setting his eyes on mine.

The creature stops, turns around and snarls so I can see its hideous face and what it has in its claws. A gasp escapes me when I realize what it has in its grip, my mom. If I was angry before, now I’m fuming. I close my eyes and when they open, my blue-grey eyes turn red with rage. I charge towards it bloodthirsty. I push out my claws ready for combat, it tosses my mom to the side and just stands and stares as I sprint towards it. I jump on it and dig me claws deep into its eyes, taking them out and stabbing them again, repeatedly. The monster makes no move to fight back but I just keep on scratching. And then it just vanishes. I look around to be sure it’s no longer here.

Wait for a second, what is happening here? "NO WAY, ROSIE WATCH YOU ARE BACK!" I alerted her as soon as the monster behind her raised his hand to attack her. Rosie turned back and looked at the monster behind her. "No way, please help us someone—Jacob, where are you? We need you." I closed my eyes while crying out. "Buahhh!" The familiar monster scream echoed in my ears while making my eyes open. The monster who raised his hand to attack Rosie was breaking into two parts in front of my eyes— and then, with full speed, the skin of the monster fell on the ground while breaking up the body into two parts.

The sharp pain I felt in my chest was no more and was replaced by the fanatic banging of my heart. My hand unsheathed the dagger on my thigh, and with all my energy, I stuck the blade into its right eye. A thick, yellow, repugnant liquid oozed out of the gash. I expected the monster to shriek in pain or at least react a bit to the stab and maybe drop me while he was at it. I was sure I had dealt a big damage to it. After all, almost every inch of the blade was lodged in its eye socket. The monster just stared at me for a second with his unarmed eyes, then yanked out the dagger from his face and threw it to the ground.

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.

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.

A hard thick hand held me tight. Standing to my feet I tried to rip my hand free but I couldn’t get away. The hand made of wet clay or dirt led way to an ripped arm that was connected to a large mud monster. Leaves stuck out this way and that and my nose wrinkled in disgust as I spotted a few worms wiggling to the surface. What the hell? What is it, Kacie? I don’t now Ath… it looks like… a humanoid. A humanoid?