Tobias Ghost Eyes Novelas e Histórias

He pulled my hair even more so that my face was clearly visible to him but I was quick to shut my eyes. "Look at me.", Tobias hissed. But I kept my eyes closed. Soon a loud noise echoed through the room. Tobias has slapped me hard. I could taste my own blood in my mouth. I looked at him with disbelief. At that moment I hoped he had already killed me. "Aahhh...", a cry left my mouth. My strong facade was fading as fear was creeping through the spine. "Look at me.", Tobias hissed again and this time I obeyed him. As I looked at him a chill ran down my spine. His eyes were looking at me in a lust full way.

Ronald straightened slightly and immediately winced, pressing a hand briefly against his side. “Cross and star.” He repeated. The crease between his brows told me he knew something. He didn’t share his thoughts. “Anything else?” I swallowed down my disappointment. “The janitor.” His head tilted. “His eyes,” I whispered, flashes of those cold empty blue eyes came up. “They looked like his and his name was…” “Tobias.” I nodded. “I know I’m reaching but it’s too much of a coincidence. Every where I turn, it’s like he’s there… watching me.”

But the strangest thing happened. As my face turned to him, the contact lens from my left eye fell. The green-brown shimmer vanished. My real eye, its haunting icy blue hue, locked onto his. And his entire world seemed to freeze. His lips parted. His chest stopped moving for a breath too long. He stared at me “…Amiee?” he whispered. I blinked through the blur, confused. “What?” His hand loosened in my hair. His expression changed—not softer, just... haunted.

Nomo shouted, his finger tightening on the rifle. Toby didn't have time to answer. He didn't have time to scream. Suddenly, Toby’s head didn't just snap back—it erupted. It wasn't a bullet or a blade. It was a massive, involuntary burst of psychic pressure that originated from the center of his skull. The force of the explosion sent Toby’s visor flying across the room, followed by a spray of bone and dark, pressurized blood that painted the violet-blue walls a sickening shade of crimson. Toby’s body stood upright for a single, gruesome second, the execution device falling from his lifeless fingers and clattering to the floor. Then, he crumpled like a marionette with its strings cut, his rema

His claws rested against nothing and still seemed capable of breaking mountains. His eyes were blue. Intense. Deep. The same impossible depth I had seen in Tobias’s eyes, but older. Larger. Less human. Looking into them felt like staring into a sky that had watched kingdoms burn and still remembered the first name of every flame. I should have been afraid. I was. But not because he hated me. Because he was power, and power did not have to be hostile to make the body tremble.

"Why are you still standing there? Are you really going to watch her take her life?" Tobias' expression was stormy, and the veins on his forehead protruded. His eyes were frosty. When he looked at Anna, his gaze was sharp. "You know I hate it when people lie to me and try to manipulate me, Anna. Are you sure you want to do this?" Even if he had been delirious from his fever, he knew he hadn't touched a hair on her head! Anna was frightened by the look in his eyes, but it was too late for her to turn back.

In a worst-case scenario, we would go down with all the haunts! The haunts could feel it too; the air was thick with our grit and guts. The haunts were indecisive, hovering in the air, until I flashed the gold coins in my account again with a flick of my wrist. Their eyes blazed like torches. They transformed from ice-cold killers to groveling sidekicks in a heartbeat. I was speechless. The haunts let out a beastly howl, and a whole horde of haunts came rushing in, then zipped off through a space crack.

Were they going to shift? “Tobias, what’s wrong with them?” She was freaking out and she wasn’t the only one. Her hazel eyes blinked away frightened tears. Gone was the sassy bitch we saw in the room when Darrius was tortured. Gone were the googly eyes of love. Instead, her face was full of alarm and distress as she bit the bottom of those full lips.

*****ALPHA XANDER’S POV**** "Welcome back," the second ghost said, a hint of excitement in her voice. "You're intelligent, figuring it out without my hint, which you couldn't decipher." She extended her hand towards me, and I reluctantly handed her the eyeball she had requested. She giggled and swallowed it, transforming into a terrifying octopus in the blink of an eye. Its menacing tentacles writhed everywhere, except where I stood. The sheer size of the creature overwhelmed me with fear, and I struggled to maintain eye contact.

This was one of the strange, unexplainable things happening to me. When I lifted my head, I caught Tobias staring at me with disbelief written all over his face. His lips parted, his eyes wide, as if he had seen a ghost. It was the same look I saw on the faces of the villagers that night—fear mixed with confusion. My stomach churned.