Ten Tails Eye Novels & Stories

There was a loud silence as everyone was captivated by the intricate design of the painting. It was a complex drawing of a beast that had four heads. Heads that look like a mixture of wolf and man and each head having different eye colors. Bright blue ocean eyes like spirit. Red bloody eyes like flames of anger A golden yellow eyes like jealousy and lust and lastly silver, gray eyes like a plague of death. The heads shared one body with two arms and legs but it had four separate tails with three tails moderately lengthy while the fourth one which is the tail in the middle was significantly longer than the rest and the background was pitch dark like the darkest night.

The blue-eyed baldie did the same and one by one, the others turned their necks to what it was. Eallric walked towards it first, trying to make sense of what was before his eyes. A defunct tyronimic scattered itself on the ground with its three horrible heads that had shrewd, atrocious looking horns on each head. Its sturdy legs were spread out to in different directions making it look like an octopus with tentacles stretched out, which meant that it - and maybe other tyronimics, were naturally lithe and ductile. They all fell silent, again and only their shrewd footsteps as they changed their positions could be heard.

*"Sister." I whirled around so fast my curls slapped my cheeks. The girl standing there looked almost like me. Same curly hair. Same nose. But her eyes... They weren't right. Not like Mother's pretty gold. These were wrong-color, like when you look at the sun too long and see purple spots after. When she tilted her head, I saw the numbers tattooed behind her ear: **VIII** in thick black ink. "You're the eighth one," I whispered. My throat felt full of bees.

"It wasn't that dark. What color were their eyes?" "I don't remember." "Yes you do. Everyone remembers the eyes. They glow. What color?" He was sweating now. "Green?" Wrong. They were silver. Bright silver that looked like liquid metal. "How many were there?" "I don't know. Many." "Give me a number." "Ten? Twenty?" "How tall were they?" "Tall. Very tall." "Taller than Nero?" "I. Yes?" He was guessing. Making it up as he went. I looked at his arms. His neck. The exposed skin.

“The one that caused the explosion and almost killed my mate,” Lee said with a smile, the smile was dominating. “I am back and better than before,” he said, then they all saw him rip the chains off the wall. “Babe, what are you doing the chains are silver, they will damage you,” Jena said rushing towards him but stopping when she saw his eyes. The ball of the eyes was red, the iris was royal blue and the center was black. The black looked like it can suck anyone into the depths of hell.

He immediately exited the room and headed for the hallway, following his hunch. Justin's steps came to a halt when he saw a terrifying figure at the fire escape door. This creature has six eyes, two of which are common to humans, the other two are directly under each eye, and the other two are at the back of the head. Justin was surprised because his body was really like a monster. The creature had two legs that were exactly like those of a dinosaur, and its arms were as long as an octopus.

I snap He nods and I can see the fear in his face. I take the baby, this tiny precious child. Before I head back to the pack I decide I can’t give a dead baby in a bag to my Luna. I mindlink the pack memorial centre and have the make a small coffin especially for the child. I arrange a private room at the chapel of rest for us to prepare him for viewing. It’s strange because although the baby is tiny he looks very well formed. More so than a normal wild for this stage of gestation. It’s a shame he didn’t make it, I’m sure he would have been a powerful wolf and most likely had some sort of power from his double Alpha bloodline.

And just like his hands, his feet ended in giant curved talons. The beast crouched low over a sphere that had been engraved with what looked like land masses - similar to a spherical map from home. A sharpened arrow at the front of the statue had me moving around to view the creature from the back. The raised bumps of his spine spoke towards the spikes on Ten's back than any rib cage I've ever seen. From the base of the spine, a long column of bumps and ridges flowed into a length of tail that terminated in the arrow that curled around the globe.

I might look rather shocked. Cynamon is giggling into her hand, a tear escaping her eyes and the doctor looks rather amused too. “No need to worry Mr Peters ... all fetuses have a tail at this stage, a reminder of earlier evolutionary stages ... it will disappear as the fetus evolves, except for a very few cases”. “She could have a tail ?” Sorry but I can’t get that picture out of my head. “She could have a wagging competition with Blue then”. Cynamon looks way to amused by this.

mene, mene tekel, upharsin Close to screaming, Gavin looked over his shoulder at the thing, the tentacle wrapped around his ankle. A vision borne of nightmares, it throbbed and writhed with a muscular pulse. A dark, mottled green-brown, its hide bristled with thousands of tiny hairs, and as the tentacle tightened around his ankle, those hairs unbelievably pierced his pants and dug into his skin. And at the tentacle’s end, he saw curved hulks defying description, lined with rows of mad, glittering alien eyes. Its form continuously shifted as tentacles coiled and writhed above It in a serpentine halo.