Six Eyes Novels & Stories

The psychopathic lord wailed, blinking eccentrically as his vision slowly rose from the darkness. The lord of hell gritted his teeth as a deep and throbbing pain exploded from behind his eyes, a strange oily green splitting across his vision; along with a sickly yellow; the colours causing his gut to churn in disgust. What the fuck was this? He growled within his mind, continuing to blink at a rapid pace as he shook his head. Attempting to push away the sickly unnatural colours. Darkous gasped lightly when they began to fade, slowly soaking into the metal implants that his father had forced upon him.

“Kayah!” Six screamed at me while shaking my body back and forth on the couch. “Ayah, it’s just a dream. Wake up!” When my eyes landed on Six’s hard face and I instantly started screaming again but this time it was louder. The fear and distress was clear in my actions once I started scratching and kicking at him, trying my hardest to get him away from me. He’s trying to kill me. He’s trying to kill me. The thought just kept repeating itself over and over again in my head until I believed that he really was.

All the Royals I've met are quite persuasive, but Avy was the best out of them on that matter. And so, after she spent her party annoying me to do it, I gave in. I hadn't seen her face since I was 3 years old, when I awakened my eye-power and the enhancement of all of my senses that came with it, it has been 8 years since it happened. From that moment onwards I had to depend on my 4 other senses entirely, so even though I cannot see with my eyes because of the eye-band, I know everything that was happening around me. And I am very conscious of other people's energies and smell, so I can tell who is who very easily as if I was seeing them.

The 13th prince said those words while squinting his eyes. A boy about six years old in black armor quietly came out and stood beside the 13th prince. The young man had fine features while he still was at an immature age. However, his face showed a calmness that did not match his age. His eyes were cold and cruel akin to those seen in wild animals. What was more surprising was that between his eyebrows, there was a naturally formed vertical eye. When closed, it looked like a flashing golden light. When it was open, there were seven weird and fascinating golden pupils arranged like the seven stars of the Big Dipper.

Tyr felt that this woman was trying to say something else and asked, “What do you mean?” The guy wearing a pair of sunglasses then said monotonously, “Our boss wants to meet you.” “Who is your boss?” Tyr asked They did not reply. All they did was throw a token to Tyr. “We are actually the same species.” Tyr took the token. In an instant, his heart trembled. This token was a token from Six Door. On the back of the token were the words ‘Six Doors’, while the front had his name—Crow. Each member of the Six Doors would have their unique token. On each token, they would have their position and agent name. This would signify that they were a member of Six Doors.

"I never had a home." My eyes widen in shock and my whole body trembled in fear as I saw something horrifying. The kid shifted into a huge monster. It has six long hands and eyes embedded everywhere on its body. Its eyes were moving rapidly, like searching for a prey to eat. Its face doesn't have an eye nor a nose but has a huge mouth enough to chomp a human's head. Its sharp teeth showed as it smiled slyly. And then it moved so fast my eyes can't follow.

I was not your usual sixteen-year-old. I am Nigerian Canadian, my both parents are Nigerian, I have been here all her life so I’m Canadian. Grabbed my glasses; they are my eyes, because I cannot see without them. I got into a boring tee-shirt that said VISION and a pair of skinny jeans, I put her frizzy afro curls in a messy bun and so much booby pins to actually make it look really good. Bag, sneakers, books, car keys, out of the house, I said in my head as I grabbed each thing. My books were almost to my chin as I walked to the kitchen, grabbed a bite of toast from my brother; TB’s plate.

After casting a brief, disdainful glance at Scarlett, my grandmother quickly averted her eyes, seeming irritated by the very sight. "Where's Whitney? I want to take her back for a couple of days."

"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?”

Her big golden eyes turn looking at me directly, and for the first time I notice that her eyes look as though they are swirls of golden lava moving. “Is everything ok? Your looking at me funny” I laugh “Sorry, your eyes they almost look as though the colour is swirls moving” She blushes once again, looking down at her hands “It’s from my fathers bloodline, Blackstorm that's why our eyes look as though its a storm with the swirls” I can’t help but smile at her, I could listen to her all day; Focus Darnick for goodness sake.