Night Fury Eyes Novels & Stories

The more she thought about her foiled plans, the angrier she became, resulting in her accidentally dropping the baby out of rage. "This is your fault! If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have gotten to this point in life! Die!" A loud thud sounded. Blood was splattered all over Marcus' pale face. As Sylvia cackled at the top of her lungs while walking out of the ward, a teardrop slid down Marcus' cheek from his closed eyes. Unfortunately, those eyes would never open ever again.

That version had been enraged, screaming bloody murder, and sobbing from an intense pain that I couldn't – still can't – understand. Her hand, trembling with fury, had remained on my neck, each shudder directed at me. Several reasons she might have been angry came to mind: perhaps it was Ace, the contract, or maybe even the betrayal on my part. I hadn't expected her to be so enraged that she'd smash a globe against my head or stab me in the arm. And still, none of that even comes close to explain why her eyes had been black. Could it have been an allergic reaction? The eyes had been one thing, but her voice, almost chilling, slightly distorted, said things that made my wolf shiver – he crawl

But Lily had been pressed against that body too many times to miss the minute hitches and ticks that betrayed the inferno of wrath raging just beneath the surface. His jaw muscle leapt and spasmed as he ground his teeth with bone-crushing force. The fingers splayed over the small of her back twitched slightly, thick tendons tensing and relaxing in tiny increments as the pressure built. And his eyes...those piercing navy irises she'd so often drowned in now blazed with an incandescent fury so scorching, it was a wonder the concrete didn't melt from the heat alone. She'd thought she glimpsed the full depths of his capacity for violence before, but in that moment, staring into the soul-scorchin

“Now it all makes sense. There’s only one person who hates me enough to create this kind of chaos.” “You’re laughing?!” Nero shouted, consumed by rage. “Because of you, we’ve lost so many of our own! Our Lunas are in danger!” “Your Lunas?” I opened my eyes slowly, feeling Fenrir take control from behind my vision. My pupils dilated, submerged in red, driven by pure hunting instinct and the cruel desire to kill. “All of them will be widows by the end of today.”

I clenched my jaw in anger and the place became hot as if a bonfire had been set in the room. I felt heat coming out of my ear, eyes, and body. “Holy goddess of fire!!" Elyssa exclaimed. "Nora… your eyes. They are on fire”, Elyssa whispered in astonishment. Dave gasped“ Your eyes are flaming.” I furrowed my brows “Nelly…”I didn’t get to continue my statement when Vincent interrupted me. “No … it’s not your wolf. It’s your power. Your eyes are not gold like your wolf's. They are on fire.”

His eyes sparkled with excitement, and his blond hair seemed to glow in the dim light of the party. Someone would scream loud tonight, but not in terror or pain. Nathan's eyes locked onto a beautiful girl dancing with two boys, her movements seductive and alluring. He raised an eyebrow, intrigued, and his smile grew wider. "Perfect. Just perfect," he smirked, his eyes roving over her curves. Meanwhile, Eden's face was twisted in anger, his piercing blue eyes blazing with fury. His chiseled features were set in a fierce expression, his sharp jawline clenched in rage. He towered over Jack, who cowered on the ground, his eyes wide with fear.

Tears blur my vision as fury coils hot and deadly in my chest. Raven helps me to my feet, her grip tight. “Sadie—” I straighten slowly and the room goes quiet, as if sensing something is about to happen. Power cracks beneath my skin as I give in to the anger that has been simmering for seven fucking days. When I lift my head, gasps ripple through the crowd. “Her eyes,” someone whispers, fear coating their voice My eyes glow white. “I gave them a week,” I say, my voice steady, echoing unnaturally through the room. “Their time is up.”

The possibility of existence is different from the chaos Lucas offers. I try to focus by closing my eyes. Seeking to transcend the maelstrom of feelings. But it is not doable. Now the air moves once again. This time it is stronger. The enthusiasm buzzes around the room. I can sense it—that clearly more harmful than any of them is something present. "Get down!," advised Gideon orders, throwing me to the floor as a flash of vitality tore across the space. The windows break and the lights flutter out totally, throwing us into total darkness.

I moved away when I felt a vision coming. it was dark, I couldn't see anything but all I could see was blood splattered on the wall, it was a conference hall. I saw ahead with a hole in it. I saw myself walk to the window which was the only source of light and the floor was about 20 floors down and just then I screamed when I saw Noah corpses on the ground floor. In reality, I was superglued to Beck and I was screaming, when I looked up at him, I snapped and pushed him away and moved back in the bed.

Then only then, do I open my eyes and find a cigarette inside my purse. As I light it, I have a vision of a burning building and flick it inside the gated entrance. The tapestry ignites instantaneously and the whole wall lights ablaze. I turn as I see something out of the corner of my eye. I look closer at the gate and to this day I wish I didn’t see those eyes. The eyes were deep dark spirals into an abyss that I have never seen before and hope I never see again.