The Nine Eyes Of Lucien Mga Nobela at Kwento

My eyes were transfixed on the horror unfolding in front of me. Liam cooed in my arms and I gently placed my little palm on his mouth. The cacophony of destruction and war was too loud but I could not risk being seen. My Ma had asked me to look after Liam and I would not fail her. So, I just watched as the lycans’ claws tore through the walls as if they were made of paper. Everything was falling down, and everything was getting destroyed but luckily reinforcement arrived. They drove the lycans away or rather the lycans found more people to kill. So they left our home and turned around.

He grins with a cracked tooth and one swollen eye. “You think this ends with us?” he spits. “I’ve got rogues waiting outside. They’ll tear you apart.” Lucien doesn’t flinch. He kicks open the door. Outside, dozens of glowing eyes stare back. Half-shifted wolves. Fighters. Some look feral. Others calm but ready. They block the exit. My stomach knots. We’re surrounded. Lucien doesn’t even blink. “Really?” he mutters. Then he tilts his head back.

Icy blue eyes bored into me from the distance, now looking like flames ready to strike. Lucien had been watching.

He ignored my question, staring at me with those cold, soulless eyes. “You go wherever I tell you to. Don’t ask stupid questions.” I snapped back, my voice tight, “If you won't tell me where you're taking me—” Before I could finish, his hand clamped around my throat. His eyes glowed red as he leaned in, growling into my ear. I yielded instantly. Grabbing my black leather jacket, I followed Lucien and the messengers without another word. --- We arrived at the Great Hall, its ancient stone walls whispering secrets of generations past. The air was thick with power and presence. Lycan packs had gathered from every corner, young and old, powerful and noble.

My wide eyes trailed below… I gulped. Fuck. When I said monstrous, it was an understatement. Up close, this twelve-inch, uncut cock would rip my tiny vaginal hole to pieces. I snapped my eyes shut. “Eyes on me, baby,” Lucian groaned. I bit my lower lip when his thick hands began to palm his cock vigorously. He held it in a tight grip, going up and down, with his blazing eyes locked on mine. Then he went faster, and his cock grew longer. Its veiny and throbbing head dripped precum continuously.

Lucr hungrily devoured her food which was like a mountain and even dished more. "WOW she eats like two grown wolves.'Rex said making me laugh as Everyone turned to look in my direction."What's so funny Cas?dad asked releasing his aura making me bare my neck in submission. "stopp_d_a_d."I manage to mind link him but it seems Alec was angry at me for God knows what."what's wrong mom? you seem pressured."our heads snap towards Luci who was shoving crayfish into her mouth. Dad reliazed that his aura was affecting Jane in the process of making me submit but it was not affecting Lucy which kept us wondering why?

His face was blank, his lips moving faintly with words she could barely hear. Elene dropped the glass she had been holding; it shattered on the floor, but she didn’t notice. She rushed to him, grabbing his wrist and forcing the knife away. “NO! NO, Lucy, stop!” she cried, her voice breaking. Lucien didn’t resist. He didn’t fight her. But his eyes… his eyes were empty, staring straight through her as if she wasn’t even there. The knife clattered to the ground, and Elene quickly pulled him into her arms, pressing his bleeding wrist against her shirt, trying desperately to stop the flow.

The dark fog surrounding the castle was instantly burned away by the heat of the golden beam. Evangeline froze, her crimson spear faltering as she stared at the light in utter disbelief. "What? No... that seal was supposed to hold for days!" Inside the library, Lucien’s eyes snapped open. But they weren't his usual dark, human eyes. And they weren't silver like Gina's. They were a brilliant, blazing solid gold. The black, corrupted veins on his skin didn't just recede; they burned away into white ash. The black sword sticking through his chest shattered into a thousand harmless pieces.

That precise, pale green that I had looked into across boardrooms and arguments and quiet mornings and the specific terrifying intimacy of loving someone completely, and seeing that color in this face was the most disorienting thing I had experienced yet, including the shed and the binding and the hunger, because my body kept doing something involuntary every time it registered that color and my mind kept having to correct the response. Same color. Wrong everything else. Where Lucien's eyes were precise and present and always, without exception, specifically on me in the way of someone genuinely seeing, these eyes had the quality of something that had been looking at me for a long time from

The next instant, Lucien launched himself away from my body and threw the blanket over our bodies covering the sight of nakedness. My thoughts began to get jumbled as I observed how Lucien's face had become devoid of colors. When I could not help but feel a growing sense of curiosity, I turned in the direction of Lucian's terrified stare. As soon as I laid my eyes on those eyes, which were a bluish-gray color and clouded over with hatred, my heart began to pound in my breast. Breathtaking... I had seen him once or twice at most. His face was so magnificent that the word ‘forgetting’ wouldn't allow itself even if one tries their hardest to.