Novel & Cerita Blue Eyes Soul

Even the stubble, weird as it is, is starting to grow on me. Those eyes, though - no matter what else has changed about him, those eyes are the same. They're a shade of blue that can look dark or bright depending on the light or his mood, and they've always been so sharp, so piercing and intelligent. They're the kind of eyes that seem to look right into the deepest part of you, to read everything you have written on your soul. It's been so long that I think I must have forgotten what it feels like to have him look right at me, because I feel my stomach tighten as he looks over at me now.

Something that, deep down, had always belonged to them. Pleasure still pulsed through me. My muscles trembled, my breathing erratic as I remained trapped between their burning bodies. Their hands stayed fixed on my skin, their gazes locked on me as if afraid I might vanish. But even in the height of ecstasy, the image of their completely black eyes burned into my mind. Something inside me whispered I shouldn’t ignore it. "What are you?" I murmured, my voice a whisper between gasps. "Why are you showing me this?"

She felt her soul settle in place as she stared at the other half of her as she stared at her home. Damon hadn't realized that either of them had moved until it dawned on him that he could see every color in the woman's eyes. Multiple shades of blue more than he realized existed, with an equal number of shades of green and the odd fleck of grey all mixed together and swirled around a small orange ring, wrapped around each pupil. Pupils that were getting larger by the second as they dilated. He felt the furious beating of his heart and the expansion of his lungs, finally filling with oxygen again as his world fell into place and his soul settled inside him, just in time to hear his Omega spea

That was definitely the reason. I saw 2 silver eyes belonging to a pale face, staring at me. The face didn’t have any features other than the eyes, that’s what made it worse. The silver eyes, it had no pupil. It was just.. completely silver, there wasn’t even any whitish sclera. And yet, there were eyelashes. No lips or nose either. I was totally losing it. Yelling here, however, was not an option. As a man, I would not let myself behave in that way.

A figure clad in tattered robes, its features obscured by shadow, yet emanating an otherworldly aura that sent a chill racing down my spine. My mind reeled in disbelief as I watched Shaurya speaking to the fig. The spooky figure said something to him that I could not hear... He shook his head and said that he wouldn't leave. The figure turned, its eyes—no, not eyes, but twin orbs of darkness that seemed to drink in the very essence of my soul—fixing me with a gaze that sent ice coursing through my veins. I tried to speak, to cry out for help, but my voice caught in my throat, choked off by the suffocating grip of terror.

His intense blue eyes lifted to meet hers, and for a moment, the outside world seemed to vanish. Asher Kingsley was a striking figure. Standing at 6'4" with a chiseled jawline and a sculpted physique, he exuded an almost otherworldly allure. His impeccably tailored dark suit accentuated his broad shoulders and lean frame. His intense blue eyes, framed by dark, thick lashes, seemed to pierce through the room, and his tousled dark hair added a touch of rugged charm to his otherwise polished appearance. Despite his godlike handsomeness, his stern expression conveyed a seriousness that left no room for frivolity.

Mike I chuckled and looked at the woman in front of me, she was a feisty one which I liked in women but that wasn't what drew me to her. It was her eyes, hazel just like my sister's. My sister would have been almost if not at her age by now if only she was alive. I could picture both of them getting along if only this woman smiled as much as my sister smiled and the fact that her hair was black while sister was blonde but unfortunately my sister had been taken away from me years ago which devastated my father and finally led to his death.

She was pulling out a book with the tale of mate bonds and stories of the moon. Seeing that book may have the answer, Lilith checked it out and started to read while walking back to the tree line. All living beings of mythological or alien creatures have soulmate bonds. These Bonds can show the creatures the way to true happiness or a painful way to death since soulmate bonds are a blade edge sword. A soulmate bond is the rarest bond there is. Not a lot is known about soulmate bonds due to their rarity.

I'm so excited that I'm getting hard just thinking about the scene that will occur in a few minutes. Jessblue is a goddess all on her own with the body all female Bampires wish they had! She is beautiful in all ways imaginable. She is not your ordinary everyday Bampire that roams around Bluestoria. She is like no other female that I’ve seen. She has big voluptuous breasts with a thickness of beautiful curves you can only imagine.

At this moment, they kept trying to pull the eyeball back. "Dream on." Caspian snorted and pointed. The Purple Divine Thunder condensed into a sharp blade in the air. It tore through the sky and descended from the sky, cutting off all the entangled tentacles. "Ah!" The one-eyed Soul Snatcher let out a heart-wrenching scream. The eyeball that was removed continuously cracked open, blood gushing out from its surface. The wailing sounded like hundreds of thousands of souls roaring in unison. The voice turned into a divine sense attack and swept everything around in an instant.