Booktok Eye Socket Novels & Stories

She let out a long breath, turned her face sideways, and bumped into a turquoise eye. Sagon plopped down on the side of her bed and stared at her with an eye that hadn't even grown yet. His right eye was still an empty black eye hole, the left eye had grown, but there was only a lone turquoise eyeball set in the socket, the eyelid was not repaired along with the lower eyelid, and at first glance, it was even more oozing than the two black eye holes. Evelyn froze for just a moment and immediately recovered.

I continued to squeeze. Its right eye – the one where an eye should be – ballooned outwards to almost twice the size of its counterpart. I could see the blood vessels engorging on the white of its eyeball, tiny splits appearing across the surface which began to seep blood, a violent burst of bloodied tears pouring down its face.

All the moans from the pain left me panting for air, with only the ventilator to keep me from suffocating. Suddenly, the ventilator stopped, and the air purification machine beside me stopped, plunging my surroundings into silence. Without the ventilator's help, my breathing grew rapid, and my pain grew even more intense. With the air purification system shut down, the supposedly sterile room was now no different from any other location. The surgery to remove eyeballs was an extremely risky procedure, and without proper environmental conditions, an infection would be inevitable. A confused voice rang out from outside. "The power's out! What happened?"

You can see strands of it laying all over area. One of the eyeballs is missing, the socket looks like a deep black hole sitting on their face. It gives you a creepy feeling; almost like you could see deep in the soul. It’s eye is laying over to the side while the other is hanging loose out of the socket, blood leaking out of the tear ducts, almost as if the person was crying blood before they succumbed to the fatality of their wounds. The blood runs down the face, in a tear streak path, that leads past the nose to the mouth.

I lied, forcing a brave front despite the tremor in my voice. “The captain’s right eye socket was scooped out—deep, hard. I couldn’t find the eyeball anywhere. This wasn’t natural. Someone killed him.” “Well, that’s obvious from the neck.” I gagged again, the memory flashing back. “Doesn’t it terrify you?”

“Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah…” Accompanied by Adalind’s painful moan, a trace of bright-red blood and transparent liquid spurted out of her eye socket. At this moment, Adalind’s eye socket was bulging so much that it almost fell out of her eye socket. It was even scarier than the scariest horror movie. “Ah… Ah, ah…” Adalind quickly realized that the eye socket was so small. Although it could accommodate her three fingers, after grabbing the eye socket, it was impossible for her to retract her hand.

GLASS CYAN EYES watched slender fingers turn the leaves of a book; once. Twice. Thrice. The cool blue orbs ceased their study of the phalanges and moved on to the slim soft arch that denoted the wrist, down the forearm, arm, the sheathed curve of the shoulder girdle, neck and then the facial muscles of their owner.

At the same time, he prevented me from looking at Sylvia. I shoved Marcus away angrily before using all of my strength to backhand him. As a result, one of Marcus' cheeks became red and swollen in an instant.

‘Such an aligist,’ Melora said. ‘That’s a good thing, you know.’ ‘Uh. I need a refresh my insults.’ I skimmed through the words, searching for something useful or related to it. The symbol was a pair of eyes enclosed in a kind of compass. The book was colored and these eyes were white, with the eyelids—representing skin—pale as snow. It had to be it. “There’s nothing here.” Ian tried to look into what I was reading but came out confused. “You can read this sh*t?”