Uncle Ruckus With Normal Eyes Novels & Stories

I opened my eyes, unable to focus properly, and saw a familiar figure wavering before me. "Hmm, I think I see... Uncle Marcus," I mumbled groggily, feeling an unexpected warmth and dependence wash over me.

The ultimate power. Sneaking into the nursery, my uncle picks up one of the babies, her hair light and curling at the tips. Her crib is decorated with pink and baby blue. Looking down into the second crib, I picked up the second child, his hair darker than the shadows in the night. Dark forest greens compliment the babies' green eyes. The eyes of my uncle. He carried the fussy little girl with his arms straight out, cocking his head at her.

When the second day was almost over, I was impatient. "Uncle, can't you open your eyes now? I'm so worried about you. Please wake up." I could only pray and keep watching the progress of my uncle's condition from the screen that kept beeping, indicating that his heartbeat was still there. As I was about to speak again, I felt my uncle's hand move at my touch. Slowly, I saw his eyes move, and I could see them open. Uncle's eyes circled like someone who had just woken up from sleep. When his eyes found me, he smiled meaningfully.

They do not move a muscle or blink for several minutes. “Are they going to be okay?” Astra whispers to her mate, and he kisses her temple just as my uncle moves for the first time. His head snaps to her direction and he blinks before he stands. “Astra? Is that you ladybug?” My uncle asks, his eyes kind of disorientated. Astra breaks down into a sob. He used her childhood nickname. “Why.. What is going on? Who are you?” I clear my throat and uncle Alex’s head snaps to me instead.

When my eyes finally adjust, I see Mia pointing directly at Alaric. At the man who has the same bright blue eyes that she has. The man who’s black hair is a perfect match to Ethan’s. The man who is staring at me with an odd mixture of anger, concern, and something else… Something I can’t quite name in my hazy state. “Mama,” Mia says to me, “Who is that uncle?”

This man had greying dark brown hair, sun kissed skin with slight wrinkles from age. His eyes reminded me of Macon's. The guys conversation from a day ago echoed in my mind. This man is my uncle, and the leader of this entire charade.My lips, pinched together in refusal to talk to him. One touch and my entire plan went down the drain. I could always mind link April."I wouldn't mind link her if I was you." He smiled his dark eyes held mischief.

She tells me to have a seat while she talks to some of the fighters. Something else catches my eye. A man is standing near the big tree, watching us. He’s tall, has big shoulders, and looks kind of serious. His eyes are kind of like mine but not really. More yellow, and they shine in a way that makes me wander over to him, my head tilted to the side. He looks down at me, and I feel like I’ve seen him before, but I can’t remember when. “My uncle Jax has light brown eyes, but not like mine or yours,” I tell him, looking up at his face and pointing. “Why are your eyes like mine, hmm?” I blink a few times.

I questioned, still intrigued by his presence. “Dad sent me to you" he replied, still pulling me more vigorously than before without looking back. “Ouch, you're hurting me" I complained trying to loosen his grip, now trying to pull back in the opposite direction. He seemed more determined than ever stiffened his grip. The struggle continued and now he got furious “Get over here creature of doom" he yelled as he pushed me to the ground. I saw his eyes were not normal, it glowed differently. “ Uncle your eyes… and what happened to your voice” I was sincerely troubled by the sudden change in resonance of his voice.

I said, turning to her. She is looking at me. "I bumped into him and that was me apologizing," I said. She nodded. "He must be really upset about that." I nodded. "Very. You should have seen his angry gor.... I mean, uh, scary eyes. Yes, scary eyes." I said, clearing my throat. "I can imagine. Uncle might be the best uncle ever, but he is really scary when he is angry," she said. I nodded. "I am glad you know that," I said, forcing a smile.

He must have been gone a long time. I stood up, and tiptoed to the living room. The house looked empty and quiet until I saw a flicker of light in the study. I slowly walked to the door. I could hear Adam and Elena's voices even though they were talking in low tones. "I've tried so hard to get my uncle's approval, and just when I'm close to getting it, the old man collapses and now you're telling me someone held a board meeting?" Adam asked, his tone filled with frustration.