Novel & Cerita Beyond The Eyes

Not even me. I have something else, too. A third eye set into my forehead, secret and unseen. It sits a half inch above the bridge of my nose. It’s big and it’s round, and it’s the deepest, glossiest black. It shines like it’s wet, even though I’ve never cried out of it. It’s not an eye I use like a normal eye. Most of the time it keeps itself closed, and when it’s closed my flesh-and-blood eyes are open. When it’s open, my normal eyes are shut. What my real eyes show me and what this other eye says is real don’t always match. The way a black and white photograph and its color version can’t be considered identical, even though they’re both of the same thing and were taken at the same time. S

That was all Isabella. In a single moment she had felt a pull, like something calling out to her. Her gaze shifted and their eyes crashed. God, he was beautiful. She could write a thousand stories on his eyes alone. Guess he was a beautiful bastard. She had given him a dirty look once she was out of the spell his eyes out her under before walking away. That night, Bels had called her saying Ryke decided to stop the whole project. Maybe she had been wrong, maybe he did have a heart all along.

I just need… Blue eyes form behind my eyes, I close mine tightly willing the image to disappear. I open my eyes quickly and flip Bailey over, looking into her dig doe browns. I wildly buck into her, but her face becomes blurry and the image of a blonde with those electric blues comes flooding back skewing my vision.

You know when your mind sees something that is so utterly beautiful, so unworldly that it distinctively focuses on the pinnacle of its interest, zeroing in on that magnificent sight, having everything else blur in the background? That's what Nate's eyes did to me. The golden, caramel orbs locked on mine and it was all I could see. His eyes are red rimmed as if the surgery was still taken its toll but his face is bare and so responsive. The butterflies, the ones that have become paralyzed a few weeks back, twitch and flutter when Nate's pupils dilate and his clear, breathtaking eyes roam around my face before dropping down my body.

I moused and smiled as I took a step forward "Like I said Alicia, It's the god eye, every Atlantian breed possess that but it takes time for one to acquire such state, am impress. God eye can see through the seas, it's indeed powerful!" Alvarez Explained while I smiled as I stared into the Ocean, it's like my eyes were zooming visions, I could literally see like 500 meters into the Ocean, the god eye was truly amazing, it was like an x-ray vision or something but just that this... this was insane. I could literally see every range of the Ocean, staring from the corals, the plants, whales, jelly fishes and so on. "What are we waiting for old man? Let's get going already!!!"

I felt something inside me shatter open. A box of thousands of visions spilled open, pulling me into the immersive world of confusion. The images move fast in my eyes. I see blood. Some, I see blissful moments. Time unravels right in my eyes, I was left spinning in it's center. I see flashes of war. I see bloodshed. I see fire. But then, my eyes caught something strange. I saw myself kneeling on a battlefield, mud and ash all around me. Piles of dead bodies all around the area. The sickening stench of blood filled the air.

The Eye Beneath A tremor spread across Black Hollow, rippling through stone, bone, and blood. The altar had split open like a broken rib cage, revealing not just darkness but consciousness. The Eye beneath stared upward, unblinking, ancient... and aware. John staggered back, his knees buckling. He couldn’t look away. The eye wasn’t just watching it was looking into him. Sifting through memories, fears, guilt. Sarah pulled him, breaking the connection. “John! Snap out of it!”

Another tightened his grip on his weapon. Nobody laughed. Nobody dismissed it. Because everyone could feel it. The world was changing. Then the fracture widened. Only slightly. But enough. Something moved behind it. The entire wall fell silent. My heart stopped. Because for a brief moment I saw an eye. Massive. Golden. Watching. Not through the crack. Behind it. The eye blinked once. The fracture immediately sealed. Gone. Vanished. As though it had never existed. The storm remained. The rain remained.

Hearing your thoughts and seeing what you can see… What's the difference? I did not reply. I merely showed her what the difference was. In front of Snowie's stunned gaze, I thrust my finger into my right eye and forcibly plucked my eyeball out. Of course, there would not be blood or gore. After all, my right eye was a prosthetic.