My Father's Eyes My Mother's Rage Book นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Sara said making my face red with chilly anger. That's it. One more word and she'll have a bullet in her pretty little fucking frogmouth who can't stop croaking her nonsense annoying ribbit language. Even, I will not be able to stop myself from doing much more worse. So I looked at my father. I pleaded with him with the dark green eyes that I inherited from my mom amongst many of her beautiful facial features. "Damn those eyes of yours and your moms" he mumbled and I knew I had won. Lalalallalalla........

~SYLVER As my father's words echoed through my room, I thought it was a joke, until I saw the look in his eyes. His eyes were burning with rage. That old anger that filled him up like a curse... The same anger that molded me into the monster I once was. "Father, listen. It's not what you think." I stuttered, trying to calm him. "This has nothing, it's not what it looks like." His eyebrows raised, and I could feel my chest crumbling. But I didn't stop.

Moreover a daughter like me. It doesn't bother me anymore, I swore to protect them. And I don't keep promises I can't keep. I remembered the red eyes of my father they weren't in their soft, welcoming amber color that night, my mother's grey eyes widened with shock, then filled with anger, after I told them; my mother hit me so much, her claws dug into my skin, she screamed at me.

I heard a gasp and looked around to find my mother and father there with their mouths open as they take in the scene in front of them. " you are getting out of control Ryker. this can't go on any longer." I growled while marching up to my father, a means to kill him etched on my mind like never before. Why must they always interfere? I wasn't born a Saint no, I'm the devil himself. I stopped in front of my father's trembling form as he took in my appearance, making sure to let my mother take cover from my wrath behind his back. My eyes had changed from their rightful color to red, it's the color they get when I'm extremely angry and right now I was feeling murderous.

She said. "I'm not bothered about my skin. What happened to my eyes? It's not grey anymore." I asked as Panic lanced through my heart. I sucked a breath through my teeth and stepped forward, glancing at my eyeballs, they're like fire-burning eyes. I hoisted my hand up and brushed my finger over the reflection on my eyes. I loved my grey eyes though I had hated the color as it always reminded me of my father. You would know the value after losing them.

“You dare speak to me! How dare you?” My mother’s eyes begin to glow, and the color begins to come back to her cheeks as she moves forward. “How dare I?! How dare you! You were my mate! I loved you, and you imprisoned me because of what I am even though I never hurt you!”Her voice darkens to a harsh growl. The men, excluding my father, take a step back, nearly flinching at the impact of her rage. Jaw tight, my father curls his lips and narrows his eyes. “How could I love something like you? You’re…you’re unnatural, an abomination.”

My parents apparently are still trying for a girl. My mother, fair and perfect in every way. Blue green eyes, wavy blond hair that shines like gold. A smile that will bring joy to any person, and a left hook that will knock you out in one swing. My father, wise and worn, brown curls that fall just passed his shoulders, hazel eyes that have seen too much, scars cover his large mass, still a beast in a fight.

"Don't raise your voice at me!" "Or what!" "Cage have some respect I'm your mother for crying out loud." I spoke trying to reason with him. "I know you are my mother, or do you think I don't!" He yelled snapping his grey eyes to meet mine and I regretted it, he had the same look his father had whenever he looked at me. "I know you are my mother you don't have to remind me every chance you get!" His eyes grew darker and darker with every word he uttered.

I shake my shoulders out, wiggling my arms and turn my head from side to side in an attempt to physically release some pressure. As I reach the bottom of the stairs I look up at the large portrait I had printed in our entryway.. One of the last photos we all took together as a family, my parents, Brianna and I. My chest hurts thinking of the day, the heartache only adding to my anxiety. I need to look into my father’s eyes, even if just on a canvas. He was always my rock, always the calm in my storm. I look just like him, save for my mother’s blue eyes. Brianna and I got those from our mother. My father had dark hair and honey colored eyes. Something about them, no matter how frightening he

“Nadine, daughter, you need to calm down; this is not the time to be defensive,” my mother said calmly, and I kept my eyes on her beloved. “This is just the time I'm going to be defensive,” I said firmly. “If he dares to touch a hair on any of my mates, he's going to meet me.” I thought the god of chaos would attack me, but his eyes became clear again and I realized that my eye color was due to him, not my mother as I had always thought.