Blind Owl Eyes Novels & Stories

Her glowing yellow eyes blazed into Gera’s Gera was only a snowy owl because it fit her natural appearance best; most owl shifters were barn owls, brown-haired and black-eyed. She was the only one of her kind as far she knew. As the two women stared into each other's eyes she felt the nagging sensation of someone trying to get into her head to speak to her. She opened the connection, too curious to refuse. "It is so nice to see you back to your old self, daughter."

A warm feeling encircled round my body as my eyes glowed while I smiled as I stared into the house, it's like I was dreaming, the once blooming park house which seem unpenetratable was now glowing, it's like my eyes were seeing things, the sea was glowing, I could now see through it, like I could literally see everything underneath the glowing Ocean. "Am impress Alicia, your Atlantian eyes have upgraded to the next level at such a young age, the god eye. It took me long enough before mine could do that!" Alvarez said and smiled

Phil wanted to enter the cavern once more to hide and rest but Ferox suddenly stopped him and pointed Phil towards the place where the eye had fallen off. Phil looked in puzzlement, confused about what Ferox wanted to do. But after waiting for a minute, Phil saw the eye suddenly woke up, its pupils became erratic as it surveyed every crevice of the cavern, and only after seeing that no one was really there, did it bloat and suddenly explode into black goo.

I was thinking of the owls—pitch black owls, the color of a moonless, starless night, their bodies sleek and shining like it had been carefully oiled with gel, and their eyes also a dark shade of black with a tiny round ash at the outer edges. Once, a long time ago, I looked into the eye of one of these black owls. One second I was staring at its eyes captivated by the twinkling light glowing within them, the next, I found myself lost in the dark dreary depths, severe pain lancing through me as I felt something wrenching out of my body painfully slow—I was so sure it was my soul leaving me. I couldn’t scream, I couldn’t move, I couldn’t breathe, nothing. And then the feeling stopped just as

He saw the mouth open and closed a bit before he heard a whisper, “My eyes.” “Yes, yes,” he said before continuing to unwrap. Her entire face was visible then, she was bald with no hair, her skin which was pink like a newborn baby, but when she opened her eyes it was not of this world. Her eyeballs were milk-white, her iris was gold and the center was violet. “Your eyes,” he said looking at them with astonishment. “What?” she asked in another quiet voice.

The sudden silence made Ethan Brooks' heart skips a beat. This certainly wasn't Luna! The light of the fire outside was already very faint. Ethan Brooks slowly clenched the animal claw in his hand. He inclined his head and peered out of the nook. In the darkness, He could only see two eyes like green lights. The eye was looking at him when he looked over, and the four eyes met, after a moment, a beastly roar rang out abruptly as it bore down on the litter. "Gzees!"

Straddling him, the butterfly knife pressed against his skin, we locked eyes in perfect stillness. His pupils were completely black—bottomless pools that reflected no emotion, no thought, nothing at all. I could see nothing human there, and yet the emptiness itself felt almost… sentient. People used to tell me my eyes gave everything away; now I found myself wishing I could read his. Even though, physically, I might have had the upper hand, something about that dark gaze made me feel utterly exposed. Vulnerable.

Before I could answer, I breathed in Mistress Lune’s perfume because she was so close, and I jerked back before I realized that she was checking my eyes out. “No, they are just sightless.” “I gather as much. Your eyes aren't even white. Still bright, wild, and brown.” She murmured. “But blindness is not a simple consequence. What book is it? You need to tell me the truth.” I drew in a slow breath. “I can’t explain all of it yet.”

I hear a hawk cry somewhere above me and turn my face up. When the moonlight catches my eyes, something happens. Everything starts to look different - sharper, more in focus. The shadows all around me are no longer dark, blurry shapes. I can make out each individual one, can tell which branches are swaying in the woods and which are moving because an animal just leapt through them. It’s happening. I could cry with joy, but my eyes no longer feel human. The delicate lashes and tear ducts have given way to rounded eyes that let me see clearly even in the dark.

The bird was unconcerned with the darkness around it and instead strove even harder to fly faster. At the end, the owl turned right and entered a room with no one else visible and only darkness. With the commotion of his flapping wings, a pair of enormous and brilliant eyes appeared around every corner as the bird passed. This creature flew until the edge. It abruptly came to a halt towards the end, and whispered to someone that only those who have night visions like them can only be seen. Torches lit up all around as frightened and alarmed eyes appeared out of nowhere. The room turned out to be occupied by owls taller than 9 feet and dressed in white robes. This kind of bird is known as the