Night Fury Eyes Novels & Stories

Caspian Nightingale. His eyes burned with fury, his stance rigid with restrained violence. I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding. What would happen next?

Damon quizzes “Why not? It was my time to put my stamp on the world beyond my house and I wanted to be notice so for most of the time outside of home I had 2 different coloured eyes! And I thought it looked amazing!” I giggled “Your already have the most beautiful eyes” Damon said as he cupped my face to kiss me “I know it sounds dumb now but back then I thought it was cool, once my family died I couldn’t keep using them, the crying made them hurt my eyes!” My tone went to sadness and my eyes filled with tears

He kept his eyes open seeing her flushed face,whereas her eyes were tightly closed. The position changed and her mouth was covered by his mouth once again. She wanted him inside her yet he was letting the fire reach its peak. "Open your eyes, I want to see in those deep dreamy eyes, my beautiful."

My eyes widen "I-ID cane?". " There's even a note". I hold my chest, my heart starts to beat rapidly "Even the bravest bats can't see during the daytime, I hope you last longer this time. What does that mean? I thought some bats can see during the day but-" Leo cuts her off "It's a threat!". I try standing up but my legs suddenly feel numb " are you okay?". Leo asks concerned. It's just an ID cane was sent back then as well. Kb

The glass eyes have been gouged from its sockets, leaving gaping, hollow black holes stared straight up at the ceiling, and fixed around its neck is a iron choker bearing the stamped crest of the Nightbane bloodline. It isn't just a threat. It is a explicit message targeting my children. "Mommy... what is that?" Liora whimpers, trying to peek around my hip, her small body catching Samuel's violent trembling. "Don't look," I snap, my voice trembling as I slam my palm down over both their eyes, pulling them hard against my chest. My wolf bares its teeth beneath my skin, snarls rising in my throat as my maternal instincts go wild. "Neither of you look at it. Samuel, hold your sister."

She rushed as fast as she could in the direction of Vennis’s room and her heart was pounding in her ears as she ran down the corridor. On opening the door to Vennis’s room, Naelis froze in horror. She was shocked to see Vennis struggling on the bed. Vennis was not just having a bad dream, her body was arching off the mattress, and her hands were clawing at the air. But the scariest part was her eyes…Vennis’s eyes were wide open, and they were alternating between a bright, natural green and a deep, pitch black. One second she looked like herself, and the next second her eyes looked like a void of darkness.

Her eyes were bright now, glowing faintly with hints of teal spiraling like wildfire in her iris's. “They think you are prey,” Naviah hissed. “Soon they’ll remember who you are, they will see the ancient power that you hold deep within you and bow to you once more...” She braced herself. Blood ran freely now, her back a canvas of fury and defiance. Another lash. Another cut. But the crowd… they were shifting again. Less eager. More confused, every single one of them faltered and started to slow down and hit less. They just couldn't understand why she wasn’t begging. Why her screams hadn’t come.

I asked, really needing an answer here. “I can’t wait for you to find out. Now is just not the time.” Jasmine’s eyes darted to a small dull baby fork looking thing. It was even tinier than a baby fork, more like a seafood fork. Putting it on tip of her pinky finger, he dug in like his life depended on it. “MOTHERFUCKINGDAMNITCOCKSUCKERASSFUCKINGHOLE!” Jasmine screamed it all out as he worked away at her nerves.

Only a narrow gap remained between two fingers, through which his monstrous eyes—those of a creature of darkness—were visible. Nocturnus’s eyes were black abysses, without pupils. The darkness emanating from his gaze was palpable, a force that seemed to drain the vital essence of everything around him. As he laughed, the sound was a horrid echo reverberating through the air, laden with malice and sadistic pleasure. “The Hybrid is mine, warrior of the moon,” the God bellowed, pointing a finger in my direction. “You are the only intruder in this domain.”

Zephyr screamed as he felt his rune stir, letting his electrical energies burst forth freely. The bolts shook, sparking a bright blue-white color. They came at the eye endlessly. The eye could no longer keep up from the waves of attacks. Zephyr then put his hand together, intensifying his barrage. In an instant, the eye was completely covered in electricity. “Smite!” Zephyr commanded.