Cast Behind Her Eyes Novels & Stories

she said softly. Jonathan blinked for a second, taken aback. Clearly the spell was working a bit too well. "I saw you on the battlefield. You were wearing that black armor and my friend was screaming, but all I could see were your eyes. They glowed," she said leaning in and brushing a kiss over Jonathan eyelids. "Everything felt so cold, but your eyes. I saw your eyes and I knew I wasn't going to die." "You couldn't have known that. I was the enemy—"

"Her eyes are grey-green. She is a Vayne. The Vaynes have grey-green eyes." "For one second," Mistress Yael said. "Just one second. When she lifted her face. Her eyes were not grey-green." Garrick stared at her. "What were they?" The two witches looked at each other. The younger one — Mistress Sarn — said it. "They were Castien's eyes." Garrick stopped breathing. Castien.

Her upturned green eyes glimmer as she scans each page of the album, humming a lullaby that suits her mood. She raised her head and looked at the door when someone knocked, still smiling ear to ear. Please come in." She responded gently. Her voice was sweet in an American accent. A woman in a dark suit wielding a katana on her back bowed down her head when she entered and saw the woman. "Madam? Your plan has been executed." Her protruding green eyes went wide blissfully when she heard the good news. "That fast? Well done! Finally." She rose from her seat and walked towards the glass wall, facing the sunset in the west. Her face beams with excitement, but deep in her eyes, although it seemed

Ezra asked her, she looked at him,shaking her head. “You see the future, why don't you tell me?,” Ezra insisted, she sighed. “I can't see her fate, Beta. I am sorry,” she said dejectedly, she looked at me. “My inner eyes got blinded before I could finish seeing her fate, the fates are against me seeing it or the moon goddess herself,” she said showing us her inner eyes, a pair of white eyes appeared instead of her normal eyes. “I am sorry,” I said, look away. She smiled and eyes change back to normal.

With an intense energy in my eyes, I glared into her eyes. She froze, her lips parted, but she couldn’t speak. It was like she had gone brain-dead. Sneers flashed in my eyes, then I moved and stopped at another beta girl who kept pulling someone. Her lips kept mumbling something, and her eyes… they shone with recognition. “Elena. Elena. Oh my—isn’t t-this the god who came to take you away from the club?!” Realization flashed in my eyes, but soon, I shifted my gaze and stopped at the person I had been looking for.

She was barely over 5'3"; her height only made it to my chest as hot, panicked breaths grazed me. She had an hourglass frame that fought vehemently not to get too covered by the winter outfit she donned. I watched her lips quiver and part one more time, making it unbearable as curiosity tugged at me, wondering what her eyes could look like. What do I care anyway? She should see the man who's about to dismantle her in ways she never ever imagined and me, the girl I'm about to dismantle and have her beg me still. I tore the blindfold away with brutal force. She reeled like a winter caught in winter wind, blinking as her eyes wandered the room. Killer eyes.

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.

It wouldn't hurt that much to get out of her comfort zone for one night, right? She turned to face him, raising her chin to look into his eyes. They were dark and intense, the irises a deep brown and reflecting his emotions. The pupils glimmered in the moonlight, burning with curiosity. She smiled faintly, her eyes narrowing ever so slightly as she gazed at him. "Fine." She whispered, her voice soft and low.

My eyes followed Betty as she trailed behind the others, her steps slow and heavy. As if sensing my gaze, she suddenly looked up, her eyes locking with mine. For a split second, I saw everything—her red-rimmed eyes, the dark circles beneath them, and the solemn expression etched into her features. Betty had always been strong, defiant in her own way, but now she looked... defeated. Our eye contact lasted only a moment before she looked away, her gaze dropping to the ground as she hurried after the other maids.

Behind her — the fight. She did not look. She had made this decision before she came here — she would not look, because looking would cost her the words and the words were the only thing that mattered, the only thing between this moment and the moment she failed and the thing behind her won and Elena's wrist and Cesar's broken arm and Miguel on the ground and everything it had taken from everyone who had tried to stand between it and what it wanted were for nothing. She kept her eyes on the dark water.