Cast Behind Her Eyes Novels & Stories

There was a troubled looked in her eyes earlier that spoke of a secrets no one culd know, of pains she had to surpassed. Gabriel shook his head to try to clear it, break free from whatever spell she had cast on him and as if taking cue from him, when he had turned to deliver a blow to Bryan earlier, he turned back again to face the direction he had last seen her, she had been no more. It was like she had been a mere figment of his imagination, a Chimera and he half believed he had thought her up but those eyes, they were a figment of no man's imagination.

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

But I also know that a meeting with her is inevitable; it would be rather conspicuous if I didn't say goodbye to her. She is seated across from me as usual. Her silver orbs stare at me questioningly; she must have noticed the change in my mood. My big mistake now is to look straight into those enchanting eyes. Stupidly, I continue to stare, unable to tear my eyes away from her. My lips parted several times like a fish on dry land, unable to utter a word. She is so beautiful. Goddess, am I only just realizing this now? "Hmmm, Romero, are you on schedule? Please keep in mind we're leaving early". Jace pulls me out of the spell this woman has cast over me. Reluctantly, I pull my eyes away from

“Summer in Burze can give you sore eyes.” I was relieved that she took me at my word again. She put on the sunglasses I gave her and looked straight into the rearview mirror. I smiled as I watched her look in the mirror, showing off her rows of white teeth. The summer breeze made Godiva's hair flutter back. She stretched one hand out to the side and muttered how much she liked the wind. Something inside me liked her act, even though I thought it was a little silly. “What was Castor's order to you?” I asked to start the conversation.

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.

"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.

I asked and pulled her chin up so that she can look directly in my eyes. Her eyes widened. She pulled back but didn't broke the eye connection. "What's wrong? Tell me" i asked. Why is she acting so strange. "Your eyes reminds me of someone dangerous." I spoke after few minutes. "Who?" I asked again pulling her to me. "I had a dream. I don't think it was a dream" i spoke touching my cheeks. I closed my eyes under her touch, "what dream? Tell me." "I was walking....I was escaping someone was following me. He pulled my hands up and pinned me on wall. His eyes reminds me of yours" she spoke and my heart raced. How did she remember?

But they weren't broken either. I looked at Ophelia. She was sobbing. Because she knew Sam's grief was built around a lie. And she couldn't save him from it. Then I felt it. A strange pressure. Watching. I turned. Hundreds of faces. Which one? Then a woman near the back lifted her hand. Black glove. Silver ring. Three lines around a circle. The Eye. My blood froze. She smiled, then walked away. I whispered, "Kazan." He saw my face. "What?"

Reid quickly instructed the camera to follow her eyes. She walked slowly, her gaze changing with each step. Halfway, she looked back, her eyes filled with complex emotions. It was as if her parents and the battlefield appeared in her mind. From reluctance to acceptance, she sighed softly, resigning to her fate. When she turned back, her eyes glistened with tears, and she slowly ascended to the queen’s seat. Crissy wasn’t just any woman; she had fought in battles, killed enemies. Her gaze was a mix of regal grace and a warrior’s fierceness.