Six 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.

We stood there, frozen, our eyes locked on each other. For a moment, I forgot about the crowd, the music, and the potential threats. All I could focus on was the spark that had ignited between us. I felt like I was drowning in the depths of her eyes, and I couldn’t look away. It was as if we were the only two people in the room, and nothing else mattered. I was Six. And I was in trouble.

June was born from a sun flower. June glanced at Seth. Seth had bright red eyes. The kind of red you see when the first drop of blood escapes the flesh. Red Lily spiders was the first thing, June thought of when he saw those red eyes. Seth’s black horns were tall and sturdy looking as they sprouted on both side of his head. He grinned again, flashing his razor sharp teeth. June looked away from Seth, “I am.” He answered. “No wonder,” Seth mused as he stood next to June who was still hovering mid air, “you are beautiful.”

Sleep takes me fast. And for the first time in six days I dream. Not about stone walls or grey light or masks. About a hall. About light coming through windows that have been closed for sixty years. About a man at the end of it... waiting.

I don’t get more than half a second to process this world before there is a bone-rattling ROAR from the cave. Korrin jerks his head up, then throws his body in front of mine. He is crouched and ready, utterly naked, but my horny brain is too busy panicking to enjoy the view. “What is that?” I hiss, clutching his tail on instinct. “AND WHY DOES IT HAVE SIX EYES?!”

When Cameron sees me beside Axle, he says, “What the fuck dude? Did you replace me?” I look up at him and say, “I thought you said you needed a partner? I’m not stealing someone else’s spot.” “It’s not stealing if I give it to you. Cam, you can play the next one. I think you’ll live if you sit out one game.” Cam grumbles something and then goes to stand at the side. “So obviously that’s Cam, and over there is Jameson and Ethan.” I wave at them and say, “Hello, I’m Six,” and Jameson says, “We know,” with a smile. Apparently my reputation precedes me.

He stood tall, taller than any mortal man, his 6’8” frame towering over me with an elegance that was as terrifying as it was mesmerizing. The dim glow that remained from the symbols on the floor revealed his features. His eyes were the first thing I noticed: twin pools of molten gold and crimson, their depths swirling with an intensity that made my breath catch. They glowed faintly in the dark, sharp and serpentine, as though they could see through every lie, every secret, every hidden corner of my soul. His gaze pinned me in place, rendering me both enthralled and terrified.

The man also bowed gracefully "I made everyone wait, I'm sorry." About six feet tall, with white skin which suggested minimal exposure to the sun, Anglo-Saxon features and well-groomed purple hair. His eyes denoted his inorganic nature, being cybernetic devices similar to futuristic eyes that released a faint dark purple glow. He felt as if his eyes were capable of seeing much more than the mere human eye is capable of.

Red eyes? I frowned, stepping back. My eyes raked over his frame—his huge frame that stood somewhere around six feet, and then his bugling muscles and the ink on the back of his hands. My gaze rose to his sharp jaw, his thin pink lips, his proud nose, to his Charcoal hair before dropping to his eyes which were green in color now. There was too much power radiating from his body cladded in a wet brown sweatshirt and black pants. It was as if I was standing before a King, one that looked wet and harmless but held something sinister behind his eyes that I couldn’t pinpoint.

the girl who was no other than Yinito said as the tear drip down her eye, she hasn't really forgotten Isekai death because it kept replaying itself to her. **** "welcome to the offi....., wait you are six, you can't be six, it is only required for an examiner to examine five people, who is the one that joined? how did he do it? oh i can't believe it, this is amazing," a lady with brown hair that was knotted into two piggytail giving her a girlish look said as she rushed toward Isekai group checking them, it seems them being six instead of five was a thing never seen.