Pan's Labyrinth Hand Eyes Novels & Stories

All because a small face arrived, shaped just right. Lysander shifts by the hour. Those light brown eyes - so focused, just like Noah’s - scan everything quietly. A furrowed brow appears whenever he watches lines on paper, mirroring his dad without trying. My messy black hair sprouts from his head, never staying down no matter what. Draped across me while sleeping, he melts into warmth, breathing slow and deep. Wide eyed and alert, his tiny hands rise up suddenly, moving fast like they’re leading something unseen, already certain about how things should go.

I yell but as I expected, the command bypasses her system. She yanks my hand and out of panic, I open my eyes. She gasps and falls on her butt. “Lorcan, your eyes!” She breathes heavily. “They are red!” “Fuck!” I curse and grab her hand, yanking her towards me. She collides against me. I circle my hand around her back, steadying her, and stable myself with my other hand planting on the floor. “Lorcan, what are you?” She puffs.

"Wait Leia, in the center of the light that came out of the stone, you did not see any figure?” "Now that you ask me sir, then a very strange being appeared, he had six hands, and a huge sword, all black and red.” "Did you have jars?” "Yes, yes sir, several and three eyes. One in the center of the forehead. And she had no lips, her teeth were visible.” "I was reading, you told me that when we were very young and I didn't believe you," Enril interrupted her, "are you sure you didn't get it from your imagination?”

His black eyes fogged when one of the Lycans who was holding Narciso earlier stepped forward, he moved so fast and unexpectedly. Only when Narciso felt the agonizing pain on his left hand did he realize that he'd lost his hand ... Nicklaus had ordered his warrior to rip off his hand! A shrill scream rang through the entire manor, the sound was so terrifying and then a hair raising deep guttural growl followed when another Lycan covered his mouth. "Stop being such a cry baby else am just gonna chop off your other hand... My little one is just downstairs and she's quite shaken by an incident that involves your kind.." Nicklaus warned him...

The smell alone was enough to make you want to vomit, but the fear made it so much worse. Scientist tapped his cane on the cold silver slab. It was like the bed you'd place a dead body on in a morgue, and he wanted Emerson to lay on it. He strapped him in real tight over his wrists, ankles, elbows, thighs and head. Emerson wouldn't be able to move anything except his toes and fingers. "Zerena, pick a pair of eyes." He motioned to all the eyes he's collected and stored over the years. I found one marked Lycan. At least this way he'll keep that part of himself.

She gasps and yanks her hand away from my body, stealing the warmth and light as she does. I groan again from the loss of that comforting sensation, and open my eyes to find her staring at her hands, where a golden, ethereal glow emanates from her fingers and her palms. Her gaze travels to my abdomen, then to her hands again, and then back to my abdomen. Her eyes widen, and she pushes my hands out of the way, covering my wounds with both of hers.

A black hand. Liana stared. It wasn't the Witness itself. It was a copy. A shape made from possibility. Kael raised his sword. Morvane released a wave of energy. Avarion and Caelum attacked together. The First Light joined them. The hand recoiled. But it did not disappear. Liana looked at the two sisters. Then at the doorway. She understood. The Witness wasn't trying to enter through Liana. It was using Lena. The black mark on Lena's neck.

“LYRA...!” The ground split. Silver hands erupted upward. A hand, clawed and glowing silver and gold, ripped free. “Lyra…?” I whispered. The arm was hauled upward. A face emerged, Kael’s mirror self, his silver-eyed, feral and smiling.

Folding it neatly, he dropped it on a stomp he found seated by his left. Taking deep breaths with eyes closed, he folded his hands behind him with a calm and composed demeanour. He opened his eyes, feeling the red flecks come alive in his grey eyes. The red was a part of his eyes that existed as part of the grey, appearing at the border of his black pupils, mixed to give an alluring appearance. The obsidian was just a temporary fixture when his animalistic side was fast surfacing. They were proof of his supernatural existence, the red a constant reminder of what he was.

She doesn’t give him time to reconstitute himself when she raises her hand. A large sigil appears above them and chains shoot out grabbing him. Black long hands pull the chain back into the sigil. “Torment.” The hands are about to completely pull him into the sigil when he glows a sickly yellow and explodes. I squint as the glow he gives off is as bright as a star. His face is visible now , with his flowing white hair like X’s, but that’s where the similarities end. His eyes are bright yellow and his skin has a glassy material jutting out from his hands and joints.