Strike Eyes Novels & Stories

“What’s wrong with my eyes?” Ferna leaned over, squinting at me. “They’re dull, red and spooky. Like you have seen the secrets in the vaults of Orza.” Elsie nodded, stretching the bottle at me. “This will brighten them. It’s made with luminescent dew from the Whispering Orchards.” “I thought that stuff was illegal,” I muttered. Ferna waved her hand dismissively. “Only if you use more than three drops. If you use four, you start hallucinating your worst fears and your nose bleeds stars.”

She picked up the mirror lying on top. The light caught the glass and flashed into her eyes. She shut her eyes for a second. When she opened them again, she found herself staring into a pair of vicious eyes in the mirror.

Tears that I didn’t know were there spill from my eyes, staining the table with their bitter trails, mingling with the blood on it. I hear the crack of the whip, but surprisingly, I don’t feel its sting. Confused, I shoot my eyes open, and they widen in disbelief at the scene before me. Nickolas has intercepted the whip before it could land on my back. His gaze is filled with anger as he fixes Ember with a piercing stare, his eyes ablaze with fury.

A thousand eyes followed her as she walked the bridge, the cheers of the people masked behind veils of pity and curiosity. Among them stood Ryder Coldclaw, his amber eyes fixed on her as he watched the procession. His gaze was sharp, calculating, a predator eyeing prey. He didn’t flinch, not even when their eyes met across the distance. Eva forced a neutral expression, but beneath her composed exterior, her mind raced. Her pulse quickened, the bitter taste of iron in the back of her throat. He was dangerous. She could sense it in the way his stare held her, like a wolf sizing up its next move.

The kind that says I see you and I am glad and this is everything and I will not make it weird. When she pulls back her eyes are doing something. "Do not," I say. "I am not doing anything," she says. "Your eyes are doing something," I say. "They are fine," she says, blinking rapidly. "Completely fine. Dust." "Hackney dust." "Notorious for it," she says.

Seeing the Eye was shaken, I send another wave of cherry petals at it, making it unable to have clear views of where it's should launch an attack. "[Fireball] Triple Cast!!…..FIRE!!!…FIRE!!!..FIRE!!!…". (Elias) [Incoming!!..]. (T.A.s) Three consecutive [Fireball] set off flying, bombarding the Eye. The [Fireball] explosions finally show some changes to the Eye of Beholder {Shield of Force} the greenish glass like orb around it, started to crumble away. But as the {Shield of Force} disappeared, instantly I saw a flash of pink beam shot out from the Eye, it was so fast that I was unable to use the petals to brunt the sudden attack, can't move away as it would interrupt Private Goro casting, so

"She's still a Princess, and you have to respect her even if you hate her, because you serve her now!" She made a disgusted sound. "Not like the bitch can hear me anyways," Gods help me. "I wouldn't say that, Emilia," I spoke, before opening my eyes. "If none of you want me to... Do what I do... I suggest that you don't look me in the eye!" Then opened them, trying to get used to the light of the room. The doctor came closer. "Don't worry, kid, I came prepared. I'm using dark glasses. Now look at me, let me see your eyes," he held my chin and I looked up.

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

I awake with a slight headache and sit up, looking around the room. I realize I am alone and stand carefully. I look around the room in search of the bathroom. I decided to try the black door by the balcony first, and internally dance it is. I turn the light on and look in the mirror. My hair is stuck to my face, and my eyes are puffy and red from crying. I close my eyes and take a deep breath.

Zephyr screamed as he felt his rune stir, letting his electrical energies burst forth freely. The bolts shook, sparking a bright blue-white color. They came at the eye endlessly. The eye could no longer keep up from the waves of attacks. Zephyr then put his hand together, intensifying his barrage. In an instant, the eye was completely covered in electricity. “Smite!” Zephyr commanded.