Yuri Real Eyes Novels & Stories

"Was that some sort of translator?" "My apologies, but what do you mean by translator?" I've come to realize that their comprehension was limited. Might be because we didn't come from the same world or where am I again? A parallel universe? Another world? Another planet? "Nevermind," I responded. "Young miss, the name was Pierre," a man with red eyes said. "Merko," came from man whose grip was still at the bowl. A sickening feeling then again reverted. "I am Yura," said the one with purple pupils.

Glancing back to Xurden, he displayed anger in his eyes. Xurden's grip came with a querying look. "Do you know me? You can even see me." "Should I? You sound as if I must know you," Yric pretended. He did remember who was the man but he was trying to forget what happened the night he meet him. Xurden's brow knit releasing his hood. Their eyes connected and Xurden stared at Yric's intently making the younger guy petrified on his toes. Xurden didn't even blink as his eyes glowed blue.

And the person left alone, changed his appearance before going out of the room. At the bottom of the building, Jevro and Clewin both cursed with their clenched fists and clenched jaws. The bloodlust was gone so they quickly took back the pressure they had released. But I remain silent as I keep remembering the figure of that bastard. That person has hazel brown eyes. And obviously its not a Male but a Female. "Brother Yohan, are you okay? Your eyes are still flickering." Clewin's voice brought me back to my senses.

Speechless, Livia gaped at the beautiful monster before her. Drawn like a moth to a flame, she took a step closer, wanting, needing to see him, to touch him. She managed a single step before Rhye cursed, eyes wide and dark brows furrowed, as he stared down at himself. "How the fuck did you do that?" he demanded, pinning her with a stunned look. God, but his eyes were unreal. Vibrant, ocean deep blue with a sunburst of bright green around the pupils. They were the eyes of a predator. Eyes of a pureblood alpha. She wanted to get lost in them, wanted to stare into them until she’d mapped every facet.

“You can watch.” My fist unclenched slowly on my thighs as I let my gaze lay loose once more before settling on him again. “Wouldn’t want to disappoint you,” I returned evenly. “Send one over. That one,” I nudged towards the one on his lap. “Let’s see if it improves your odds.” Cazzo! They were fucking sluts, and this was their job. I tried to convince myself. Yuri’s face hardened. Then suddenly, a deep, rolling laugh tore out of him.

I’ll wait. She stared at the message for a long time. Then she turned her phone off and tried to sleep. Sleep didn’t come easy. When it did, she dreamed of eyes, Ethan’s warm brown ones smiling at her across an airport terminal, and another pair, darker, watching from the shadows. In the dream she walked toward Ethan but kept glancing back, pulled by something she couldn’t name.

John was optimistic but it wasn't enough to keep them still, the quivering sound of one of the campers was a signal that it was only a matter of seconds before everything went South for them. "Gary... I know you are frightened but please for your sake and the rest of us do not do anything stupid." John said trying to manage the whole situation and it was too late, the long claws of a beastly creature had slized through someone's flesh. The creature was huge with animalistic features of a wolf it's eyes a shiny red that was visible through the dark. It stood tall with the upper half of it's body widely intimidating and they all looked like ants before him. Their eyes went slowly to look at Ga

Atlas had adorned the entire room with roses and petals. I blinked back to reality, watching as Ryle took off his clothes. He grabbed hands and pinned me to the bed, tearing my shirt off. I shut my eyes as he reached for my bra only to crumble onto me like a sack of bricks. Ryle rolled over, reaching for his throat with wide eyes. “What did you do to me?!” He tried to stand but wobbled, hitting the ground. “You… you!” He lunged at me and grabbed my neck.

Agreements tied to eyes like hers. Nicholas had inherited a throne he didn’t understand. Emerson had inherited something he feared. Which meant time was no longer on her side. I hadn’t challenged Nicholas in Lafayette on impulse. Emerson was a liability in his hands and an opportunity in mine. Not because she was weak, but because everyone around her believed she was. Belief shaped reality in our world. And I recognized her eyes the moment I saw them. Eyes that did not belong in a corner. Eyes that had once decided wars without a single blade drawn.