The Stars Have Eyes Novels & Stories

The nurse's scolding left Ethan frozen in place. His eyes were locked onto my stomach, his gaze turning red-rimmed. "How could this happen?" His voice was hoarse. "Everything was fine last night. It was just a minor earthquake. How could the baby be gone? Honey, you're lying to me, aren't you?" Even as he stared at my flattened abdomen, he clung to his delusion. I wished—desperately wished—that I was lying.

He added emphasising his last curse. This angered reality and it wrinkled, Cain was observant of this and he relaxed knowing his voice has been heard. From the inks of reality, an enormous face appeared, the face looks identical to the dark space occupying stars and immature realities. The face has identified features like two burning white stars as eyes and neatly curved inferior feature representing the mouth. Not long, around the face came from oblivion, a silvery energy particles that glittered in the darkness like diamonds.

The only difference is that you can probably see me clearly while my view of you was very blurry because of the tears. I have never cry this much ever. "Remember about the stars? When you miss me nor miss seeing my face, just look over the brightest star you pointed that night. That would be me staring at you straight in to your eyes. Straight like how straight I am staring at you right now. Means staring at that star is like staring at me in the eyes already." "Just take me with you."

"Where is the host?" "It doesn't have a host, my King," I whispered, the violet-gold starlight of my aura illuminating the desolate plain. "It is the realm." As if responding to my voice, the obsidian ground beneath us began to vibrate. In the endless darkness above, stars began to open. But they weren't stars. They were eyes. Thousands upon thousands of massive, abyssal-blue eyes blinked open in the cosmic canopy, all locking their gaze onto the two tiny, glowing figures standing on the plain. The sheer scale of the entity was maddening; it was a shifting, geometric constellation of dark matter and ancient malice.

The young Beastman looked around, and admired the sight before her She was not alone, for there were celestial bodies sharing this space with her. There were at least a billion stars, and with just her eyes Kylie could see no end to them; yet, among those bright beings, there were seven that stood out: a red sun, an orange sun, a yellow sun, a green star, a blue star, an indigo star, and a violet star. They stood brightest and called to Kylie the loudest. It was as though they were asking her to choose among them which one she would have. While Kylie had never seen such a sight before, she instinctively knew what was happening. The words Sovereign Suns and Chosen Stars appeared in her head,

I am the same old me". Linking her arm in mine, we walked down the hallway. Then, finally, it was time for the ritual. The air was cool in Briarwood as we made our way to the sacred Oak Tree. Millions of stars were sprinkled over the black velvet sky, some large but most tiny pinpricks. The moon loomed largely, full and yellow, glowing, lighting the way for the wolves who gathered beneath it—their howls echoing through the night.

I can’t take my eyes off him. "Different worlds are not enough to keep us apart." I stared at him as he said those words to me. I can smell his enchanting scent because of how close we are to each other. His face was blurry. The only thing that I could see clearly are his eyes; those eyes that express more than one emotion. Eyes that sparkle the same way the fireflies danced around us. It’s as if I can see through his soul because of it. We are smiling at each other while lying on the grass, under the bright full moon.

I sat up to welcome him. "May I lay with you tonight?" He asked politely. I nodded and watched him lay his blanket behind me and lay onto his back. I turned toward him, finally seeing the stars glisten in his odd-colored eyes. It was more interesting than my mom's against my own belief. In the blue of his eyes, the stars shine like diamonds. Shimmering in and out of sight. In the green parts, it was more like emeralds. And in the purple bits, it was iridescent. My lips parted with a quiet gasp. He turned his gaze to me, breaking off the stunning shine in his eyes. Now I could see my silhouette with the orange flames blooming behind me. He raised a curious brow. His white hair was stained in

--- Selene knelt at the circle’s edge, tears stinging her eyes. “Elira,” she whispered. “I’m here.” Her daughter’s voice replied—not aloud, but inside her skull: > “The stars remember. The flames forget. But the Void… rewrites.” Selene bowed her head. The prophecy hadn’t just bent. It was folding the children into new shapes. --- That night, the stars fell from the sky. Not literally. But when Selene looked up—there were fewer than before. Whole constellations gone. As if time had peeled them away.

Andrew looked at the slight pout on my lips, his long arm reaching out to drag me back down onto the furs beside him. "Do you have any concept of how many stars the stargazers log into the ledger every single moon cycle now?" I shook my head, my eyes tracking the movement of his throat; I had spent my youth tracking wolves, not studying the cosmos. "It must be an elite gift," I muttered. "Otherwise, why would Serena use it to mock my position?" Andrew let out a deep, rumbling laugh that vibrated against my ribcage. "That is the ignorance of the lower dens speaking. With the current tracking mirrors used by the central elders, thousands of unnamed stars are discovered every winter. There is n