Orbs Eyes Novels & Stories

"Brother Andrew, where are you going? Just wait here. He is waking up." As if on cue, after Angela said that, a deep growling came somewhere behind the thick shadows of the trees. Accompanied by that growl was the appearance of two yellow orbs that looks conspicuous in the dark. These set of yellow orbs stands out in the dark contrast of the night. The glowing yellow orbs are as big as a saucer plate. It looks straight to Audrey and it takes some time before the information registered on Audrey's brain Those big yellow orbs are not orbs, but eyes! Just how huge was that beast to have eyes as big as that?!!!

Orian notices and comes to my side to comfort me. Suddenly Odett jumps up and shouts, "Mommy, you're finally awake!" And we all turn to see her beautiful emerald green eyes open with purple rings that seem to glow.

Arlo gets off the couch, finally, and comes and sits between us and looks up at both of us with the one white ear and the amber eyes and the complete confidence of a dog who considers himself central to all important decisions. He is not wrong.

I examined their faces and realized that I already miss them both so much. I looked into their eyes and sighed as I took a mirror under the picture frame. I also looked into my two eyes there. I smiled bitterly when I saw those two familiar orbs again. My eyes reminded me of my mom and my dad. My dad has green orbs while my mom has violet orbs. Me? Well, I have those orbs. A green orb on my left eye and a violet orb on my right eye. But when I became angry, both of my orbs became dark red.

You must see us for who we really are. In her mind she saw Jamie, Gary, Gordon, Raymond, and Mario. They were all looking at her, their smiles bright yet there was a hint of melancholy in their eyes. The edges of their faces began to shimmer, an effervescent dazzling light consumed them and Beatrice was confronted by five golden orbs that now danced in front of the pervading light about her, each with a corona of undulating flame. One orb moved forwards and oscillated in the air before Beatrice. ‘Jamie?’ she said.

When she lifted a lower branch of the shrub, it danced further back to peer at her from under a heavy leaf. Its eyes were orange. The pupils traced in a red outline. It was, by far, the most dreadful thing she’d ever set eyes on.

The beast said. "Please am deeply sorry, I'll find a solution to this, i promise and I'll turn you back to your normal self." Oscorb said. "Normal self?? Noo. Am enjoying this already, it's so interesting ripping out throats and hearts." The beast said touching Oscorb face with his claw. Oscorb was already sweating as he struggle to withhold his bladder so he wouldn't urinate on himself. "Please don't kill me." Oscorb begged in tears.

But then. “Psst...over here,” a voice whispers loud, if that makes any sense. A masculine growl. So deep, grating, and slathered in a sort o’ mockery. I spin around sharpish, my eyes popping out of my head. Getting my fists ready for action. There, buried in the blackness of a room, are two orbs: bright green, luminous, floating inches above ground level. They're not just mere eyes, but bulbs. Bulging and unnatural, like someone stuffed glow-sticks into a toad’s skull!

It's a beautiful sight, a testament to the power of love and unity. The orb pulses with energy, a balance of light and dark. One side is dark green while the other side is a vibrant white. The wolves launch an attack on us. They hurl the glowing blue orb at us, a weapon of immense power. It tears through the air, growing larger and more menacing with each passing moment. I brace myself, my heart pounding. This is it. With a shared effort, we unleash the orb, sending it hurtling towards the blue orb. The two orbs collide, a violent event that shakes the very foundations of the realm. The air crackles with energy, and the floor trembles beneath our wolf paws. The light from the orbs is blindi

He made it seem like I could easily rip Sylvia into pieces with just my sight. I only realized I had tears streaking down my face when I felt Marcus' hand on my cheek. "Don't cry, honey. I'm sorry. Please listen to me, okay? It's not what you think…" Marcus kept wiping my tears away in a fit of panic, but he could never stem my tears no matter how much he wiped. In the end, he just pulled me into his arms and began comforting me in soft tones. At the same time, he prevented me from looking at Sylvia.