Behind Her Eyes

Since Kyle wanted more information, he was curious as to why Jareth was changing the subject.Consequently, you implied that I can and will use magic.How can you be sure?” "It comes with your title and is in your blood.Despite the fact that it has been suppressed for such a lengthy period of time, it is still present.It is one of the reasons why you must immediately begin training.It will help when you guarantee who you genuinely are.Those who don't know who they are don't like magic. "You talk about it as if it were alive." “It is.Magic is alive and well.Although we can learn to work with it, we will never truly have control over it.We can believe that it is within us and allowed it to direct us.At some point, you will have to say who you really are, and when you do, I imagine you will be a powerful magician. To this, Kyle had no idea what to say.Kyle discovered that he longed for what he had left behind because everything was so strange and new.He thought of many things that would be comforting as they rode on.He envisioned being before the warm fire in Danin and Jane's home.He found that he wanted warm bread and butter that was just made in Jane's kitchen.He recalled Katniss's supple hand and how it felt in his.When she gave him a kiss, he remembered how supple her lips were on his cheek.He nodded off for a split second, felt his eyes close, and almost fell off his horse, he caught himself.

Her world was filled with joy and love. But a mysterious foe has their eyes set on destroying it all. Will she be able to unravel the enigma before all she loves comes crashing down?

"Kneel," Elijah's voice was cold, his eyes burning with fury. "Kneel before the last heir of the Norton family." His enemy’s face turned pale, fear creeping into their eyes. Once a mere orphan, the mighty Dragon Marshal had returned to claim what was stolen and unleash his wrath on those who destroyed his family. ... Elijah Norton, known across Evendore as the feared Dragon Marshal, is a man of power and mystery. Once a child with nothing, he became the youngest and strongest Seven-Star Marshal, commanding armies and shaping destinies. But his heart carries a hidden pain—a thirst for vengeance. Ten years ago, his family was wiped out in a brutal fire, orchestrated by the city’s four most powerful families. Only Elijah survived, saved by a mysterious girl who vanished soon after. Now, he is back in Arthurton, the city that tried to bury his legacy, to find the girl who saved him, and to settle old scores. Sophia Donald, a once-scarred woman who saved a boy from a burning mansion, is now caught in a storm of family betrayal, secrets, and revenge. With her disfigured past behind her, she crosses paths with Elijah, unaware that the man she helped is now the most dangerous force in Evendore. As Elijah uncovers dark plots and hidden enemies, the lines between justice and revenge blur. Can he reclaim the Norton family’s lost heirloom and bring those who wronged him to their knees? Or will his rage consume everything he cares about, including the woman who once saved his life? The path to vengeance is lined with blood, fire, and shadows for the orphaned heir-turned-Dragon Marshal. The battle for Arthurton has just begun.

“They should cut your hands off before the next ceremony. Why let trash touch the Awakening Stone?” Dante Moretti is the disgrace of Saint Lucian Academy. In a world where power decides status, wealth, and survival, Dante is worse than weak—he is nothing. The Awakening Stone doesn’t glow for him. The examiners laugh behind his back. Students spit insults every time he walks through the halls. “Even stray dogs have instincts,” Renzo Cavalli sneers. “But you? You were born useless.” Every day, Dante endures the humiliation in silence. Being shoved into lockers. Having food dumped over his head. Listening as students compare him to worms beneath their shoes. Because if he quits the academy, his little sister Lucia loses her chance at a future. Then the sky splits open. Monsters descend upon the city, slaughtering everything in sight. Lucia fights to protect innocent people, but a D-rank Blightbearer tears through her defenses and lunges for her heart. Without thinking, Dante steps in front of her. The claw punches through his chest. Blood spills across the road. And the world changes. His blood rises into the air. A forbidden voice echoes inside his skull— [Mother System activated.] When Dante opens his eyes again, they burn gold. The monsters freeze. The air trembles. And the boy everyone called worthless smiles for the first time in years. “You spent your whole lives looking down on me,” he whispers. “Now learn what it feels like to kneel.” Three D-rank monsters disappear from existence in a storm of crimson light. Now the same academy that mocked him fears him. The same elites who treated him like dirt suddenly want his loyalty. But Dante hasn’t forgotten the laughter. And this time… the weakest boy in the world is no longer asking for acceptance.

