Blind Owl Eyes Novels & Stories

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.

" So do you see like, just black? or do you see purple like your eyes" "Nope, I see, nothing". " How does that feel like?". "Use one hand to close one eye, don't shut your eyes close, just use that one hand to cover it, and try looking at me, the one that's open sees me but the one eye covered sees nothing". She gasps "Woah, you're right, must be scary". "Nah... I'm used to it". Jesse's mum clears her throat " Jessica, don't ask such questions, that's rude, and Violet, you should know better than to speak while we are at the table eating, now let's just focus on our meal". Jessica and I chorused "Yes mother"

“I'll rip your tongue out, son of a bitch.” Katie growled, but he only reacted by pressing his body even harder against her, which only fueled her need. Her own body was betraying her. “Who the hell are you?” he growled, his voice piercing her skin, giving her goosebumps. He was so close to her that she stared right into her silvery eyes, which were swirling with power; this wasn't normal, even for werewolves; eyes weren't meant to do that.

“Your—your eyes.” I turn to see Gabriel back into his non-threatening form as well. “My dear, what happened?” Dammit, Olivia, Eugene barks into my mind link Your eyes. What about them? One of them is gold, like the Queen Luna’s wolf. The other—it’s purple. Herold sobs now, “it’s just like Olivia’s.”

Penelope let out a huge breath, and gazed at her room for one last time before walking out with Eloise. Both Penny and Eloise walked into the sitting room, her eyes fell on the Silver-haired man who was standing and backing her. If only, she had not met him the other evening. As if he could feel her presence, he turned around to face her. His somehow silver eyes were calm and held an expression that no one could understand. She felt like prey and that was a feeling that was driving her crazy.

"Fooling over 100 hunters…do you not realize how insane you sound right now?" "Ma'am, we tried our best to pursue them…but we failed. However we were able to see our shortcomings and my entire team will seriously reflect upon it. " "..." The woman's eyeball kept jittering behind her closed eyelids, she didn't reply. Holt's armpits and palms began melting from heavy sweat by the abrupt lack of response. However she soon opened her eyes revealing what could be called a snippet of some twisted science fiction horror. Both of her eyeballs were artificial and transparent. When she moved her eyes, several chips and wires could be seen squirming inside a transparent fluid trapped inside both eyebal

Dawn uttered as she noticed one of them have a different color of eyes. Most of them are having a black and brown color, but the one she’s staring at have a pair of blue eyes. A blue eye that seems familiar with her. She straightened her hand, begging that bat to settle in her palms but it never happened. Instead, it made a noise, as if signaling the other bats, and they all flew away. “W-What was that?” James asked Dawn but he didn’t receive an answer. Just in time the door behind them creaked open, showing Xio.

Richard stared at the piercing stare and noticed Oliver’s regular blue eyes were now a rich pool of amber. Actually, after his eyes adjusted to the dim lighting in the toolshed, Richard noticed that Oliver’s eyes weren’t the only things that were different. His nails were much longer and claw-like, even if the boy couldn’t turn them into paws like his brothers. That alone was proof of his pure bloodline despite his weaker abilities to shift.

Mama gushed as she began to shed tears. "Ma mamma, il bulbo oculare di Pablo è blu, questi carini hanno il bulbo oculare grigio" (But mama, Pablo's eyeball are blue, these cutie are having gray colored eyeballs) Martina argued. Only for mama who was Emotional, to pick up her slippers and stone them on Martina who ran for her dear life.

“I sometimes envy your hair. You should have been ‘Amber,’ not me. You don’t need to style it, unlike mine,” Maybe our parents got confused when we were born, naming me Izobel instead of Amber. She was telling the truth, my hair, sandy brown, and golden orangie shades matched my golden yellow eyes. The color of my eyes is the reason why I had to hide behind eyeglasses, although I have a sense of sight like a hawk. That was why I could see my neighbor very well, like I was in the same room with them. We have supernatural senses, which allowed me to hear them, even their heartbeat.