Story Of The Eye Bataille Novels & Stories

Betty asked with blushed cheeks. Lionel sat in silence contemplating after what Betty had told him before speaking up to her. “Uhm….well I did not see that one coming to be honest!.....So you really want us 3 to be together?” He asked her with raised eyebrows. “Well, you must know that last night we were out in the woods and we met an very old looking mysterious wolf with glowing eyes and dark fur and she spoke about an upcoming war and she also told me and Develin that I have to make the right choice with finding my mate because that would determine if we win or lose the war that is coming” Betty explained.

I didn’t like what I saw in his eyes. I knew those eyes. They spoke of war. It was the way they’d looked before, in that final battle. They were determined – and they’d forgotten the morals that had raised me. They were savage, brutal, violent eyes. And, as those violent eyes flicked to me, his hand tightened on Caleb’s shoulder. “Solving the problem for you.” A thousand things flashed through my mind then, but they all culminated in one single question: how could I stop a war before it began?

The fair one joined in. She went on her knees, and bent over him, simply gloating. She was above him, enjoying the moment, only then did she allow him to enter. The larger bat flied above the castle looking and knowing everything. X The battle was over; Hjolt looked at his men that survived the battle, each of them a new collection of scars. The battle was won.

Alex and Neela’s jaws almost dropped to the ground from shock after seeing just a few seconds of the battle. Athan was just too strong. As expected from the goddess of war from the Greeks. As Athena fought on in, a feverish feeling coursed through Alex and Neela’s bodies. Athena’s insatiable lust for battle seemed to be affecting them. In the next second, Alex grabbed the Reflective Eye and made seven mirror images of himself before plunging into the battle. Roar! Neela was Alex’s maid and contracted pet, so it was only natural that she needed to stay close to him.

Mom had already shifted and was fighting a hellhound. “No, I will stay and fight. Not cower and hide. I am their Luna, I will lead from the front,” she fiercely answered. Her eyes flashed gold, and Laila was very much in control. Our conversation got interrupted when two of my warriors who were dragging Xui Lin back to the dungeon were viciously thrown aside by a whirlwind of black crow-sized bats. Vampire, he was here. Danger alarms in my brain were blaring at full volume. The bats quickly merged into one and all my fears came true. There he stood with the same coloured eyes as my mate, the only difference was my mate’s eyes held warmth while his was vacantly cold. A sinister smile played o

His left eye was milky and blind, but his right eye burned with a hatred so deep it seemed to suck the oxygen out of the air. He did not draw any weapon. He did not observe the ten thousand wolves who surrounded him. He fixed his entire gaze on Dante and me through his one burning crimson eye. Mad King, did you really believe you could remain hidden behind flashlights and toys? Vane’s voice wasn't loud, but it carried a terrifying, unnatural weight that echoed across the entire battlefield. Dante moved in front of me while he tightened his hold on the broadsword he carried. Dante mocked Vane by saying that the light had created a permanent mark on him while his golden eyes shone with fearles

It was now time for him to be on the defensive. While some hunters bolted, ten of them remained, and we attacked. Alex and I went for Glover. When he shifted, I understood why he had only one eye. The other eye was my father's eyes. He tried to compel me, but it didn't work. To my horror, Alex was battling the effect of the eye. To protect my mate, I launched at Glover and yanked out my father's eye with my claw. " Today, you die." That was what I told him. He tried to turn to mist, but Alex yanked him back and pressed him to the ground.

On the opening day of my art exhibition, a peculiar package arrived—a painting from Tristan. He'd patched it up, of course, but the two butterflies, once vibrant, now bore a visible crack down the middle. I gave a wry smile, as I'd known he would send it; just days ago, I had "accidentally" let slip to our mutual friends that I'd be holding an exhibit. Tristan always took the bait. He wouldn't resist a chance to play his little game.

I was now left with whatever leftovers each town had to offer. I wore my navy suit today, affixed with the High Moon crest. It was tailored to my broad, wide shoulders, and made my way through the village. The townspeople quickly moved out of my way and bowed in respect. Some tried not to stare at the gash under my eye. The battle took place years before. If the beast had been an inch higher, I would have lost my right eye. My dark obsidian eyes... The Goddess gave me these eyes to match my stoic face and furrowed brows. My hair was wild and unkept. I cared little what people thought of me and made no effort to hide my disdain.

The woman urged, “Let’s fight! If you win, there will be a lot of time to talk.” As she spoke, two red flames erupted from her fiery phoenix eyes and shot toward Thea’s left eye. Simultaneously, from the other side, two purple-gold dragons shot out from Marcus’s eyes into Thea’s right eye. The scenes within their six eyes transformed rapidly in an instant, forming an illusory battlefield in a mystical space. In this space battlefield, the woman with the phoenix head launched the first attack on Thea. Her phoenix wings spread wide, filling the sky with flames that blotted out the sun. Marcus joined in, clapping his hands together. Two red-gold dragons roared and charged at Thea.