Six Eyes Novels & Stories

In this vibrant mall, Nora's beauty shines as a beacon of elegance and charm, adding an extra layer of enchantment to an already lively atmosphere. Nora's heart sank as she stood frozen, staring at the empty shelves that had once displayed the coveted Princess Belle toys. Disappointment washed over her, threatening to dampen her spirits. However, amidst her despair, her attention was caught by a tall figure, standing at an impressive 6'4" with a full head of dark hair.

After our engagement, the six of us friends agreed to take one last trip together before the wedding. That night, my friend Anders Greer suggested we play a "24-Hour Couple Swap." Anyone who drew matching symbols had to act like a couple for the next twenty-four hours. Whoever drew a blank card could only take pictures and carry everyone's bags. In the first round, I drew a blank. My fiancee, Brielle Rice, and Anders both drew moons. They held hands while watching the sunrise, while I followed behind carrying three people's bags. In the second round, I drew another blank. They both drew roses. Their penalty was to hug for one minute. Everyone crowded around, cheering them on, while I sto

“She just wandered off and wasted time, so she is the only one in group Six” The murmurs around us grew louder. “Excuse me?” I said, my voice sharp. “You did not…..” they wanted to say but were cut short by the instructor. “That’s enough” the instructor ordered seeing that an argument was going to erupt. “Which means group six only has one member” I knew I was not going to win either way, so why argue with them? The instructor gave me a long look before turning to the clipboard again. “Group Six, Lyra Dale… ” he read, scanning the clipboard. “Sixty eight rabbits.”

Stood at the window while it brewed. The campus below was doing its six am things, the early joggers, the cleaning staff, the particular quiet of a place that hadn’t woken up yet. He knew this view. He’d stood at this window enough times now that he knew its moods. 6AM looked different from 8AM and 8AM looked different from the specific amber of four in the afternoon when the light came through the buildings at an angle that made everything look considered. He watched the joggers.

I screamed in great pain and my tears were already scattered all over my face. My body felt very hot and I was already sweating. "Let go of me." I said tiredly. The creature said nothing and continued with the torturing pain it gave me. It's eyes were directly fixed on my face which added to my terror. The body was that of a dirty and withered spider but the face had six eyes on each side and one side of the face was that of an ugly baby and the other side was of an ugly and wrinkly old man's face.

No mistakes. I scan further. **Six-foot-five.** That catches my attention. It’s one thing to read numbers, another to imagine standing next to someone that tall. My mind conjures an image of him—tall, commanding, a man used to having people look up, both figuratively and literally. Then I hit the part about his eyes. **Dark brown eyes, almost pitch black in photographs.** That line sticks with me. I wonder what they look like in person. Can people really see that depth, or do they just glance over him, too intimidated to notice anything past the surface?

“We’re… _loud_. Too much power. He slides off.” “Adults?” I asked. Nero looked at Kieran. At Darius. At Gregor. “You’re _quiet_,” he said. Apologetic. “To him, you’re _empty houses_. Easy to walk into.” Lyra’s fire popped. “So let him try _me_.” “No,” Kieran and I said at once. She glared. “I’m _Six_. I’m _fire_. I burn things _out_.” “Four isn’t a _thing_,” Tempo said. His voice was older than 16. _Centuries_ older. “He’s _absence_. You can’t burn _nothing_.”

Damon quizzes “Why not? It was my time to put my stamp on the world beyond my house and I wanted to be notice so for most of the time outside of home I had 2 different coloured eyes! And I thought it looked amazing!” I giggled “Your already have the most beautiful eyes” Damon said as he cupped my face to kiss me “I know it sounds dumb now but back then I thought it was cool, once my family died I couldn’t keep using them, the crying made them hurt my eyes!” My tone went to sadness and my eyes filled with tears Damon hugged me, said I don’t need to feel sadness while he’s around

Zarek grabbed her hand, anchoring her, but her skin burned hot—unnaturally hot. "She's overheating—get her to the healer," Jon barked, already clearing the way. "No," Veyra rasped, shoving herself upright with trembling limbs. "It's him. He's here." Zarek's jaw clenched. "Who?" Veyra looked toward the still-screaming fissure, her eyes glowing white-hot. "The Sixth." Perfect. Here's Section 3 of Chapter 89 – The Sixth Breaks Through: The ground around the fissure pulsed like a wound, the soil bleeding black smoke that curled upward and clung to the trees like a living fog. The land itself groaned, an ancient sound that made even the bravest warriors clutch their weapons tighter.

Im standing in my place from where I stopped before, that I'm unable to move, unable to take a step to another direction just like I'm glued to this position that my legs are glued to this ground. The moment he is near to me, he shouted at me by taking his brand expensive reflecting black glasses from his eyes " Are you out of your mind? " It takes some seconds to respond to his question, cause I'm too Awstruck by his powerful aura. He is standing in front of me, he is basically towering in front of me, with his 6feet above height. The one thing that I'm noticied is he had a beautiful hazel eyes with a hint of grey color. The rarest eyes he had. He is beautiful actually beyond beautiful.