The Eye Of The World Novels & Stories

When I pressed my hand, or more accurately the back of my hand, against the metal stand, I was leaving evidence to prove that it was Cyprus, not me. And it worked. But that's what you get when you try to play me. You lose. I'm not called Sundew, a type of carnivorous plant, for nothing. I'm deadly. And if I have to lose some blood and have a hole torn through my side to get you out, I'll do it. I'll rip out my throat to see you die. For your death, I trade my eye for a bullet. All to bring you down. I can do it.

“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.

“Why so hurry? You, just came, right? Isn’t the carnival fun that you will never want to miss?” “Nope, we are good to go. It’s time to go to the next floor.” “Do you really want to go back to the world?” “Isn’t it obvious?” “Why?” “Do I need to answer it? “I’ll let you leave this floor if you can give me a satisfying answer of what I just questioned you.” “The world needs me.” “Really? How do you know?” “As I am the world protector.” “Does it need protecting?” “Nope.” “Then? Why do you think the world needs you?”

Thanks, brain, I guess. I can hear footsteps coming at me and shouts of bitch you will never get away with this! As I turn to the corner, my ears are suddenly surrounded by faint chatters from people getting louder. A song is still ringing through my earphones as Agon screamed: THE WORLD IS CRUEL THE WORLD IS UNFAIR BUT WE SHOULDN'T BLAME THE WORLD FOR ITS PEOPLE THAT NEVER CARED NATIONS SHALL UNITE BUT WE CREATED WARS I CAN'T BELIEVE MOST OF YOU BELIEVE IN GOD

They both stared at me, eyes wide as flying saucers, and chorused the same word at the same time: "What?"

She pulled back, grabbing me by my shoulders, and looking into my eyes. She gasped, “Your eyes look different!” I gasped, “What’s wrong with them?” She smiled, “Nothing is wrong per say, but your left eye is gold now. Like a bright vibrant gold.” “So is yours!” I pointed out. “Your right eye is gold!” I pulled out of her grip and we ran to the bathroom to look in the mirror. I saw my reflection and put my hand up to my face in shock. My left eye was gold, and it was pretty.

Rumble… That was when a gigantic eye opened on the jet-black wall behind her. The pupil was encircled with green specks, and as it moved, a voice that seemed to speak from the infinite universe itself asked, "Your Eminence… Is Caleb Crawford really possessed by the Coffin of the Gods?" The world around the woman shattered as the Great Eye finished, revealing the infinite universe.

The eye scanned the cloud, but the salt kept the city’s secrets safe. It’s working, Marcus whispered through the radio. It can’t see us! But the Foundation wasn’t giving up. The giant eye didn’t turn away—instead, its silver light burned red, deep and angry. If the bread will not rise, it must be kneaded, the eye’s voice thundered. Not a person’s voice, but the grind of stones and the scream of metal. This time, the metal arm didn’t grab for people. It went for the city itself, wrapping its huge metal fingers around the edge of New York.

His eyes met mine And the world goes still.

The monster’s final moments. She looked up, “Is … is it real?” Suluu, without even sitting up, gestured toward a wall of hanging vines, which parted with a small movement of his hands. “Welcome to the One World, Ilyria.” Golden sunlight dappled the room through the shelter of banyan leaves and Ilyria closed her eyes as she felt its heat warming her naked body. When she opened her eyes, she took in a sight she could never have imagined. Just beyond the vines and a narrow strip of sand, lapped an azure mass of water such as she had only seen in visions of the One World. Her eyes, accustomed to a world of sand, could hardly comprehend so much water. Farther out on the water rose the spires of d