Zeus Eyes Novels & Stories

It was rougher, more animalistic – well, Zues was an animal. “Pass that on to my kitty, and tell her I miss her and cannot wait to meet her,” and with that message, Zues’s eyes vanished, and I could now see the depths of Nash’s eyes. His beautiful, perfect eyes, that were now filled with pride.

Zeus’s POV: After living in desolation for years amidst the humans, for the first time, the detection of my own emotions left me baffled. I couldn’t fathom why would I feel these passionate desires surging inside me like an active volcano, particularly towards this young, naive boy whose gleaming ocean-blue eyes had me captivated since the first time I set my gaze on him.

Tara and some girls were picked by Mrs Georgina who planned to test five girls based on their strengths. It was a tournament that the NightShade pack looked forward to enjoying after the recent incidents. June on the other hand was finally recovered from her near death experience. Her training resumed and she noticed something off about Zeus. The first was his eye color. Zeus had striking red eyes when he was using his powers but other than that his eye color dabbled between red white and black. A rich mix of colours depending on his mood. However these days she couldn't get over his rich cocoa brown eyes.

P.o.v of James. My eyes were refusing to blink, my brain was completely numb. How did Zoe turn under a new moon? It's impossible. But there she was. And her wolf had blue eyes, like the ones we saw earlier. Her wolf looked more dangerous and stronger, and bigger in size.

How can the little prince say as if he knows what they are thinking and before they can reply to Zee's words suddenly a shield has covered his small body along with his mother's body. All of their eyes widened in disbelief when they found a faint white shield covering the two of them and found Zee's eyes which became different eye modes from the previous ones and his eyes were now a combination of Vampire and Wolf eyes, even those eyes did not belong to the little girl they had seen before. has the same blood as Zee. "Th-th-that eye" said Valley in a choked and scared voice.

She says softly without looking at me. I face Zion once again, forcing him to meet my gaze. He lets out a grunt, tensing beneath my touch, his shoulders heaving as his eyes collide with mine. The blackness in his eyes starts to fade as the amber rings around his pupils glow brilliantly, holding me captive. The intensity of his eyes scorches my skin, cutting through me as sparks fly between us, and I can't bring myself to look away or catch my next breath— let alone blink. Something grips my heart when the color of sapphire blue returns in Zions' eyes .

His mother let out a shrill, hysterical laugh: "Thalia! Did you sell your soul to some dark god just to shed your mortality?!" Before she could utter another word, Zeus summoned a bolt of lightning that struck her squarely in the chest, sending her flying as she vomited blood: "Dare to insult my daughter again, and I will unleash the fires of heaven to boil your wretched oceans dry!" Realizing my true identity, the Atlantean delegation nearly died of fright, slamming their foreheads against the floor in terrified apologies. Only Orion sat paralyzed on the ground, staring up at me like a broken man, muttering: "The daughter of Zeus... How is that possible...?"

The more she thought about her foiled plans, the angrier she became, resulting in her accidentally dropping the baby out of rage. "This is your fault! If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have gotten to this point in life! Die!" A loud thud sounded. Blood was splattered all over Marcus' pale face. As Sylvia cackled at the top of her lungs while walking out of the ward, a teardrop slid down Marcus' cheek from his closed eyes. Unfortunately, those eyes would never open ever again.

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.