War Eyes Novels & Stories

Our sweet child was clinging to his daddy, which allowed me to look at his back easily. He did a have a mark but it wasn’t like anything I had seen. Two fierce looking eyes stared back at me. It was like only the eyes developed but nothing else. No nose, ears or anything. Black fur decorated the eyes that drilled wholes into whoever was looking at them. My fingers gently touched them and my wolf purred. There was something familiar with these eyes but still something comforting. Waylon handed me our child. His eyes were barely open as he snuggled into my arms. Going off what felt right, I moved him so he could latch. Hungerly, he started chugging down my sweet milk.

“I'll rip your tongue out, son of a bitch.” Katie growled, but he only reacted by pressing his body even harder against her, which only fueled her need. Her own body was betraying her. “Who the hell are you?” he growled, his voice piercing her skin, giving her goosebumps. He was so close to her that she stared right into her silvery eyes, which were swirling with power; this wasn't normal, even for werewolves; eyes weren't meant to do that.

He made it seem like I could easily rip Sylvia into pieces with just my sight. I only realized I had tears streaking down my face when I felt Marcus' hand on my cheek. "Don't cry, honey. I'm sorry. Please listen to me, okay? It's not what you think…" Marcus kept wiping my tears away in a fit of panic, but he could never stem my tears no matter how much he wiped. In the end, he just pulled me into his arms and began comforting me in soft tones. At the same time, he prevented me from looking at Sylvia.

“You, beast! I’m taking everything I own from now on. Do you understand?” Sean just stared at me without saying a single word. Glints of pain flickered in his eyes, but I was already numb to his fake intentions. Note: unedited

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.

He tenderly brought her hand to his mouth and gently kissed it. Pain seared through my body as my eyes lost focus. The faces of my family blurred until I could no longer see them. I tried to move my arms to rub my eyes, but I was unable to move. Panic set in as I began to struggle. Finally, opening my eyes, James Cooper’s face came into focus.

Cyrus First Person Point Of View "Cyrus, you are definitely hiding something. It shows all over your face." He leaned in close, and I couldn't help flinching, stepping backward until my shoulders were pressed into the wall. "I swear," I said, attempting to wipe away my eyes, which just refused to stop being all watery. "I didn't mean to—" “Enough!” he bellowed, rattling the entire room. "Hey, stop crying and listen for once!"

The weight in the air stole the words right out of their lungs. Then—crackling. Soft at first. Then growing. A low, eerie hum that crawled across the back of her neck. It was fire. And it was light. And it was alive. They turned. And everything else vanished. There, in the middle of the scorched battlefield, stood two figures so blindingly impossible that the world itself seemed to hold its breath. Two wolves. But not like anything they’d ever seen—not even in dreams. The first—massive, towering, wrapped in fire so pure it bled gold. Every movement of his fur sparked with flame, not chaotic but controlled, deliberate, powerful. His eyes were blue. Deep and endless. Familiar. Burning. Atlas.

After my eyes were plucked out, I lay on the operating table with two empty sockets on my face, resembling that of a broken doll. Samuel Sterling felt no guilt. He picked up my eyes to examine them and praised them, saying, "Daeleen was right. These really are a beautiful pair of eyes! I promised you, Daeleen. I will make all your wishes come true." As the anesthesia's effect slowly wore off, I could not help but cry out in pain. Samuel finally turned his attention to me as if blaming me for interrupting his memories of Daeleen.

His eyes had gone wrong. Not wrong like something was broken. Wrong like something was showing that was not supposed to be visible, a ring of color around his irises that was not amber and was not brown and was absolutely, completely not human. It flickered at the edges and pulsed once and I felt my stomach drop straight through the pavement. Rowan. I pushed it through the mind link as hard as I could. You are showing your wolf. Kade can see your eyes. Pull it back right now.