The Six Eyes Novels & Stories

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.

My heart rose to my throat, goosebumps pelting my skin. “Six,” Kevin replied, and my body trembled. “Kai, let him go. Else, I’d—” Kai puffed heavily, sweat forming on his temples, as he took off Kevin's glasses, revealing bright steel eyes. His eyes reddened like molten fire. “How many of my children did you lose?”

A warm feeling encircled round my body as my eyes glowed while I smiled as I stared into the house, it's like I was dreaming, the once blooming park house which seem unpenetratable was now glowing, it's like my eyes were seeing things, the sea was glowing, I could now see through it, like I could literally see everything underneath the glowing Ocean. "Am impress Alicia, your Atlantian eyes have upgraded to the next level at such a young age, the god eye. It took me long enough before mine could do that!" Alvarez said and smiled

My body instinctively reacted, every nerve on high alert, and for one fleeting moment I wondered what it would be like to look into his eyes again. And I too stayed stock-still, not daring to capture what else his eyes would reveal.

Not corrupted. No. These were the eyes of Chaos Incarnate. A spiral of white and black with crimson red edges, layered with cosmic rings, endless and hollow. It was even old, ancient and unfeeling. The same eyes he had before the memory seal. The same eyes Lucifer once feared and loved.

“We’re… _loud_. Too much power. He slides off.” “Adults?” I asked. Nero looked at Kieran. At Darius. At Gregor. “You’re _quiet_,” he said. Apologetic. “To him, you’re _empty houses_. Easy to walk into.” Lyra’s fire popped. “So let him try _me_.” “No,” Kieran and I said at once. She glared. “I’m _Six_. I’m _fire_. I burn things _out_.” “Four isn’t a _thing_,” Tempo said. His voice was older than 16. _Centuries_ older. “He’s _absence_. You can’t burn _nothing_.”

Not only did I survive the Arctic’s bitter cold for three months, but I gained five pounds as well. Color returned to my pasty face. The hair I lost in clumps due to anxiety had grown back with a vengeance. Tyler observed the data I had compiled and patted my shoulder emotionally. “Naomi, you’re meant to work in this field. I see the light in your eyes again.” I stared at the spectacular northern lights outside the window and smiled. That was right. I felt alive again. One evening on a weekend, I checked the time difference and FaceTimed my parents.

Time was of the essence, and I needed to help Johnra and return to Briarwood to alert the pack of Kodessa's kidnapping. The image of Fleki's eyes kept flashing in my mind. They were eyes I was very familiar with, our father's evil, vicious eyes. But, deep down, I knew ‌Fleki was way worse than our father, and if we did not stop him, he would destroy anyone in his path.

"Is this retribution for all the things I have done?" The next day, Zoe had a nightmare. In her nightmare, all her limbs had been tied, and she could not move. When she opened her eyes, she saw a man dressed in black holding a dagger. The man pressed her head down with one hand while his other hand plunged a dagger into her eye. He used the dagger to gouge her eyeballs out! "Ah—!" Zoe screamed miserably! This was not a dream! This was real! Both her eyeballs had been gouged out!

“I'll rip your tongue out, son of a bitch.” Katie growled, but he only reacted by pressing his body even harder against her, which only fueled her need. Her own body was betraying her. “Who the hell are you?” he growled, his voice piercing her skin, giving her goosebumps. He was so close to her that she stared right into her silvery eyes, which were swirling with power; this wasn't normal, even for werewolves; eyes weren't meant to do that.