Private Eye Mater Novels & Stories

Our sweet child was clinging to his daddy, which allowed me to look at his back easily. He did a have a mark but it wasn’t like anything I had seen. Two fierce looking eyes stared back at me. It was like only the eyes developed but nothing else. No nose, ears or anything. Black fur decorated the eyes that drilled wholes into whoever was looking at them. My fingers gently touched them and my wolf purred. There was something familiar with these eyes but still something comforting. Waylon handed me our child. His eyes were barely open as he snuggled into my arms. Going off what felt right, I moved him so he could latch. Hungerly, he started chugging down my sweet milk.

The memory of Alexander's haunted eyes, the doctor's words hanging in the air, and the silent plea of her own heart for Sebastian's recovery. As she sank onto the couch, exhaustion pulling at her limbs, a single tear escaped her eye, tracing a path down her cheek. It was a tear of fear, of helplessness, but also of unwavering faith. In the stillness of the night, Nora vowed to hold onto that hope, to cling to the possibility that dawn would bring news of a miracle.

Somehow I feel whatever pain I dole out on her equals the measure of pain my mate is suffering. Since I've known Ivy, I've never seen a smidge of scratch much less blood on her body until now. It gives great pleasure knowing the all-powerful queen of the vampires is at my mercy. Blood dribbles down her disfigured eye. Hoarse cries vibrate into my ears. Ivy has lost sight in one eye, nothing but the veins and tendons of what makes up her eye remain, coated in thick dark coppery liquid. Matt pisses himself seeing the gory sight, he panics, attempting to tear the rope binding him to the chair away but Lester doesn't give him the chance.

The familiar scent of pine and leather told me it was Ethan before he even spoke. Ethan entered, gently touching my forehead. His voice was ice-cold. "Didn't you say her condition was stable? Why isn't she awake yet?" The healer sighed, responding in a hushed tone. "Beta Gray, your mate just underwent eye removal surgery. The post-surgical reaction is significant, and coupled with emotional distress, it's normal for her to remain unconscious..." Ethan fell silent for a moment, then suddenly spoke, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "When she wakes up, you know what to say, right?"

And now, it was waking up. A crack appeared in the sky. Not gold. Not silver. Black. Pure black. The darkness split reality open. Everyone stepped back instinctively. Because something was looking through. A single eye. Massive. Ancient. Impossible. Larger than entire worlds. The eye stared into existence. Watching. Studying. Remembering. Nova's heart stopped. Not literally. But close enough. Because the moment she saw that eye, every memory inside her reacted. Every soul. Every possibility.

My grip tightens and I swear I growl at him. “Link, how about you shut up or I’ll kick your ass and I won’t be as nice as she is,” Matt says, glaring at him. His gaze is ice cold. I stare at Matt, fascinated. His whole body took on a dangerous and feral air. His stance is rigid, but he seems poised, ready for anything. It’s his eyes that stand out the most, they’re a light brown, almost yellow color, that gleam with something I can name but it’s terrifying.

She frowned, and put her head down on the table, and closed her eyes for a moment. Dimitri and Pete walked through the door, Pete went to work on the soup, Ivan whispered to Dimitri about her arms. He looked over but said nothing. Pete cleared this throat, and Jade looked up. Her eyes a pale gray, almost white startled him he dropped the bowl of soup shattering the bowl when it hit the ground. He broke his stare, and grabbed a cloth, “My apologies you're eyes aren't as gray as they used to be. It’s almost a pale white,” he whispered.

Matt’s eyes smolder icy blue luminescence making it looks like the polar lights, while Emma’s eyes emit red gleam and I’m amused to see her eyes look like flames. Their marks glow currant red at the same time. It is Alaric’s power color. Φύλαξ is on Matt’s chest. While βοηθός is Emma’s mark on her right shoulder. I smile as I’ve confirmed that Alaric is the one who designated their position. I missed my siblings so much. I feel lonely in this mansion that much. But now, I know from now on, I will never be alone. ******

banned. I became a cyborg, the new version introduced by Daniel Denvers which doesn't cause death when the mod energy becomes completely depleted. I assimilated with the eye and it increased my mod energy exponentially, I tried to test it with a combat machine, it helped me predict combat moves, but I got hit as I sucked at combat. I tried analyzing the power of every person I saw, the eye on my right was like any other normal eye but when I gave it some mod energy it helped me find the power of others. I don't wish to explain more about the power of the eye as it has to remain confidential. If you are reading this, then you must be one of the government officials or the owner of the other

“I'll rip your tongue out, son of a bitch.” Katie growled, but he only reacted by pressing his body even harder against her, which only fueled her need. Her own body was betraying her. “Who the hell are you?” he growled, his voice piercing her skin, giving her goosebumps. He was so close to her that she stared right into her silvery eyes, which were swirling with power; this wasn't normal, even for werewolves; eyes weren't meant to do that.