Witch Eyes Novels & Stories

"You are just a bunch of murders who feel like taking away the lifes of little children just to increase your own life span is right!." The wolf behind me snared, am not certain if it was because little tears dropped down my checks, or if it's in accordance to what i said. "You leave me no choice." She bowed, but when next she stares at me, her eyes are black. I kid you not, her white eyes weren't visible at all. "Attack!." The other two witches lunched forward towards me, the wolf lurked at one of them, throwing itself on her and she shrieked in pain.

Alexandria's POV I closed my eyes and let my powers flow to my veins and all over my body. The light of the moon struck through my entire body and now my bones started cracking up. As the light of the moon illuminates my whole being, it gives me enormous strength and power. Something inside me exploded, and I felt something grow from my back. It’s my angel wings. I flutter my eyes open and stare at King Warrick, which startled him as he stares at my glowing two distinct eyes; my left eye is blue while my right eye is green and both have golden flecks.

Selyna runs out beaming and hops in the car, waving one last goodbye to Susan, the middle aged witch who leans in the doorway to her shop smiling as we leave for our next adventure. I know Selyna is as excited as I am as she drums on the dashboard singing along with the lyrics of one of our favorite songs. She turns to me and I swear i see a flash of silver twinkle in her eyes before they shift back to the ever changing shades of blue and grey (they seem to change with her mood and efforts to do bigger spells often make the colors more intense, but i have never seen a silver glow in them in the 12 years of our friendship. Do witches even have eyes that glow with a different color? I don’t k

But during my trance, the pupil changes from a circle to a cone, which is the window through which the light enters, the intensity of the light. “Wouldn't it be a shame to lose the sea if it were only perfect on land?” Bewitched by the sound, I reached out and pressed on his eyelids. There is not only a thin layer of eyelids, but eyelids also wrapped under a layer of smooth thin, then the thin piece was gently pulled down by me.

She gives me a long look but doesn’t argue. Just sighs. “Healing herbs and balms have already been prepared. Your body’s going to need them after last night.” ……. Back in my own room, I sit at the vanity and lean close to the mirror. I pull my lower lid down with one finger, then the other, checking the whites, the irises, looking for anything that could be different. Shifter eyes glow when the beast is close, when it’s pushing forward, fighting to surface and sometimes when it’s talking. I’ve seen it in other wolves a thousand times.

I blink continuously, trying to come out of the fog in my mind. The witch stands up in front of me. Her hands are clasped in front of her. She looks at me, and her eyes are no longer starry. Instead, they are a regular brown in color. Without a word, she raises her clasped hands in front of my eyes and opens them.

“I don’t need to ask your permission to be killed, right? Like you have a choice… beast.” And Pilak noticed something odd about the Witch’s eyes. One was purple and the other one was almost golden. It’s as if something latched againsts the Witch’s eyes. Something more powerful. Something more cynical and Pilak could only curse in his mind as he dodged the sharp claws of Beltza paws swinging at him. The silver wolf pounced to the right, sliding back right after to avoid the ball of fire and the sharp claws of his father at the same time.

One of the Witches stops them to look at the crystal that was floating in the air just off the path. “This is some complex Totem magic.” He tilts his head, “Looks like it’s supposed to alert someone if it’s disturbed.” He closes his eyes and holds out a hand towards it. “Not anyone I know, not that it’s surprising out here.” He has dark-brown downturned eyes that glow like all Witch’s eyes do, a strong roman nose, lightly tanned skin, and thin lips. His short light brown hair was straight and floppy. The other Witch comes and puts a hand on his shoulder,

Their ugly form and firefly eyes standing before us. “Shift!” I roared. The word left my lips before I could think. The wolves answered instantly. Their bones snapped and fur tore through skin — shifting into massive forms. They snarled and snapped as they lunged forward. Vampires moved even faster — claws unsheathing, red eyes flashing in the dark — striking at the wraiths. And the witches — their runes burned brighter as they muttered spells that sent bolts of light slamming into the wraiths. “Go for their eyes!” Eric shouted. “Blind them!”

Entering Dzhimara castle wall, cries of civilians with some turning into wolves fills the morning air. Huge wolves ran towards Eve and her entourage. Seeing the witches, she finally understands their hand sin the attack so Eve threw them towards the hard floor and stalls nearby. Everyone was scattering around them, running and pushing each other for the safety of their own. Cries of horror was so adamant that for a moment, it brought smiles to Eve’s face. Her eyes shifted from red to her natural blue.