The Six Eyes Mga Nobela at Kwento

"WHOA!'' A collective gasped from the crowd. Heart shaped face. Angled, full black eyebrows and thick, long eyelashes. High, thin and pointed nose. Natural rosy cheeks. Velvety honey skin. And most importantly, her charmer asset, pair of amber eyes. Approximately less than a million of the world population possess such a rare color of eyes. It just happens, Care is one of the blessed few. She possesses a beauty unrivaled, too. How perfect can she be! People pushed and pulled against each other competing to give her their good graces. "Truly, diamond of the first water." Skylar complimented, taking her hand to kiss it. The gentleman is a Rivas, an heir to their mining and construction busines

Nehmetawy tells me simply, the six other Gods and Goddesses nodding their head in agreement. “My eyes?” A dumbfounded look appears on my face. They can’t seriously think I am their savior just because of my eyes. A lot of beings have blue colored eyes, mine are nothing special. I know plenty of other wolves whose eyes flash blue when they’re angry. My mother being one of them. “Yes, your eyes.” Isis says again, as if that answers everything. “Well, what about my eyes?” Panic starts to set in within me. I don’t want to be their savior. This is already too much for me without adding the extra pressure of saving Gods and bringing about peace.

She dropped her head immediately, entirely unwilling to look up into his dangerous eyes, and silently prayed that he would just leave her alone. Alexander noticed her lovely eyes gazing frantically down at the floor, completely avoiding his own. He was instantly enraged. He desperately wanted to see her eyes—her beautiful, expressive green eyes that perfectly revealed exactly how terrified she was of him. He fiercely wanted to see those fearful eyes looking up at him.

Nezeira felt the restlessness and said, "Is there something bothering you princess?" Euphenia, "Ohhhhh, actually I do have a question." Nezeira looked at her and said, "Please ask." Euphenia, "I have heard about Your Highness many times. Especially about your eyes. But….." Nezeira, "I wear black contacts. Trying not to draw too much attention." Euphenia gleamed and replied, "No wonder!" Nezeira, "So, what do have to share regarding these Beasts?"

I drew my Vulcan Bow and aimed it at one of the eyes. The eye I was aiming at immediately closed, but the other eyes seemed more active. “Oh, no, no, no. Knight Nuri Rodriguez. You can't kill me. I have many eyes, and you only have one chance. If you choose the right eye, you will leave here. On the contrary, if you make the wrong choice, you will be stuck here forever.” “Your vision will not last long. I will kill you.” “Oh, don't say such terrible things. My vision has something you like best. You'll love it.”

Sleep takes me fast. And for the first time in six days I dream. Not about stone walls or grey light or masks. About a hall. About light coming through windows that have been closed for sixty years. About a man at the end of it... waiting.

June's POV. I never asked for any of this. Not the nightmares. Not the fear. And definitely not the war. I was happy staying in the background—patching up bruises, brewing teas, and reminding stubborn warriors to rest after battle. I was the healer. The quiet one. The one people barely noticed. But everything changed the night I saw it. The thing with red eyes. It wasn’t a wolf. It wasn’t a man. It was something else. Something twisted. Ancient. And it looked right at me like it knew me.

June looked up at the walls. High above them two massive white circles were stuck in the nerves. They looked like blind eyes. "If we hit the eyes the Moon goes blind " June 04 cried. "The aliens will not be able to find the Heart! They will think the Moon is dead and leave!" ". The eyes are so high up!" Dante shouted. "Not for long " June said. She looked at the liquid on the floor. "General! You said you were the Mind! Can you move the ship?" The silver liquid moved.

Flashback — Sybil’s Memory Long ago, before Mia. Before Selene. Before the first veil frayed—there were only six. The Six Tribes of the Elements. One of each: fire, shadow, wind, blood, thought, and time. But something happened. Something no prophecy ever recorded. A seventh spark was born in secret. One without tribe. Without realm. It was a mistake. Or a warning. It was erased. Until now. Mia’s POV I barely noticed I was standing. “What are you saying?” I asked.