Tyrant's Eye Novels & Stories

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.

She was telling the truth or a version of the truth she believed. “Why are you telling me this?” “Honestly, my intentions are far from genuine. Ariana is back at my pack and I know Carter loves power and he loves to control people who have power. Add that to the fact that they were mated and it would explain all the googly eyes he has been making at her since we got back home. He wants to keep her and that's betraying me so this is payback.” He was making googly eyes at her? She had not complained about his behavior to me. We talked all the time and she had never mentioned it. Maybe she had not noticed or maybe she did and she didn't mind it.

Only a priest's prayers could ensure that Daeleen received my eyes. Onlookers expressed envy, and some were even moved to tears by Samuel's devotion to Daeleen. What they did not know was that the romantic Capo they were admiring had plucked out his own wife's eyes, and that the owner of the eyeballs on display were now lying on a bed, staring into nothing but darkness. There was no painkiller being administered. All the moans from the pain left me panting for air, with only the ventilator to keep me from suffocating.

Queen yelled back, her emotions bottling up in her as she looked away. "It's only right if I do the same, an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. A soul for a soul," she snarled, and her eyes darkened and her hands fisted. Abruptly, a thunderclap broke out in the bright sky and the cloud began to gather heavily, it appears the heavens would pour their water onto the earth sooner or later.

She asked, but her voice was frighteningly calm. I gulped. "I got tired of using it, Your Majesty. I want to see the world with my eyes, while I still…" I need to be quiet. "I mean, I want to see everything that I couldn't all those years. I'm tired of being afraid of what I'm going to see, death comes to everybody and there's nothing we can do about it. It's not like I'll cause someone's death with my eyes, I'm just going to see it. Although most people don't seem to understand that, or rather, they don't want to. And that's okay, I don't mind people blaming me for it, not anymore. I just won't stand being accused of something I didn't do, like killing someone especially because I didn't wa

“Well Addy, when I tell you too, you need to close your eyes so tightly, so you cannot see anything for as long as you can” “I will close mine too and Fleki will watch and count, whoever closes them the longest wins a prize”. “That is easy Johnra, I will win”, squealing with delight, Atticus practises opening and shutting his eyes. “Ready set go” Johnra whispers into Atticusś ear, he promptly closes his eyes and covers them with both hands. The door to the towers is smeared with blood, the guard lays in a pool of blood, his head nearly detached from his body. A rancid odour emanated from where his bodily functions had released and soiled the ground around them.

The texture was coarse, like warm sandpaper, yet the movement was unexpectedly careful, almost as though it was afraid of hurting me. I stared at it in stunned disbelief. Why... wasn't it killing me? I stared into those glowing crimson eyes, and for one suspended moment, the forest simply... disappeared. The fear was still there. I could feel it clawing at my chest, urging me to run, to scream, to look away. But I couldn't. There was something in those eyes that held me captive. They weren't empty or animalistic. They carried an ancient depth that made my soul tremble, as though they had witnessed centuries come and go. And somehow, impossibly, they felt... familiar.

he spits disrespectfully and I cannot believe how much Tyrone has changed. Iris doesn’t answer him but instead begins to chant under her breath. Tyrone growls and moves to lunge at her, and I hold my breath wanting to scream ‘Look out!’ but couldn’t due to me being weak and my injuries. The moon shaped mark on Grandma Iris’ forehead glowed bright and when she opened her eyes, both eyeballs glowed bright blue, like she embodies the moon goddess herself. Suddenly, Tyrone’s body drops dead on the ground. After that, Liana’s presence grow weak as does my body, the last thing I see is Grandma Iris’ eyes and mark going back to normal before my head falls back to the ground.

that the prophecy had promised to shatter. They stood on the helipad now, their bespoke Italian suits ruined by the freezing downpour, their custom leather shoes slipping on the wet concrete. They stared at the shimmering Door with wide, manic, bloodshot eyes. The sheer impossibility of it short-circuited their logical minds. Where Jack and Marcus had seen a sanctuary, the Tyrants saw the ultimate escape. They saw a new world, untapped markets, immortality, and infinite, unpoliced power.

I was stuck to the ground, weeping. “Tyrion, you caused this—” I sniffled and wiped my runny nose. It seemed I was going blind. I couldn't help myself any longer. The little strength I had in me was already consumed and there was no hope of returning home again. Dizziness overwhelmed me. My palms reached to the floor as I tried to hold onto something. A figure appeared before me. He was a man. He looked familiar. His scent too was one I inhaled at the resort. “I hate you, Tyrion—” everything went blank.