Ten Tails Eye Novels & Stories

Fingers crossed. Twins, handsome twins, but the leader doesn't sport the magic eyes like his brother. Magic eyes because I have no other words for them, they are entrancing, tempting and different colors; One the color of the earth and the other of the heavens. My gaze shifts to Talia and her stupid smirk, and she looks right at me. I already know what she's thinking: “You did this to yourself”. I did, and I am going to survive this, like everything else that came before.

His claws were like rusted knives, ready to tear flesh apart. But the most terrifying aspect was his eyes. Completely black, without iris or sclera. Two deep, unfathomable pits that seemed to suck the soul. Above his deformed head, white hair shone like exposed bones. The pointed ears kept moving, amplifying the sounds of Leia's rapid breathing.

“Kept what hidden? I saw him lose both eyes! Both!” Cullen, who was still leaning weakly against the pillows, frowned hard. “Selena’s right. I saw the wound. There were no eyes left to keep.” The spy shook his head slightly. “He grew another one. Not a real eye. A magical one. A stored one. Something he kept for emergencies.” I gasped. “How does someone keep spare eyes? Like… like spare shoes?” Ava pinched the bridge of her nose. “Can we not compare eyeballs to shoes?”

“If you ask them about it, you will have to tell them about seeing me. If you do that, I swear they will pack everything up and move. Meaning you will not see me for a while.” As he finished speaking, I noticed his eyes had gone bright red and you didn't hear the owls anymore. “I’ve always trusted you more than my parents so why would I ask them, since you have already said they have been lying to me.” When I looked away from Marcus, I noticed there were about 7 pairs of vibrant colored eyes surrounding us. Slowly another set appeared but were purple with gold specks.

Her bare feet were planted wide, like she was bracing against an invisible wind. But her eyes— Her eyes were wrong. The faint shimmer Elena had seen before—the one she'd tried to convince herself was just a trick of the light—was spreading. Consuming. The soft green Elena loved, the color of new leaves, disappeared completely. Replaced by liquid silver that filled her daughter's eyes from edge to edge. No pupils. No whites. Just pure, gleaming metal that seemed to glow from within, casting faint reflections on the steel counters like moonlight on water.

He seemed eager for a drama to unfold. She also couldn't help frowning at how terrible of an imitation the other four-tailed blackie was. His tails were each half a meter and just seemed to be there for decoration or wagging. Yes, the eyes blazed more than a Lycan's- a chilling scarlet and that build, and fur that sends shudders down one's spine. But the distinction was as clear as day and night. Even a kid like her could tell who among them was a fake.

The redness in Jones Henry's eyes became more and more intense, and even tears of blood began to flow out of his eyes. "I'm afraid that all of you still do not know what it is that allowed us to discover Bone-refining Essence Silkworms. Now, let me show you just how terrifying it is to have broken that Eight-eyed's decades of seal!"

The true form of the entity slowly emerged from the confines of the Demon's Box—a colossal being shrouded in a sinister blood-red hue. The creature had a humanoid form, yet it bore eight eyes upon its face. These eyes lacked pupils, each adorned with unique, intricate trigram patterns. At the center of this arrangement, where a ninth eye might be expected, lay a gaping maw—a monstrous oval filled with rows of razor-sharp teeth, making for a terrifying display. Its body was marred by tattered flesh wounds, from which oozed repulsive pus and blood, transforming into countless maggots that writhed across the ground.

Fiona had a pair of big doll eyes and it has the same color as those of the finest emerald. Those beautiful eyes of hers were framed by thick and long eyelashes. It was so long that Allan was even starting to doubt if Fiona's eyes were modeled after the eyes of an ostrich.

But it was a mole nonetheless. I liked to find little things about her. I did most of these things when she was asleep. She would not move and I would be able to analyze her whole body, watch and find imperfections that made her even more perfect. Sully had 145 lashes on the upper lid of her left eye and 139 lashes on the upper lid of the right eye. She had 65 lashes on the bottom lid of her left eye and 73 lashes on the bottom lid of her right eye. Less perhaps at this moment since I had not counted it last night.