Their Eyes Were Watching God Mga Nobela at Kwento

Every single body around us went still instantly. And then I saw her. Far ahead near the tree line. A figure standing partially hidden between shadows. Watching us. Watching me. Even from this distance, I recognized her instantly. Eloise. She looked exactly like memory and completely different at the same time. Long dark hair moved wildly in the wind while her pale face remained partially hidden beneath shadows. But her eyes... Moon Goddess, her eyes looked wrong somehow. Too bright. Too unstable. Too angry. For a few seconds neither of us moved. Neither of us spoke. She simply stood there staring directly at me while warriors slowly surrounded the area from all sides. Beside me, Cassius had

‘Open your eyes, Rose… danger is coming… wake up…. I pushed hard. My eyelids tore and pulled apart, orange yellow lights burst in, and I felt stung. My eyes shut. It’s cold, mum. ‘I’m with you, sweetie… open your eyes and fight….’ I tried again. This time, my eyes have adapted. A weary sound escaped from my lips as the view before me slowly cleared to the present. And then, I glared in surprise at the person standing before me. Goldie… Sparks? What’s she doing here? Where’s Ambrose?

A fire. A scream. Silver eyes watching as I burned.

Another tightened his grip on his weapon. Nobody laughed. Nobody dismissed it. Because everyone could feel it. The world was changing. Then the fracture widened. Only slightly. But enough. Something moved behind it. The entire wall fell silent. My heart stopped. Because for a brief moment I saw an eye. Massive. Golden. Watching. Not through the crack. Behind it. The eye blinked once. The fracture immediately sealed. Gone. Vanished. As though it had never existed. The storm remained. The rain remained.

Curled into what little shelter I had left. My chest tightened painfully. I didn’t need to see this. I didn't want to. But I couldn’t look away. I never could. Small hands. Shaking. Trying not to breathe too loud. Trying not to exist. My jaw clenched. Weak. That was what I had been. Weak and helpless. Watching everything burn. Watching everyone die. And doing nothing. My eyes flicked upward. Following the movement. And then.. I saw her. My entire body went still.

“It must be nice being a god. It must be nice deciding who dies. I hate you. I hate all of this. Just kill me already.” “I do whatever I want, feisty.” I finally step closer, and she lifts her head. Her eyes are pale green. Soft and alive. The most alive eyes I have seen in a long time. They remind me of every stubborn thing the earth has managed to grow despite cruelty. She holds my gaze. And for one strange moment, I want to stay here. Just looking at her. Just existing in this pause. Her face is delicate, almost painfully so. Her eyes search mine again.

Her soft and pink lips trembled as tears leaked out of her closed eyes. Her eyelashes were long and made her green eyes look breathtakingly beautiful. Now that her eyes were snapped closed, Andreas had the urge to see them again. Those were definitely the most gorgeous green color he had ever seen. It was weird, how he felt something for this little sacrificial lamb of his. She was just a child and yet she was evoking foreign emotions in him. He had never felt this way, before. As soon as he realized what he was here for, he gritted his teeth and pushed his gun against her set skin, brushing it and almost breaking it. He was quick to snap out of his thoughts.

Damien Jordan and I made our way to see Agatha. She would know for sure what is up with these killer headaches. Why were Jordan and I feeling them at the same time? We had never shared any sort of pain like this before. Well, with the exception of the bond we have. One could always sense when the other was in trouble, but we never shared the same pain. Was this because we were hybrids? Once we made it to Agatha, she welcomed us into her home. Agatha was always a strange old woman for as long as I can remember. She kept to herself mostly, unless it was helping to heal injured wolves with her remedies. Her long grey hair was pulled into a bun and her eyes were the color of fire. Red with hints

I bend and pick it up but as I stand, my eyes connect with the most beautiful, breathtaking, golden orbs. Eyes that connect explicitly on mine.

Athena blinked a few times, and opened her eyes slowly. Her eyelashes lifted in our direction, and her warm brown eyes brushed over us, but she didn't see me. She didn't stare at me directly, but the look of unbelief which spread on her face, followed by her gasp, confirmed that she could see. She looked past me, and her eyes watered. She could see. Athena could finally see. She was finally going to regain some of the old confidence she used to have. What would it be like with her being able to see?