Beyond The Eyes Novels & Stories

"Both of you looked amazing! Oh! I heard the bell ring, maybe Imman is already here with his father. Please stay here while I go and check it it's really them." "Dad, what a house this is! It is so big! They even have a garden inside and the interior is so pretty! The design could have been copied from other nations and the paintings, they are worth millions daddy! " Admiring the interior design, the beautiful garden, and the expensive paintings have kept Daniella busy. She saw how the arrangement of the decorations and patterns have brought life to the already beautiful house of the Agustins. One painting had taken her attention - the portrait of Cassandra and her child. The heiress was sit

There was sudden tranquility behind the doors. The stillness was deafening but I know that the igniting chaos was stirring beneath the hush. The moment my eyes fluttered wide, I can feel the shifting hues of my orbs, like a beast that knows how to camouflage throughout the course. It was also further bizarre that my senses heightened that even a drop of sweat on the ground, my eyes can follow its ebb of dipping. "Xiomara... what's happening to your eyes?"

“From the thing that created him.” Sophia froze. “The First Life?” The Original shook her head. “No.” “Something older.” Noah’s third eye opened. He screamed. “I can see it.” Everyone turned. Noah’s body began shaking. “There is another layer.” Sophia stepped toward him. “What do you mean?” Noah pointed upward. “The Father Beyond isn’t the beginning.” “The First Life isn’t the beginning.” “Seraphina isn’t the beginning.” His eye widened. “There is something above all of them.”

Sure enough, in my left eye, the iris has a distinct fleck of violet in the top right corner. “Whoa. I-” I take the mirror out of his hands and hold it closer. No matter how much I blink or turn my head, it’s still there. It wasn’t my imagination. It really happened. I look at Milo, then the doctor and the nurse. Anything I say right now is going to be unbelievable. I can only pray that they don’t take me to the psychiatric ward. Here goes nothing. “Milo, I left my body and my spirit went to a place called the Beyond. I had my powers for a moment, but I used them to burn Aphrodite.”

Kallista glanced at Zander, but he merely shrugged as if to say, She’s right, you know. Before she could respond, movement in the distance caught her eye. She turned toward the house, and there, standing just beyond the garden’s edge, was Lila. She was half-hidden behind one of the pillars, her arms wrapped around her body, the sadness in her eyes couldn't be hidden. Kallista’s heart clenched. She wished she could reach out to her but Vanessa chose that moment to clap and people she hadn't noticed before stepped forward. With camera equipment, backdrops, makeup, racks and racks of dresses. Vanessa turned to her. “Shall we begin?”

Lunar ink runs down my sleeves in the shapes of moons and constellations that no longer exist. I wear no crown, yet I have outlived kings. I have not seen the mortal world with these eyes for more than forty years. They are white and sightless—yet they see too much. Places beyond the veil. Flames that burn backwards through time. Wolves long dead still howling in the marrow of my soul. And tonight, these eyes cry. I kneel at the altar, my spine bent beneath the weight of the gods. My hands shake above the ceremonial basin, palms split and bleeding where my nails dug in during the vision. My breath is shallow, as though the air itself resists entering my lungs.

"Not the money. Not the orders. Why then?" Viktor's laugh came out short and painful. At that moment, he gave me a serious look, and for the first time, I saw something in his eyes that wasn't controlled or cold. Regret, maybe. A tiredness that went all the way to his bones. It hurt to see.

However, it wasn’t the same as to what I'm seeing now. There was a boy. I can’t recognize his face because of the weird blurry effect of the dream. The only thing I saw clearly were his eyes. His emerald-colored eyes are still engraved in my mind. Even though it’s already been a year since I last dreamt of it, I still can’t forget his eyes. The scenes may be different to what I'm seeing now, but they were both peculiar and still not on earth.

"Open your eyes, I want to see in those deep dreamy eyes, my beautiful." Slowly she opened her eyes , they were full of love and want. A soft chuckle left his throat, seeing his shy girl turning into a tigress . Then once again he commanded her to touch herself. She never wanted to leave her grip over her friend yet she tried touching herself rolling on the bed. Seeing her like this he was getting harder, not able to stay apart he quickly grasped her hands and then entered into her slowly and slowly coaxing her. The doors were opened yet too small for a huge entry, beads of sweat were forming on the forehead. He said, " want me to come in", she nodded , he said, " it's going to hurt a bit bu

He gazed back at her, his eyes filled with love and admiration. For a moment, they simply stood there, lost in each other's embrace. The world around them faded away, and all that existed was the two of them, entwined in a fiery embrace. But as the passion began to subside, Samantha's mind was filled with doubts. What about her children? What about Lucas? Could she abandon them for a life as the Lycan Queen? Alexander seemed to sense her doubts, pulling away from her slightly. He looked into her eyes, his expression serious.