Twenty Four Eyes Mga Nobela at Kwento

Their medium size mouth opened, revealing two teeth up and another two below, probably a size larger than ice cubes. I stood straight. What a relief, they were just half my height but their body were thick and fluffy. "What are you?" I could be so stupid sometimes. All they did was rumble and glance at me from time to time. Tell me how creepy it was seeing twenty four eyes watching you. Wait, must they be contemplating how to eat me? I shivered. This should be a dream. But no matter how I tried to convince myself that this weren't true, I couldn't do.

She ascended. Gravity released its hold on her. She floated inches off the floor. Her toes pointed down. Her arms drifted at her sides. The white hair that framed her face stood on end. It waved in a wind that didn't exist in the room. But it was her eyes that stopped my breath in my throat. I had seen Feral eyes—the mindless red of the beast. I had seen Highblood eyes—the arrogant gold of the elite. I had seen the silver of the Moon Well.

banned. I became a cyborg, the new version introduced by Daniel Denvers which doesn't cause death when the mod energy becomes completely depleted. I assimilated with the eye and it increased my mod energy exponentially, I tried to test it with a combat machine, it helped me predict combat moves, but I got hit as I sucked at combat. I tried analyzing the power of every person I saw, the eye on my right was like any other normal eye but when I gave it some mod energy it helped me find the power of others. I don't wish to explain more about the power of the eye as it has to remain confidential. If you are reading this, then you must be one of the government officials or the owner of the other

The only other thing that felt as ridiculous as that to me was when Jordan told me, "Josie needs a pair of eyes. Why won't you help her, Hazel?" "Why do you need my corneas for this? What makes her deserve this?" His expression turned ugly when he saw that I was mad. "She doesn't have friends or family, and she's lost her vision at such a young age. What do you expect her to do?" His tone had softened. "You're not the same as her, Hazel. You have me—I'll be your eyes. I'll hire someone to care for you and never leave you." It was mocking to me how serious he looked. "So, her vision matters, but mine doesn't?"

You know when your mind sees something that is so utterly beautiful, so unworldly that it distinctively focuses on the pinnacle of its interest, zeroing in on that magnificent sight, having everything else blur in the background? That's what Nate's eyes did to me. The golden, caramel orbs locked on mine and it was all I could see. His eyes are red rimmed as if the surgery was still taken its toll but his face is bare and so responsive. The butterflies, the ones that have become paralyzed a few weeks back, twitch and flutter when Nate's pupils dilate and his clear, breathtaking eyes roam around my face before dropping down my body.

If there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s that malice beats out serenity every time. I slowly turn around, a cold chill creeping down my spine as the tree line in front of us is bathed in complete darkness, but within the darkness, I see the eyes. Glowing purple eyes all massed together, slowly progressing forward. There have to be tens of thousands of them if not more. I suck in a deep breath when slowly stepping out from the blanket of darkness, is a face I haven’t seen in thirty-thousand years and yet it feels like only yesterday. His eyes are glowing a deeper, brighter purple than all the eyes around him, and his thin black beard and goatee match his shoulder-length hair, both as pitch-bla

She could sense someone or something watching her, it was a weird presence and she couldn't quite pinpoint the position as it came from everywhere. 'Who could it possibly be?' Katie wondered, her eyes narrowing as she looked around. Her thoughts raced to make sense of the situation. But a voice interrupted her thought. "Katie," Oprah called. “What are you doing?" "Oh it's nothing, just taking in the view," Katie replied but Oprah noticed her unease. “Hmm, I don't think so. Maybe I should just take a peek,” Oprah said and her eyes glowed silver. Oprah was a Mindflayer and could read people's minds but it required eye contact, so Katie hurried to hide her face.

Surely, it can't be? "Degar, pull out your cell phone, place a call to your source and ask him about the eyes." He ordered instantly. "The what?" Degar asked. "Eyes. There are only two Alphas that returned back to us in the last ten years. The answer will be gray eyes if it is who I think it is. Adanel has brown—almost black eyes. By the eyes, we will know. Call your source. Now." Degar whipped out his phone immediately and placed the call. It went through on the second ring.

Behind this door are the countless of people that belong to the underground society and I am already quite excited to meet them all and make them taste what I can do. I counted up to ten and when that is finished, I already opened the door and in that moment as well, I know that my eye color have changed from brown to red - eye colors that I only possess and that everybody fears. Well, what would the crowd think when they actually are already able to see my eyes? * Cypher

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.