Strike Eyes Novels & Stories

The crowd was dense, but I pushed through and made a beeline for the stairs. I drew nearer and the individual glanced up and met my gaze briefly before averting his eyes. I kept back a bit, waiting for them to take the first step. Another buzz. I did not even need to check my phone to know who it was. "Close enough?" I smiled and shoved my hands into my jacket pockets and leaned in somewhat and spoke a bit softer. “You the one texting me?” He didn't say anything at first; he just sort of leaned in and displayed those incredible eyes, and I definitely saw the dark iris in his eye.

“You, beast! I’m taking everything I own from now on. Do you understand?” Sean just stared at me without saying a single word. Glints of pain flickered in his eyes, but I was already numb to his fake intentions. Note: unedited

“I'll rip your tongue out, son of a bitch.” Katie growled, but he only reacted by pressing his body even harder against her, which only fueled her need. Her own body was betraying her. “Who the hell are you?” he growled, his voice piercing her skin, giving her goosebumps. He was so close to her that she stared right into her silvery eyes, which were swirling with power; this wasn't normal, even for werewolves; eyes weren't meant to do that.

Her scream echoed through the room, shrill and panicked. "Aaah!" But as soon as she spotted someone behind me, her expression morphed in an instant. Her eyes grew red-rimmed, tears welling up like a tragic heroine. "Emily, I know you despise me, but my child… my child is a life too!" I felt a strong hand seize my wrist, and I turned to find Tristan staring at me, his gaze glacial. "That's enough," he said coldly. "Emily, I asked you to come here for a civil conversation. How could you attack Faye like this?"

Cleaner. Anger. The kind that didn’t eat inward but burned outward. A faint pressure built behind my eyes. I paused in a patch of shadow, lifting a hand to my temple. As I did, the world around the edges of my vision brightened for a blink. I caught my reflection in a narrow, leaded window. My eyes flashed silver. Just once. Just a ring of light around the pupils, there and gone. A spike of pain lanced through my skull—sharp, bright, then fading to a dull throb.

Beauty reached toward it. The moment her fingertips brushed its surface— A sharp pain shot through her wrist. She gasped. The room disappeared. Darkness. Cold. The sound of chains dragging across stone. A woman's voice echoed through the void. "Find me..." Beauty spun around. Nothing. Only endless darkness. Again the voice whispered. "Before they do." Then... Golden eyes opened within the darkness. Watching her. Waiting. Beauty jerked backward with a cry. The vision vanished. She stumbled into Alex, who caught her before she hit the floor.

I suppress another growl and watch his eyes glow no longer his deep blue eyes but bright sapphires. “She smells delectable when she’s scared,” Justin growls and I feel Ash pushing through to the surface no longer fighting him as much. Her tear-stricken face shows fear and her eyes land on mine. I can see the fear in her eyes and she is visibly shaking. She has no recognition in her eyes as to who I am but she seems puzzled by my appearance.

I stared around the class, looking at the faces with different expressions, some of them were smiling, definitely in a mocking way, some where just glowering as if they should stand up and kick my ass out of the classroom while some were staring with surprise. Suddenly, after my eyes roam around the classroom still looking for more threats, my eyes landed upon four brown blazing eyes, mouth pouted as a sign of irritation, they are already staring back at me. I gasped in shock and everything went still for the moment. Sasha Bells' and Daniel Gilder's. Those were the eyes I was looking into and these blazing eyes were as well still staring at me with such hatred I had expected. "Hey Alle babe.

The scream finally died in my throat, leaving the room ringing with sudden, heavy silence. He stared at me, mouth slightly open. Then his gaze locked on my eyes. “What’s wrong with your eyes?” he whispered, voice hoarse. I blinked hard, still breathing fast and shallow. The world looked different now. Sharper, colours seemed brighter, edges clearer than they had ever been. When I glanced at the small mirror hanging across the room, my reflection showed my eyes glowing with an unnatural silver light, the familiar gray completely replaced by something wild, luminous, and entirely new.

I just learnt how to get a hold of my powers, and the witch hunters were going to be here soon. The woman screamed again. The labour was proving difficult. I could hear the baby straining. It was a girl. I had to think fast, so I did the only thing I could do. “Sameli”. I whispered into the air and everyone fell asleep. I walked slowly to the pregnant woman. She was asleep too. I woke her up. It was dangerous for the Baby. She opened her eyes slowly, and they were the prettiest blue eyes I had ever seen. I saw worry etched on her face. Her veins popping out and going in. Pain. She was in pain.