Six Eyes Novels & Stories

"We were just running . . ." "What did they look like?" I ask, even as I try to stanch a particularly deep gash across her abdomen. "How many?" "Six . . . maybe seven," she gasps. "Humans, but . . . not just humans. Something wrong about them. Their eyes . . .” She shudders, a memory flashing across her face. "Empty. Like looking at death."

Sarah was waiting for her at the door (as I called her here beforehand) and they both left, the pack doctor was in an inner room and I had no idea where the nurses were so that left just me and Rosé in the room I caressed her cheek with the back of my hand ‘sorry I put you through this’ I whispered ‘Aidan?’ she said then began turning left and right on the bed ‘Rosie? Can you hear me?’ She shook again as if fighting against something then she calmed down and then opened her eyes but her eyes weren’t the normal brown colored eyes I knew, they were yellow

There they were. Three black fang spiders. June had only read about them in one of the books Hunter had in his room back on earth but now she was looking one right in the eye. Or rather, eyes. It had eight. They looked like a spider in the sense of the eyes and the long, sharp legs. They had claws that poked out on the sides of their faces and they were covered in ugly hair. It looks almost like a beat-up chihuahua bred with a spider. It had four fangs instead of the standard two normal spiders would have and was twice the size of the average human.

Leonardo inquired. "What?" "Describe your face, your body, your hair, everything about you." "Why, sir?" "Angela, I'm blind, but I still have a vivid imagination. When we talk, I want to see your face in my head. " Angela smiled. "OK, I have bulging eyes, a funnel nose, curly hair, I'm fat, I have puffy lips; in short, I have an ugly face," Angela said proudly. "OK, you can go now."

I sadly add. "I sorta can," Nate shocks me by saying. I look at him with large eyes until he elaborates. I was pleased to see he face was clear tonight, no glasses of any kind guarding his eyes, which he blushed madly about when it was the first thing I said to him when he got into my car. "I can see better in the dark. Bright lights are what irritate my eyes. But when it's dark, I can see outlines of things. Like if you put up your fingers," he reaches down and grabs my hand in his and my breathing instantly hitches in my chest, "I can tell you're holding up three of them."

“If you ask them about it, you will have to tell them about seeing me. If you do that, I swear they will pack everything up and move. Meaning you will not see me for a while.” As he finished speaking, I noticed his eyes had gone bright red and you didn't hear the owls anymore. “I’ve always trusted you more than my parents so why would I ask them, since you have already said they have been lying to me.” When I looked away from Marcus, I noticed there were about 7 pairs of vibrant colored eyes surrounding us. Slowly another set appeared but were purple with gold specks.

My eyes grew large as I watched the bugs flew out, forming a great flock before they swarmed on Sean, Patrick, and his wife. My heart skipped beats for a moment as I watched the bugs covered their bodies. And before I could draw in a deep breath, the soldier shot another barrel. In agile moves, he then crawled out of the place. A loud explosion then followed, turning the entire scene to black.

Lightly massaging my scalp "Okay but only cause you're really good at scalp rubs" My eyes roll to the back of my head. If I was a dog I would have my one leg sticking out shaking uncontrollably "Unless you want round three I suggest you stop with the faces", my eyes widen at the thought and he chuckles

Camilla gritted teeth, squeezed tears from her eyes, and screamed into her own throat. Then the cavern flared to life while the candles and fiery ring blazed up. Despite her eyes shut, Camilla beheld the eldritch monstrosity clutching her: six eyes within a bulbous head, the lipless mouth full of fangs, a body in black scales, swarthy despite the light, impossibly huge with corded thews set upon a wagonlike chest, and the claws and limbs that held her helpless, cut her skin, violated her body. Her mind fought back madness.

of the Macro-Verse. The Feral Six have survived the "Cleaning," but they are now inside the Child's PC—a labyrinth of spinning fans, glowing LEDs, and high-voltage circuitry. To save the million souls in their pocket, they must "Hack" the physical computer from the inside out to send a message to the "User."