The Nine Eyes Of Lucien นิยาย & เรื่องราว

ADELE’S POV “What are you talking about, Lucien? What happened?” My voice came out shaky, the words tumbling over each other. I searched his face, desperate for some sign, some clue. His eyes—usually so steady, so full of that dark intensity—were red-rimmed, shining with tears he wouldn’t let fall. It scared me. Lucien didn’t do this. He didn’t break. He was the fearless beta. He closed his eyes for a long moment, like he was gathering strength from somewhere deep inside. Then he stood up, slow and deliberate, and turned to the window. His back to me, shoulders tense under his shirt, hands braced on the sill as he stared out at the palace grounds.

I knew the smart, rational choice was to get down on my knees, beg for his forgiveness, and promise him every single cent I made until the watch was paid off. Lucien finally lifted his head. Those piercing blue eyes locked onto mine, freezing the blood in my veins. They were completely dark, devoid of any warmth, and entirely unreadable. If eyes were truly the windows to a person's soul, then looking into Lucien’s was like staring directly into a pitch-black abyss. A slow, mocking smile touched the corner of his lips, but it didn't reach his eyes. “You look remarkably confident and mouthy for a common thief, Selvaggia,” he murmured, his voice a smooth, low baritone that made the hairs on my

He is just lucky that Lucien knows him too well if not he would have been bleeding by now because he can't even remove his eyes. He has been staring for straight five minutes now without blinking. The longest he has ever gone without blinking. "If not that I came back to see and know about your adventures with girls I would have thought right now that you are gay and you want to fuck me, Connor. Keep your eyes away from me. I'm a guy like you." Lucien's icy voice sounds the second he couldn't take it anymore.

My voice was barely a whisper. His head snapped up, and I recoiled. His eyes—once a piercing, stormy blue—now glowed with an eerie silver light, like the reflection of the moon against still water. They weren’t his eyes anymore. They were something else. Something otherworldly. A deep growl rumbled from his throat. I swallowed hard. "Lucien, can you hear me?"

A splash of red wine stained Lucien’s velvet suit — his favorite one. The music faltered. “Are you mad?” Lucien’s voice thundered, sharp and fierce. Everyone froze. But it wasn’t the shout that stunned them — it was what came after. Lucien’s pupils dilated until his eyes blazed crimson red, glowing like molten fire. His breath came ragged, his fingers stretching and curving until they resembled claws — sharp and black. His teeth lengthened into points that caught the candlelight. Gasps filled the hall. “What—what’s happening to him?” a woman whispered.

The blood in the petals reacted, rising in red drops, swirling around her arm, sucking into her flesh. A tremor rang out from the earth. From deep below, the blood abyss shook. --- Inside the blood abyss, Lucien opened his eyes. Before him was an endless void of blood and souls, distorted faces, wailing calls echoing everywhere. Flows of memories rushed through like blades: war, betrayal, love, sin. He was lost among them, blind in the red night. “Evelyn!” he screamed. The call echoed back, lost, then dissipated like a strangled breath.

My lips parted subconsciously as I let out a croak that didn't even sound human. Following that, I hiccuped and my chest heaved sporadically as sobs wracked my body. Staring back at me was two eyes that I was very familiar with. It was the eyes of someone who had been with me for so long. A person who had supported me through my suffering even if it was for their own selfish reasons. That's right. It was Lucien. He was staring back at me unblinking. I was currently staring down at his severed head and eyes which had lost its shine.

Evelyn stepped forward, heart racing, when a low voice echoed behind her. “You came back.” She spun around, nearly dropping the lantern. Lucien emerged from the shadows, his face pale but strangely beautiful under the moonlight. His eyes—those haunting crimson eyes—locked onto hers. He looked stronger than before, but there was something feral beneath the surface, something hungry. “I… I wasn’t sure if I’d find you,” she whispered. He didn’t smile. “You shouldn’t have come.” “I had to know if you were okay.” Lucien took a step closer. Evelyn stood her ground, though every instinct screamed at her to run. His presence was overwhelming, a force of nature cloaked in a man's form. He smelled of

Lucien's pupils darkened. For a brief moment, a faint purple glow flickered within his eyes. Elara immediately took a step back in surprise. Lucien blinked once before quickly looking away, forcing the glow to disappear. "Don't stare at me like that," he muttered gruffly. Elara frowned in confusion. "Like what?" Lucien stayed silent for a moment before continuing to walk ahead again. "Never mind." But the slight stiffness in his shoulders betrayed him completely. Behind him, Elara stared for a second longer before quietly following after him but she failed to notice the palace servants lowering their heads in shock after seeing the faint purple glow in their Alpha's eyes.