"These are pretty minuscule spies, my lord," The leader said into his comms. They chattered among themselves. We had our hands up when they surrounded us. My throat clogged and I was running out of oxygen. I could barely think or breath. Mister Wigglesworth was talking briskly with bulging eyes to the colossal men and a rifle was lodged in his throat, he seemed frail and agitated. "Mort!" He threw the parcel into his hands. Mort winced when he failed to catch it. The box malfunctioned and I screamed at the blast and fell back into the shelter of more craters. I gasped. "What do I do with this?" His hand fidgeted on the and he dived behind a crate beside me while lasers flew. He panted and glanced at me holding on to the parcel. There was a skirmish going on. "I think I got hit." .... Remember when homicidal aliens were attacking us? This was now, yeah, it was kind of my fault. We were crouching like a couple of cowardly war veterans on a battlefield and Mister Wigglesworth! Of all people was out there holding them off. Mort held on to the prism parcel. My eyes were pale. I got hit by the parcel. I held on to my stomach. "Are you okay? Can you sit up straight?" He said. "No, it hurts," I did not feel like myself at all. I was not even in the mood to make snappy comebacks, I kept seeing double and all these color spectrums like I stared at the sun for too long. I was phasing in and out of consciousness. I thought I saw planets dying. I ducked over the end and focused on breath. [ System Activated ]

Being admitted to Academy of Haut dragged Dylanesa Dawson to hell. Despite its magnificent, the academy holds the the secrets behind it. Whoever attempts to discover them will face demise. The bloody tragedies haunts Dylanesa down. The missing intelligentsia and academics, the perishes of her classmates and the chips on her nape are some of the many nightmares she encounters. However, true jeopardy awaits her ahead. And what if it is her the target? Will her curiosity bring her to dive deeper into the Academy of Haut and reveal what's inside it? Will she make it to uncover the mysteries or death will claim her instead?

“Please… don’t kill me!” My voice trembles as I stare at the two people standing in front of me, my own brother and my wife, the woman I love more than my life. “Why…?” I whisper, my throat dry. My brother smirks and she avoids looking at me, as if I mean nothing to her. That silence… it breaks me more than anything. I step back slowly, but my foot slips near the edge. Panic rises in my chest as I realize where I am the cliff behind me, the darkness waiting below. “No…” I murmur, but it’s too late. A sudden push and I fall. The wind roars in my ears as my body drops into the abyss. Fear grips me, but stronger than fear is the burning betrayal inside me. My eyes shut as darkness swallows everything. They think I die that night But I don’t, I survive and I change. Years pass, and Now I return to the same world but I am no longer that weak man. I am something else… something darker. The city fears my name. The underworld bows before me. Power runs through my veins. Money, influence, control everything is mine now. And I don’t return alone. With a mysterious princess, beautiful yet dangerous, her secrets as dark as my past. She understands me in ways no one ever could. This time, I don’t beg. This time, I don’t fall. Because I am no longer the man they betrayed… I am the nightmare that has returned for revenge.

As they entered the grand foyer, Sonia felt overwhelmed by the opulence surrounding her. Crystal chandeliers hung from high ceilings, and priceless artwork adorned the walls. It was a far cry from the life she had known. Once they were alone in one of the spacious rooms, Tyler turned to Sonia. With gentle hands, he reached for her veil. "May I?" he asked softly. Sonia hesitated, her heart racing. After a moment, she nodded, closing her eyes as the veil fell away. "You're beautiful, Sonia," Tyler said, his voice filled with sincerity. Sonia's eyes flew open in surprise. "How can you say that? My face... it's..." "a part of who you are?," Tyler finished the sentence for her. "And you are beautiful." He paused, his expression growing serious. "Now, we need to take care of those injuries from earlier." "What do you mean?" Sonia asked....

"Your mother-in-law already told me that you are a useless fool but seeing you now, I have to say that she was lenient with her words." Elvis, a wealthy billionaire left his father due to a feud to live a simple life, devoid of all the hate and hectic life of being rich. Married into an average family, he held his wife's company, Sonia to gradually rise to the top. But as she rose in fame, so did her scorn for him and soon, she decided to get a divorce, breaking every bond that they had between them. Right after this encounter, Elvis is kidnapped, and tearing his eyes open, his eyes meet with that of his father. "Son, the family needs you back." His father brewed out words that he never thought he was going to hear.

Everyone thought Brandon Scott was a nobody — a broke, discarded son-in-law not worth a second glance. Even Sophia, his wife, and her family mocked and looked down on him. What happens when they find out the truth that the man they’d humiliated was the true power behind it all?