Cast Behind Her Eyes Novels & Stories

I was about to walk out the door but I became too late, because a respectable man was standing there already watching me and blocking the way. "You have such a very beautiful eyes, my lady." His hoarse voice echoed in my head. His posture, the way he spoke, I’m sure he was a nobleman. "Prince Zandrus, we need to go. The youngest Prince's team will be heading out now..." said the man behind him. The man also looked at me and was obviously amazed at the color of my eyes. I blinked so many times, I don't understand what's going on anymore. My extrasensory is not shutting down, I could still feel everything beyond my normal range and I know my eyes are still on their beautiful shade. I can't res

Her shoulders were hunched, and her fingers had gone pale where they gripped her knees beneath the layers. She was shivering. But worse than that was the shine in her eyes—soft, wet, unfallen. Her face remained composed, regal even, but her eyes… they were drifting. Focused and yet unfocused. Present and somewhere else entirely. As though part of her had already left the conversation, retreating into a room she didn’t want anyone else to see. It unsettled him. Deeply. Because he’d seen that look before. Not on her. But on his mother.

Her eyes show pure disbelief and utter betrayal. But Cristopher remained unfazed, rather, he continued to stare blankly over the female in which they held captive. “Do what?” he questioned, crossing his arms over the table as if he had no utter care about anything that has been happening at all. His eyes only fixed to stare into hers as he kept his harsh demeanor in role.

I place my hand on her back, trying to soothe her. "It hurts." She mumbles in between sobs. I move some of the hair from her face and can feel that she's running warmer than usual. She looks up at me, and her eyes are glowing purple. I take in a sharp breath, not expecting her to be showing any signs of her powers developing, but I give her a small, reassuring smile.

She didn't look like Bianca anymore. She looked at the crowd of witches now with a cold, terrifying determination burning brightly in her dark eyes. The vulnerability was gone, buried deep beneath the ice of Antarctica. A new Vespera was unlocked.

This version of her looks radiant. Her eyes are not hers. The flicker of blue that I have grown used to seeing is gone. In this cycle, they are as dark as a starless night. Boundless, like they could swallow me whole if I stare at them for too long. “I don’t have to come back,” she says calmly. The memory snaps like a whip, and I stagger forward, gripping the stone railing. I know this moment. I have seen it before, but not in this lifetime. Not in this cycle. This was after the final trial. After she won.

Her eyebrows shot up with surprise, her eyes slightly wider as she gasped. “Elias, what’s going on? Why do you look like you just saw a ghost?” Her innocent smile remained on her face; it could fool anyone, but that look in her eyes, that heavy, deep-seated anger that I clearly saw in the way her eyes glinted, struck me straight in the heart.

"I'd rather ask the uncomfortable questions and prepare myself for whatever is to come, than not.” Against her will, I see her lips soften, a slight tilt blooms across her features like frost melting on a windowpane. “I guess we share the same sentiments in that." And just like that, the laughter fades from her eyes, locking them into a piercing unblinking intensity. Gone is the gentle woman who wore a mask of sadness. She looks past us, at something only she could see in the forest. In her eyes, a heavy pensive look starts to take shape, a look of genuine horror.

Her eyes now glowed with moonlight and starlight, a fusion of power and peace. She turned to Raymond, her smile radiant, her heart finally at peace. “I’m whole,” she whispered, her voice full of quiet joy. “Finally.” But even as they embraced, the distant shadow of the mirror-self lingered, a presence that would never truly leave her. She had faced it. And she had chosen herself. And somewhere, in the farthest reaches of the forest, the figure with Caitlyn’s eyes watched, waiting for the moment when it would strike again.